mind – Scriptorium '77

In a Seashell

You say
You’re putting all of your wisdom
Into a nutshell
You try to be precise

On the Street to Everywhere Else

How can we know
Where the places are
The gardens we like to play in
The heavens we like to see?

Blow Me Away

The later the night
The louder the wind howls
I’m feeling like being in a wolf pack

Standing the Heat With Torture

It’s not the bright day I recommend
But the grey day I’d like to extend
With few tasks to finish

Time Without Memory

Time is ticking
Moving backwards
Memories flush
Through a tortured brain

Sonnet #33: Superiority

At dawn we search for brightness on the sky
See fluffy clouds that make the nightmares gone
In need to go to work we wave goodbye
But without breakfast we are prone to yawn

Foreign Landscapes

Foreign landscapes still
After moving into the wrong direction
try, try, try and
work, work, work

I Still Haven’t Done What I Want To Be Remembered For

There is a feeling inside of me
that I am enough

First / Last Beam Of Light

What’s up brings you down
In the morning
When you’re standing
Peacefully

Feel the Ghost of Anubis in the Back of Your Mind

Cats are for the living
Dogs are for the dead

The sunbeam awakes you
While the moon shadow just hides