Hermaphrodite Seclusion

Hermaphrodite Seclusion

I know who you want me to be at root

I've been there, I've been it, but I am not

I've been there a lot, I've been it very much

It used to be all I have, but it's not all I've got

You say your imagination is fertile, it excites you

So, how is that, when you stick to just what you see

How come you need to distinguish, to define yourself

When all you need, all you want, all leads to being free

You've read a lot, you may know it all

Nonetheless, where's the space to envision

Are you all bottled-up with media, and opinions

Are you nevertheless able to make an own decision

Having my finger on the pulse of the time

Which veins through that, yes, all right to exist

Doesn't make one a weirdo, freak or even nutcase

Just a not ordinary, maybe destined angle to persist

All along the same odd fight between science and creation

All along the question of holding on or eventually letting go

All along the fear of losing, when somebody else could win

All along the unknowingness that leads to what we know

Okay, the mind has separated us, turned bodies apart

Uncoupled the connection and moved on emotions

Disillusioned desires like a "coitus interruptus"

Destroyed or distracted some devotions

Oh, pitiful little poorness, oh lost

Love, or, whatever, affection

How can we find and bind

Old newer satisfaction

Give me your hands

Of unspoiled state

Take heart for it

Gather to gate!

HC_Thiesgen

March 4th, 2018

05:24 PM (GMT +)

Willingness to Put Forth

Willingness to Put Forth

We are children without the childhood

We linger in a certain state of exception

We need the emergency rule to be lifted

Change some freedom into protection

We need the willingness to put forth buds

Stop escaping, credential the now be the plan

We need the pubescent possibilities of our roots

Open up to other culturality, other habits, and man

Give our thoughts some cut, some shape, some glow

Some openhandedness and some magnanimity 

The willingness to prosper without cheating

Set time a definition to be set to infinity

What's my relation to immigration like?

It's hard to say neither home nor on the run

I've been forced, without had been given a voice

Enslaved, god-forsaken to "Bad begun is half gone".

There have been deaths I've seen, I've survived, I've passed

There has been incredible sorrow, and misery, and pain

Hopeless moments of insufferableness and sadness

Leaving me behind never ever again the same

What's my relation to immigration like?

I'm an immigrant with no help at all

Nor sympathy, nor any believer

Nobody catches me if I fall

I am trapped in racism

Sickening affectation "to go"

Getting on somebody's bad side

Brave stepping ahead "so and so"

I know what it's like to be black

And, enter a crowded room

I know what it's like hell

Being neglected soon

Do I have a relation to immigration?

Has immigration a relation to me?

God for sure knows the answer!

People are to ignorant to see!

H.C. Thiesgen ( Behrens )

Wednesday 19th July 2017

16:47 hrs. ( MET + )

Zero

ZERO

Here I am at zero when you come to think of it a moment

Well. - That’s quite what I wanted at a point in so long

Without being fixed to it or a “Cardinal” direction 

With merely minus potential to go such wrong

I’m not going to accept or even join kind of

A human, to put it lightly, some fascist scale

Being an absolute error from where I stand

Without any human or legal right to fail

Let me show you who I am or also not

The way I feel or also will not some so how

Help me to soften my being and what will be

For a sparkle of righteous right, right now

I am not a sister, no father, and no mother

Not a daughter, neither fish nor fowl, not a son

I’m not a friend, no enemy, no subject, no object

No professional in public, no figure, no one

Though I'm not an idiot 

Nor danger nor a fool

Charge or burden

Hardly cruel

I’m sick of any distance of what, the hell, should be near

Want things besides or near - nearby, in, inner or better here

Being believed to be special, no queer, being someone’s dear

A handsome me in you and a beautiful you in me to cheer

I’m smart and stupid, fun, serious, a leading light

As well as a fight for the future, laying all by my side

I am "Adam and Eve", some serpent and an apple

A constant challenge, "Prejudice & Pride"

I am an eye catcher and so a stopper  

I am a star, talent and waste, I’m a fan

Hardly known and hardly forgotten 

Nine times out of that famous ten

I’m so much loyalty inside, pur Inspiration

Heavenly paradise or funky spunky hell

I'm an ugly malfunction of a venture

That's pretty doing quite well

I am an ocean, challenged and I am the country

Pre-eminently water, I’ m no single or all tear

Dying up and down to live or to let die

I love at all, without all fear

I am not what you may expect of what I am

But a hopscotch of nothing and a pile of a lot

Enthusiastic, adorable, vulnerable & strong

No wrong or no right, just a child of God

HC_Behrens

February 2, 2012

[17:11 hrs]