People R a bunch of a cow

eating, sniffing, drinking,
hoping,
dreaming,
walking,
sleeping,
or any other whatever...inging

but mostly...
still eating

And people are eatable as well?

I still prefer vegetables - at least they do not kill each other over useless stuff  

The new life

A new life is scary,
holding a green "mog" in my hand,
counting or waiting - the hours goes by,
 and after a while we do not even ask why...

like ants, like grass, like whatever on this round planet,
moving, breathing, drinking, being,
sometimes loving, sometimes being ourselves,
and sometimes image we were elves...

but the most of the time, the new life is scary
until the death.

beeing myself

once upon a time I wrote something like poems,

maybe not poetry, nor literature and sincerely not art,

just few thoughts of myself,

just a little part...

once upon a time I was myself - the human being,

happy like a cat,

once upon a time I did just what I wanted,

now I am turned up side down like a bat... 

once upon a time there was the other me,

so whatever, so strange, so not me at all,

still happy as ever, maybe even more,

for one is sure,

the today's me is more,

me as i ever was before ;)

ans still happy as a cat!

again one more

one more time - or not

who actually cares?

I like to try wisky

I like to plant "blats"

but who cares"

my cat likes me

and I like my cat

my wife loves me

and I love my wife...

what else there could be?

one more time

not enough words

 to explain what I want to explain!

at the END let's be clear this is not Haiku! just few words, my thought, just letters!

nothing else!

Eart and water and fire and wind song

drawing by François Maleval

I can pray
I can hope
I can live
I can bee,
but can t anything without you!

I am an artist
I am an genius
I have a god-complex
I am the best
I am anything,
but without you I am nothing!

I can fall
I can rise
I can have it
I can loose it
I can die, too
but I can t loose you!

I can do so much
I do nothing
I can think
I can stop
The best I ever do,
I can t stop lovin` you

And what else do a man need?
True love is what him feed!
He just have to understand it...
And I did... it is true,
because I know I love you!!!

To foster a child

Desperately in need
Helpless out there
Someone has to come
to take care of it
and to feed...

Cleaning after,
sometimes it scream
without a reason
there will be laughter...
after all.

Poor little nanny,
caretaker,
selfless,
there is just few like you,
out there are not many,
maybe you are the only one.

To foster a child,
in a desperate land
called home,
no to everyone...
it is like holding sand,
in the huge wild.

Ride with me,
endless need,
happy, sad, so mad,
crazy, but humdrum,
to be somewhere else,
or just to be.

Morning blues

It was once a drunken morning,
a new planet has been born,
with black coffee, with black sky,
with no love,
so why denie...

When the clock turns around,
the hills were formed,
there was no ground,
the birds were black,
and no way back.

What a stupid morning,
on this planet so old,
a big man s drinking,
he has no hair,
his had was not shaved,
just a little bit bold.

And in the evening,
even during the night,
the sun goes up,
and black becomes light,
a star is shining,
shining so bright.

It is just a song,
soemthing like morning blues.

Tonight

Not on the left,
No right size...
Alone,
The bad is bigger,

I pull the trigger,
And what else...

No-one on the right,
sleep well,
sleep tight,
okay, all right.

Still not what it is!
Or what it should be!

stubby wings

What I gained I lost,
what I had I never loose,
What I have lost I never had have!

I can fly, over the stars,
It is just a shortcut to find yourself.
But cut my wings and I will be struggling.
Maybe I will even die.

The perennial night will close the final door,
The furphies will become alive,
a dove will fly,
but what I have imagine, it still will die!

Once I have canopied my thoughts,
once you have sepulchred what I am,
once i am inhumed... just cut off my poor, stubby wings.

What else to tell!

To die

YES
You do die only once!

People that almost died
they did actually not!
They just tried!

When you die - it is over,
No new tries - what you did
you did
now it` s over.

What is next,
non living person know
we invent or guess,
a lot of questions,
a lot of stress...

but why?
we only have to learn to use the time we have... NOW!
so use it - we do not know how!!!

still
we can try...

2 many

freedom man....
2 many choices
2 many possibilities
2 times to live....
2 times of everything!!!!

cheers!!!

tree little words

I don't have to say it out loud
because I will write it down!
And there it will stay forever!
So I don't have to say it out loud,
but to read it to you,
and to mean it...
So I say it out loud!

Gambling dreams

Like a movie,
someone has press hold,
gambling dreams and we keep goin'
trough life, something doin'
and nothing else matters.

One day you live,
the other you die,
where it was you,
it's now a lie,
and everything matters.

What is important,
is not what it will be,
what is forgotten,
was never important,
and importance never matters.

You live trough your life,
you die only once,
you love, you laugh, you dream,
you sleep, and nothing else matters.

And even if it does matter or if not,
for those who stay behind,
those that will follow,
one day or the other,
you will be remembered.

* almost a week ago, I lost someone I loved very much...

Can't Get Enough of You

I have no job and I have no money, too
I post it on blogspot.com,
that is what I do.

I drink no beer, nor wine, too
I write you some words,
that is what I do.

I don't know why, really do not know why,
but I can't get enough of you...
I can't explain how much I love you,
but this is what I do.

and if I get a blues singer to sing it instead of me that would be the right thing!

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

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I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

More songtexts at www.oleo.tv

Words

I just want to fly, fly, fly,
to fly so high, high, high,
I want to try, not asking why,
not asking when or with who?
I know the answer - it will always be YOU!

I do not want to soloing,
somewhere high in the sky,
I do not want to take a plane,
with so many unknown strangers,
I want to fly, to let go one more time!

My head flies sometimes,
but it is like fly by wire,
Still there is this over huge desire
to fly so hight, high, high,
so high over the sky and to the end of thoughts!

Than everything is clear,
what least of all are words,
like dust in summer,
everyone is throwing cautions to the winds,
just speaking not acting!

But not this time,
I want to take a stab in the dark,
and to fly again,
To fly, fly, fly,
So high, high, high,
Over the sky, furthermore the words
and to the end of our thoughts!

Time to make some art!

they say...like wine of foreign growth

I was not there, he told me the story,
I will not tell the truth, what will you do?
He was not there neither, but he told it to me!
Was it the truth? May it be true?

Just dreams, one holy and utterly stupid world,
they say the end is near, he asked me is there something else?
Such thoughts are extrinsic to him...
Nothing human is alien to me!
Is it true, could it be?

One mass acceleration moment of the core of my thought,
just a second, not even that!
sunset, summer nights, at nightfall just nyctophobia.
Again dreams instead of life, again atrocious fear,
should I change?
or die slowly like this?
or disappear...

Strange this man was? Alien he is,
like wine of foreign growth,
a visitor from abroad,
a candle he handle, the truth he seeks,
the world he razed!

Foreign this person is!
Not apprehensive, not anxious, not fearful,
a gloaming moment it was,
when I conceives, that man is me,
just an other movie whose end I had to see!

Schmusie!

Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Some pics I can t imagine right now without thinking of YOU!
I do!
YEAH,
one more time,
beer ME!
I think only of you,
my only one, my SchmuSIE!!!!

Monday, once more in a month!
Liberation from everything is just one kiss from you!
Stay in my bones-
YES you will!
Kiss, lips, stick, bones, hunt, I DO!!!

I DO
I...YEAH!!!! Do
Love you,
lovin, lovin, lovin BLUES!!!


This is my Schmusie song, oh Maria!
Buena Vista, Del Tiago, Revolta, Si Signor!
Whatever I love you SO!

Once more, one more time,
Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me and YOU
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Faith - it is our life together...
;)
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Schnaeckchen

Sitting in the round,

at the round table,
faces, smiles, laughs!

Everyone s doing fine,
it`s just the rain,
fallin` down on the roads
an our heads...

Is everybody in?
Very fine,
it`s looking good.

It rains the whisper of luck,
just the two of us
and unfinished destiny ->

Dancing in the rain,
Swimming in the night,
Being drunk and ourselves,
It is the moon missing
and we both kissing...

Crawling human race

Is it fame, is it glory, is it the unstoppable wish to reach the stars,

is it the desire for knowledge, the unraveling of mysteries,

the exacting of understanding...

This trial is still pending.

We walked on the moon, we conquer every feeling,

just to come to this stage,

it is not a matter of time, it is a matter of anger,

the stupidity of man, and a fatal human rage.

Collapsing ever inward, we do it over 50 years from now on,

We made our fate, is it already to late?

To change the way we think, to change the way we live,

to change the people who already are made,

to have a different running mate...

When will intelligence replace ambition,

when will strong replace violence,

when will ardency replace relationship and connection,

when will humanity replace power?

If ever, the crawling human race will maybe than start walking straight again!

Bosnia is just a babe in the woods

Today I found again something out,
The country that choose me to be from,
is just a babe in the woods,
without constancy, always changing,
but since ever betting on the wrong number,

zaniness and ignorance, stupidity and gloomy faith that one day it will change!

I choose not to be any more from this country!
Even more because I am actually not, but since my country of origin not exist any more, what to do?