Panelada Colorida

Panelada Colorida

Hoje eu lavei os meus cabelos

A maneira como acontece de ser

E percebi que você não estava aqui

Para dar um cheirinho, tocá-los e ver

Ver essa “onda” tal adorável “afro européia"

Que precisa de uma boa mão para ser domada

Que nunca mais foi afetado pelo amor, é mesmo

Ou tem sido amada até demais para ser tal afetada

Qual é o diferente de qualquer maneira?

De ser amado ou de ser afetado, me diga!

Dizendo que ser afetado é ainda o melhor

Sabia que minha pele adorna uma figa?

É uma figa que nasce da pele, e sangue

Cercada por ferida e capturada pela luz

Vivendo uma vida longe desse perdão

Crucificado sem religião neste Cruz

Existe um Deus? Pergunte-me

Pergunta antes de eu morrer

Agora eu nem me importo

Que me importa é viver

Eu posso ser condenado com essas palavras

Mas se há um Deus eu juro não por ele

Mais provável eu sou abençoado

Para pensar o melhor dele

Tivermos, quero você aqui

Para testemunhar a minha vida

A sangrenta e mover meus instintos

Me chamar por que tão sempre querida

Dita algum ritmo para o meu disritmia

E “disritmia” o meu ritmo por prazer

Levante a barra com seu critério

Enfiá-lo em mim, eu e você

Dê-me bem. Dê-me já.

Aquela afectuosa sensação

Ame-me limitado para sempre

Quero esse pássaro na minha mão

Às vezes eu preciso do caos

Para escapar do ordem

E às vezes de ordem

Para descontrolar

Eu não sou tímido

Temo a intimidade

Eu só sei afeição

Não sei amar!

Por natureza, os artistas são

Por vezes inválidos assim

Minha casa é a minha

Câmera obscura.

Minha casa é

Em mim.

HC_Thiesgen

March 3rd, 2018

02:51 PM (MET +)

The Thing is ...

The Thing is ...

All the time when I'm thinking
I actually have a friend in my life
There follows the experience then
There is no such thing for me alive

Nothing or nobody to count on, oh
Something or somebody to really trust
Anything to give me the feeling of reliance
One 'thing' or one who wants it, and no must

Where I can tell what my heart wants to release
And, won't get ridiculous any time, anyway
Where even when it is time to go away
More than that one wants to stay

Where I can be sure there will be
A tomorrow, with a presence again
With words, with compassion, with
An interest, a togetherness, a plan

Oh, how I long for a thing to continue
Be in my life, be remarkable, and be true
Oh, take this feeling of doubt and question
From me away, all the whatever way through

How many things can I survive altogether?
How many ways confront the sadness of drop?
How many times will I be kicked by the boulder
That makes its way back to me from the top?

How much more can I take in the future?
Without any backup, without a friend?
How much more will I be ashamed?
With my lonely ground to stand?

Does everybody has to be a thing?
Just because I simply may be?
Do I have been a deceitful
Self-aggrandizing me?

If it's true, please, condone me
Whoever may have paid the price
Please, unharness me with forgiveness
Without out it, I won't ever have any dice!

But, do I have been deceitful and self-aggrandizing
To me? To myself? To the very best I once have known?
Then I will need more than just a thing to help me forgive
Because I won't be able to do it all on my 'tod', on my own

And, God?! - I don't know if there's such thing
Or more than a thing, even a being, to say
Though if there's such something or so
Take this as my prayer, take it away!


H.C. Thiesgen (Behrens)
Thursday 3rd August 2017
11:55 hrs. ( MET + )

Starless Sky Star

Starless Sky Star

I wonder what had been of me

When I had had some more love

Would I still stumble and crumble?

Or being hitting such goal upper above

What if there had been that unconditional

That homely and safeness assuring kind of thing

Of mom and dad, and who whatsoever, again and again

A daily bell of freedom to wake up to, to sleep, and to ring

What if there had been and still were, some friends to call and see

When things get or are cramped, appalling, or even wonderful great

What if I could deal more gently with myself and even love me too

Rather than being unsoundly, contradicting myself or even hate

Could I be better with a little help of who knows, maybe me

Could I be in and up front with someone backing me up

Giving me that and such inexorable encouragement

Raising my morale and strengthening my pluck

I have a little bit of all of this, I know

And, I am grateful, not to forget

But if a little is not enough

And, failure what I get?

I’m such a sensitive

If you like indigent, so?

I may not be the only one

With my own potential to go

I am still holding on my dreams

Or try to find them in the first place

I have my right and justification to exist

To buoy up and uphold my dignity and grace

Far behind or even near or here is what I’m longing for

I can sense it inside of me some of the time, ever and anon

I will get there still in this life, if I take my chances so far

I’m sure I will get there to be there and stay there soon

I thought I had lost all believes and confidences

In the wonders, mystiques and “Gee’s!” of life

But, I guess, there are still surprises to get

As long as I can breathe, I am all alive

Nevertheless, I pray, dear “You”

Something I usually don’t do

Please, love me even more

And, let me love you too

‘Cause without you I’m nothing at all

No matter how hard I want to try

No matter what gain so far

Or what time goes by

H.C. Thiesgen

Sunday 28^th May, 2017

13:11 hrs. (MET +)

Sway for Affection

Sway for Affection

Maybe you are right and I don’t deserve

Somebody in my life at all, not any fool nor soul

Maybe I’ve been messing up such a life time, enough

For love ever or someday happen to stay, or play a final role

Maybe you all are right to ignore me

To live all your lives far away

And don’t care that lot

Anyhow, anyway

Whatever, whenever

The chase may be

Don’t get here

On my knee

My youth is gone

Looks fade and fade

Try not to get bitter

Try not to hate

Outside some stormy weathers

Keep alive some feelings, some reflects

I haven’t found what I was looking for yet

Seems like the nearer the goal, the harder it gets

But I am grateful, I have faith

There must be a reason for that all

Some release, some exhale, satisfaction

Still in the game, sometimes I touch the ball

What can I do, my God, to catch enthusiasm, again?

And get rid of what takes me ever so down

What can I do to find my peace?

To earn my holy crown?

I don’t want love

To pay for it

Love, for

Love

I want just love for nothing

With no cloudy shadow above

Boy, I’m also tired of wagering beyond

Why can’t I be even happy without

Why do I have to fake it, and?

Be woe-humbled so proud

So heart and pain is a no-go in literature

Well, that’s a surprise and not true, but okay

I’m nobody, I’m poor, I’m not a hit anymore

But I’m still here, not that bad, for a sway

A sway for you to lovely come

A sway over your heart & soul

A sway full of such happiness

A sway right to the goal

Now, “sway with me”

And let me know

Let it all live

Let go.

H.C. Thiesgen

Wednesday 24^th May

13:30 hrs. (MET +)