Surface temptation

I pull myself away

When i am attracted to the surface

Of event interpretation.

The visible tells a simplified picture

My mind and heart want to believe.

Investigative analysis and questioning

Come from my science core

That deep inside

January drives me to the unheard truth.

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Free speech

I heard you say the truth

In that long meeting of no use

What you really thought

And was hiding behind my ear,

And the room was free.

Forced respect vanished

And my search for the way to

Ended.

Honesty prize

My unicorn cup is filled to the brink
Of tiny Endorphins and foggy fear
When i start my day.
I will collect rusty coins and colourful tokens
For each time I say the truth
And my face doesn’t lie.

Acceptance

The sun hits your back
While standing in the gray yard
Waiting for the cigarette to end.
Thoughts of acceptance
Of an uncontrollable wild reality
Are unavoidable
And their daily rejection
Free space in the mind
And in the day.

Critical thinking

Cross your fingers,
Glance at the stars,
Start with the right foot
To find luck when you are the only player.
Turn the situation
To the sunny side by
Standing strong on your sense of humour
And critical thinking.

Empty drawer

What makes you great
might have a dark face
And a spicy story to tell.
All proud speakers
Hide an actor and a drawer of doubts.
My drawer will be emptied soon
Hiding words, arms and paper
And my shoulders will rise
Free to move and energetic like a bird in spring.

Strategy of a failing life tasting

A new strategy of life
tells me to approximate
to be able enjoy the ups and downs.
Nothing is sharp
and everything has a margin of error
To turn the falls into possibilities
and the successes into mere stepping stones.
You survive yet not enjoy deeply
If nothing is enough and
Nothing deserves a celebration.

Jingle to the lab

Jingle jingle tho the lab
In these last days of the year
Full of activities chasing old questions.
Decisive experiments take place
But answers are still doubted
And only the next year
will uncover the truth.

Harvest

It is all clear,
No need for action,
No need for worry.
Quick hands and the patience
To wait for the harvest
Sooner our later.
No need to stress
Waiting for it.
Life goes on.

Philosophy

A new philosophy arises
On the way to work,
On my expectations and demanded achievements.
Not every day is a success
And I sip frustration even more often
But I will keep on working
And approach this desk everyday
because tomorrow is coming
And I am so curious.

Night

Such a long night
Waiting for that line of light
That brings pink and blue shades to the ordinary.
Romanticism and hope
Are long searched for
In flowers and hugs
In events and faces
When cheap and powerful
Only they disclose if
Unexpected.

Monday 2

I take a walk
And hope it lasts so long
As Monday is quickly coming
And I am not ready
For its routine and vanity.
Corner after corner
I prolong this escape
And enough fresh air sinks in
To survive the shock of tomorrow.

Significant

Why do they hide,
The significant values?
Digits of no importance repeat
And vary with no logic
While I chase them
And they
Like rebellious sheeps
Refuse to assemble
And form the truth.