An Empty Wall Of Thoughts

Since a long time

I live hidden

In the mountain

Surrounded by blind people

Busy with themselves

And others not noticing

Me more than my body and presence

The tower is damp and cold

I am a bitter old man

Writing and thinking

Finding little joy in life

While the battle for survival

Goes on in the valley

Few will ever read my thoughts

Long after I am gone

Only the flowers will

In their own way

Enjoy me and my ash

Very well worth

it the price of a great price for a great price

Gone behind the lines

On the other side

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

Beyond the Wall

Once open a time

I went to Berlin

The city grey and divided

Made a depressive appearance

The Wall and the bullet holes from the last

War still there

By accident I ended up in a Suburb

Finding the most beautiful

Polynesian boat on a wall

In the middle of all that

Middle Europe nuclear angst

The boat carried me away

Never to return

Always to return

The Great Wall

Putting things together

To create a barricade

Against all evil

Building a wall

Against the world

To keep me safe

Will shot all intruders

At sight

With my imaginary

Machine gun

Violence is after all

The solution to all problems

And a guarantee for more

Problems in the future

After finishing the barricade

I will get drunk and


In the morning

I clean up

And forget

All about it


Magic is needed

Magic is nowhere to be found

Only that is so hard

To break the black magic

That blocks taking action

With anything else than