Shortsellers

Shortsellers
Making money with
someone else's downfall
Making money with
some property that's not your own
Shortsellers
Like the moneymakers in the holy place
To the temple were a big disgrace
Shortsellers moneymakers of the modern times
Makes you  look like a financial parasite
One day you'll be  driven out by a bloodstained israelite

God speed

WHATEVER WALL

Whatever wall within me

some day it will come down

whatever sinn committed

somehow it will be gone

forgiven and forgotten

out of here forgood

out of this dominion

gone from where my gravestone stood

Whatever love i lacked

whichever  person i have sacked

somehow this broken bondage

will thus be restored

into a final refuge

fallen friendships all ignored

For we will be forgiven

bloodstained   as  we are

as long as we will take a look

on Jesus from afar

think it over and let it ripe

You may call me sinner

you me call me fool

you may call me prophet

doesn't matter what you do

Look around and read between the lines

take a peek and understand the sign o'times

in the meantime close your eyes

focus on the crosshaired Son

repent, kneel down and pray

for no one knows the hour nor the day



Please God, don't stop counting at 144000

To sit down

To sit down,
all is quiet now.
Just close my eyes
open up my heart  mind spirit and will.
Hear his voice in silence
Tells my soul: Be still.

Let My spirit guide you.

Through these thoughts.
To be this close with God,
to have this intimacy with Him,
to show Him all my hopes and fear
and bring before Him all mankind,

. . .in prayer

MISTER LARRY NORMAN

sinner

rocker

roller

wordsmith

performer

leader

instigator

collaborator

confiscator

agitator

liberator

emancipator

infiltrator

soul survivor

but above all

a radiant servant

in the realms of the heavenly underground

backstealer of the rock and roll music

bringing it back to where it came from

the church.

Assistens Kierkegaard (Copenhagen)

I have been on a citytrip to Copenhagen to meet one of my favourtie philosophers. I visited his grave, looked for the house where he was born and all this inspired me to write this poem about the graveyard in Copenhagen. All kinds of famous artists are buried here. When the weather is fine, people from all over Copenhagen gather here, having a picknick or lovers meet here to sit down,have glass of wine together,talking to eachother etc. These were the words that came up immediately while i was walking on the site and saw what was happening before my eyes.





Making love between the dead
Kissing on the greenest grass
Where artists rest in peace
And lovers feel at ease

Philosophers and writers
Have found a place to rest
 young people found their way
To put true love to its test

I  hear her whispering in his ear
O my love my dearest dear
If you dare to kiss my lips
Beside this grave
Than i know for shure
Within your arms forever
I'll  be safe

WEAKNESS AS A STRENGTH

Weakness as a strength

meeknes as a virtue

peace as an attitude

far before our time

there was this bloodstained cross

where a peacefull young men bled

bowed His head

and was as dead as dead

And in a tomb they laid him down

anointed him with oil and herbs

covered him in a shroud

and his friends cried out loud

while in a  dead end street a thief has fled

the religious leaders held their feast instead

The man who works with wood

shook his head and took his tool

and said...

“only a fool

only a fool. . . 

. . . has said in his heart there is no God”