Forgotten Figure(Vergessene Figur) You are the story on the first page,the one of many.The figure of a drama nobody wants to see.The voice of a war,that will never have taken place.A number in a statistic,a mistake of the heuristic.A drop of blood in a red ocean.The figure of a war,a pawn of power.In a world …
Starless Night(Sternlose Nacht) We need activists and athletes, dancers and singers, poets and dreamers. Followers of falling fantasies, creators of castles in the clouds and bursting bubbles, who risk everything to get it all.Who live their life for what they think their life was meant to be.We may say they lost touch to reality, lost …
Cinematograph(Lichtspielhaus) I miss her.And the moments with her,That are played in my memoryLike on a screen in black and white.One of those romantic movies from the 50’s,That you would have seen at the cinema,When every movie was specialAnd nobody was missing the color.In a time before remakes and streamingWhen not everything was always available.Now we …
Cosmonaut(Glückskosmonaut) People say love hard and live fast,People say, don’t think about regretand don’t care about tomorrow,People say, live in the here and now,But hear the striking of the clockWith all the things in the back of the head,All the things people said.You’ve heard about the perfect lifeand the perfect plan,Started to doubt yourselfAnd compare …
ArtistArt.Chased by reality.In a race of life and death.By being a wannabeUntil the wannabe wants to beLike the artist who jumped of the cliff.Wait, I only see scared kidsChased by an old guy.On a bike. Story #8: George Town is full of amazing street art you can be a part of, and this guy was unexpectedly. …
BusA bus.A guy walks in.With a plastic helmet.Handcuffs cuffed around his wrists.A machine gun tied to his side.Two plastic bags under his armFull of plastic novelties.Most people think he is crazy.And he is a freak.By living a life full of plastic.When everyone else is so real.I think. Damn his life is awesome.To most he seems …
DogA guard.For night crawlers and seekers of the dark.Not giving up his hope.Not giving up his stand. Without a home. Without a friend.Full of fleas and full of heart.Who doesn’t want to be apart.Would follow you from Rajasthan to Rome.All to make sure that he is not alone.And you are safe.Wherever you want to go.Enough …
Pointy cones.Built for eternity.With bricks and stones.As a place for Buddhists.For all their rites.Temples for their puniness and pride.Instead of following Buddha.And making their lives fit.His words and his actions.By doing what he did.Or it was an ice cream village,an ice cream shop for mighty giants.And between all these houseswere all these stony pointy ice …
An elephant.A majestic creature.Able to feel and able to cry.Tortured by humans so they can tryTo ride on their backLike the king of the jungleBut more like a nasty walking fungal jumble.Oh no the elephant stops.I don’t want my ride to be over.Fixy foxy more money in the boxy. Story #4: Elephant rides are still a …
A train.The rattling on the rails.The battling of the fans.Going in two directions.With people going a million ways.But we all know where it ends.Bending time, counting down.49.50.92. 51.52.Why is seat number fifty next to ninety-two. Story #3: What do you do on a train ride? I was on the way from Bangkok to Ayutthaya when I …
