Monthly Archives: November 2014

We will let ourselves  Be caught in the nets… Wednesday / November 12, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Staying up too late with friends
Souer kirsch mit peanut butter

Learning to deal with an 
Anxious loved one
I am so, so proud of you
So I am proud of us

We dance like 3  sausages
Nurnburgers 
Exposing on a hot plate 

And if you start to feel 
The deep fog settling in
Don’t worry
I will guide you
With silence
And being

Insanity can be beautiful
Hurting people is not beautiful
Self obsession is not beautiful 

But when it passes
It is a like a million setting sons
Into an ocean of warm absenthe 

Cat pictures just might 
Save the world 
Saving the world 
Just might destroy 
The universe
 
Saving ourselves
Shaving our cells
Shaving our shelves 
Showering our shoulders

Okay
We are all scared 
The bravest thing is to admit it
The bravest thing is the be afraid 
The bravest thing is not to fight

The grass will grow back
The bumps will smooth over 

The gas stations will come and go
The angel wings flutter 
Like un plugged guitar strings 

We let them pull us 
Pull us into the lake water 
We will swim like fish
We will let ourselves 
Be caught in the nets
We will allow ourselves to
Be eaten. 
It is the best for now

(This poem was originally recited on November 12, 2014 at Franzis in Wetzlar, Germany)

There will always be words…Monday / November 10, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Last night I dreamed something 
Compelling me to write it down 
But then
I started thinking of you
And forgot the dream
Now I’m just making it up
That I dreamed I was 
Running through the streets 
Of a large city. 
I had very long hair 
And shoes on my feet.
My hair kept getting caught 
On lamp posts 
and car bumpers.
When I turned a corner my hair 
Got wrapped around 
some people’s necks. 
And I started to drag them 
As I ran down the street. 

There will always be words 
But we will not always speak them 

There will always be places to hide
We will not always hear them 

We will never see every 
Fish in the ocean
Never taste
Every bug that enters our body

We dance with the hanging 
Corpses above our souls 

We watch our children grow 
Like vegetables in the rain
We are like race cars
We leave tracks 
Every time we go around 

We lift our legs and cry
We pull on our faces 
And paint the walls with 
Dirt and light

Big moves in the night
Small circles 
In circles 
Circling 
You are in every one

(This poem was originally recited on November 10,, 2014 at Kurhaus in Alling, Germany)

I used to love fear but now it bores me… Sunday / November 9, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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I used to fear sleep 
but now I love it
I used to love fear
but now it bores me

Distraction is a way to be happy

Like a horse on the prairie 
Run to the music of
Your own gallop

Gal up gal up Gallup up up up

The galloping ghost 
Will appear in your waking moment 

Drive fast, 
get drunk, 
stay up late

The man will give you 
Lots of chances to feel 
Free 

Pay no attention to the man
Or the man
Behind the curtain 
Or the man in the moon
Stop waiting for your man
It could be a woman
It could be a sandwich

Listen to the ghost
Fill your ears with cake and bread. 

Sometimes if you just read it again
Something will come
Sometimes if you just start moving
Things start to move

Ich esse schnitzel. 
Ich esse das Leben. 
Ich bin nicht Schwer. 

I am floating through
I’m not fighting the air
I trust it
The air is there always
Hold it
Let it hold you

(This poem was originally recited on November 9, 2014 at Kafe Kult in Munich, Germany)