The tide has turned

The
tide has turned;
freshly uncovered thoughts
run around like little tigers
seemingly wild, untameable and savage. Yet
their furry coats demand attention and
paternal care dissolved in mother’s milk
to grow into a ferocious beast and
sting their fangs into an unsuspecting
passer-by, who’ll then, in pure astonishment
proceed to change their outlook on
matters most mundane, excluding not
cat videos on YouTube.

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The Spring

Oh yes
The Spring has come
The quiet beating of the drum
Is ever closer to behold
As beauties of new life unfold
And, from under piles of snow,
Emerge victorious of the winter blow

And, in me,
A new myself lies dormant, too
My body yearns for something new,
A new direction, paved by none
But morning rays of growing Sun,
Whose shine, so cleansing and so fine
Reflects in corner of my weary eye

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I chopped down a tree

I chopped down a tree
To make an axe

Now why would I need an axe, you ask
Why, I chopped down a tree
To make an axe
To chop down yet another tree
To make another axe
So I can chop down more trees
So I can make more axes;
That’s how I earn my living
Ain’t nothing wrong with that

Still everybody asks me “why”
When certainly the more important question is:
Which one came first?
The tree? The axe?

For it’s gotta be the tree
Who started all of this
And I am just a victim.

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Drumpfed

I didn’t vote for this, I didn’t vote!
So why did this still happen?!
It felt like a bad anecdote
‘Till I heard my nerve snapping

If we would ever meet in life
He’d surely resent me
And still this bigot on two legs
Should somehow represent me

A millionaire for common folk
Locked up in his own tower—
All praise the Emperor’s new clothes
Our new King’s might and power!

And all the baboons in his court
Are standing there clapping
I didn’t vote for this, I didn’t vote–
So how did this still happen?!

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Secret

Shhhh…

Don’t tell a living soul
Keep this a secret from them all
No others need to learn or care
No need to forward or to share
For once, keep this your own affair
Forget your laptop and your phone
Hog all the happiness alone
And smirk at every passer-by
For they, they do not know
Oh no!
That you are wiser than they’ll ever be
That you see something that they’ll never see

Shhhh…

Speech is silver, silence—golden
This secret shall your self embolden

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a futile disclosure

all people always seem so kind and empathetic
ready to listen to whatever others have to say
And here I’m telling you ’bout my frustration
Though you won’t understand my sadness anyway

my busy mind is squirming with unorthodox ideas
new projects come and go throughout the day
But spare your instantaneous, tiring questions
You wouldn’t fully comprehend things anyway

whenever I unlock my heart and open up my soul
the people go “that’s cool!…” and turn away
And if I ever told you what my dreams are
You’d just pretend to grasp my vision anyway

At this point, I don’t bother even trying
The pity for myself comes into play
perhaps I’ll cry a little on your shoulder
just forcing onto you my sadness anyway

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Møth et Lämp

Simple creatures
Flock about like ravens, vultures
No, like moths around a lamp
Not knowing what they flock about for
But simply blinded by the light
Pursuing goals embedded in their genes
A stream of unexpected input
Leads to an error in the function
Whose immaterial rewards
Result in anger and exhaustion
The lamp that never reached can be
Melts dreams and smolders down their wings
Forever

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How should I be a mother

A Merlot bottle in one hand—
A baby in another
With wine I seek to comprehend:
How should I be a mother?

I didn’t study for this job
Have no qualification
And yet one day this fatty blob
Squirmed out in elation

A smoke to calm the poor child
Seems like a good idea
A puzzle game left it beguiled—
I bought it from IKEA

What make-up do all babies use?
Do they like leek or radish?
I’d ask my toddler what it’d choose
But I fear it speaks Spanish

And when they grow up—oh my god!
They end up like their parent
I guess that since I am so odd
My failure is inherent

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