lost in translation

you walk the line
and in the dark of the night you turn into an ocean
into a taifun
storming
taking me all the way
sweeping the remains of complaints away
in a whirl wind
and the morning is strange
as if returning from the forbidden city
no water no more
only dry hard wall

leaving
a question mark
how much of care has become
whatever again
steps back
steps forth
i can't tell

did you mean me

falling leaves

In Berlin it is grey now and the geese will sing on their way back south.

It is cold where you are now, my friend. Thus I send a little fire to you
It is dark where you are my friend, so take this little light from me.
One day I will come to you back home and our friends they will come too.
We will sing as we did last time and it's warm like never before.
Oh Boy, she is waiting long for you. There in the dark she takes you by the hand.
In my dreams I see you at a beautiful day, all alone, but one day we will sing just as always and it is warm like never before. We will sing as we always have, and it is warm like never before. (translation from a song by 2Raumwohnung from Berlin)

It is sunny in Hollywood and breathtakingly beautiful. Green, green, a soft breeze.
I am quiet, quiet as a wishing well.
He rained rose petals on me.
Things will happen when you come to them.

Freedom

There I sit in the night. It's my night because nobody knows that I am here.
The Internet connection is there only feeble but I saw it and it incited that spark that I needed to become aware of this.
This is my night.
It is my night.
Split into half in the reflections of the mirrored door that hides my little kitchenette.
Just hair to the waist and skin. It is my reflection. In my little room. That is mine tonight. Nobody knows that I am here.
Ah, how I love it.
Neneh Cherry. My music. Nobody to disagree with. My taste. My pace.

Sometimes it takes strange nights for strange thoughts.
You gotta be fortunate. Yeah.
Remembering all. Remembering it all.
All those stories. Of lonely nights. Many nights. That were all mine.
Strange vibes. Strange emotions. Strange thoughts and ideas. In a woman's world. this is my world. Fluorescent blue the shimmer on my skin. Reflections of technology. And I am wearing the mask sometimes. At night. On the way what we call home. Yet just being a transient among transients. A dirty bus. Dirty tired faces. Masks. And involuntarily almost, yet protectively, I acquired it too.
The big city mask. Wearing the weary mask.
Defensive. Inflexible. Smiles come a long way. Tired. Evasive. Introverted. Curious, secretively.

There I sit. Naked.

as the world goes by

it is silent here
lonely
but the comfort
so soothing

I haven't been writing much of lately. I have been reading a lot. Reading the LA Weekly marveling at all the great things one could do if one would do them. If one had a car. Or money.

My sister is going through a break up. Rough times. I have a stormy sea too at times. But I love it.
I love Los Angeles, more and more. Every day.
Like this one person you never thought you'd ever like but then they just grow on you.
Was at my old school today, got totally tripped out. It was such a different world then. So different. So real. Surreal.

I miss poetry days with my wife. And reading Anais Nin at Pign'Whistles.

one minute

beautiful
tingely inside.
sun shining through the blinds and leaves and
a tree full of rose pink colors bursting into the hills
there is a nice little place where the French Room used to be
peaceful
so golden
a coffee
orange juice, fresh
and his beautiful eyes

relativity theory again

somebody stole the frontwheel of my bike
my brother in law left my sister, this time more for real than the times before or so we don't hope
my nephew lost a tooth and is seven years old and piscies like me and still believes in the tooth fairie
my other newphew, the older one, he ran crying through the Alaskan forests screaming for my sister's husband to come back, that was during one of the other times he left
my niece told my little nephew that tata is on a vision quest. and he took all his stuff because every little thing you have helps you find out who you are. that's why he took all his stuff. blood was on my little newphe's lips from losing his tooth and he cried curled up like a little cat in my arms.
his momma made him pancakes and later she cried in her room.
his sister has an audition today for a big movie and his brother is learning 'nothing else matters' on the guitar.
i ma go now check out this massage school

yesterday i was on third street, standing still. the light was lovely and people moving. children playing, musicians moving emotions up and down the street. i had a burning cigarette in my hand and felt like in 'Momo' but just as one of the bad grey guys.