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 + )

Willkommen im Club

Willkommen im Club

Willkommen im Club

Der kleinen Kinder in Zivil

Willkommen und so Lebewohl

Beim Schluss machen ohne Stil

Willkommen im grossen Club

Der Masse von ja so vielen, die 

Weil es insgeheim schwer war

Davon sich lieber stiehlen

Herzlich Willkommen in diesem Club 

Der liebenden mit lieber Kondition

Des Wohlwollens in Spe, sodenn

Mit Aussicht auf einen Lohn

Willkommen im Club des so all gewöhnlichen

Wieder und wider erlebten, alles schon gewesen

Des ungeduldigen und fallenden üblen Obstes

Statt guter Ernte und wirklich erlesen

Fröne genüsslich diesen Club 

Der doch sinnlos eben degradierten

Der unbrauchbaren schwachen Skizzen

Oder besser doch völlig ausradierten

Mische dich so erhaben unter

Die manipulierten weichen Feigen

Die “Leichtenweggeher”, jene Looser

Willkommen im einfachen Reigen

Sehe dich selig um unter den

Massenhaft namhaften Blinden,

Die den Baum vor lauter Bäumen

Weder suchen noch eben finden

Willkommen in diesem gottverdammten Club

Der traurigen harten, verbitterten und arg Stolzen

Die vor dem Herzen nicht nur einen Riegel haben

Sondern einen mächtigen riesenhaften Bolzen

Hier treffen sich auch das Karma

Die Kreisgeher, Irren und die Ironie

In vergangener, lausiger und eher alter

Nicht in besonders neuer Philosophie

Herzlichst Willkommen als Besiegter des

Eigenen Egos, in seinem Club der Diebe

Willkommen im Club der Trennung

Als Verlierer der wahren Liebe

HC_B - 11/09/09

[5:15 PM]

Zum Teufel mit Feminismus

Zum Teufel mit Feminismus

Verzeih’, aber du bist ein Frauenzimmer

Einer recht und unrecht dummen Art

Nicht diese Frau hinter dem Mann

Die grossartige Wunder vermag

Du keifst dich an Dinge

Die eigentlich einfach sind

Spielst die, ach, so feine Dame

Bist doch nur das Gör im Kind

Geleitet von feigem Edelmut

Und einem haufen Eitelkeit

Gibst du deinem Selbst

Die Gefälligkeit

Die Treue zu leider nur dir selbst

Dein Hoch und Heiligtum

Erfüllt dein riesen Ego

Ersetzt den Ruhm

Du bist das Weib

Der entsetzlichen Art

Nach aussen angeblich

Doch innen knochenhart

Prüde und trocken

Egal wieviel man gießt

Stattdessen Schleimerei

Die hohl nur verdrießt

Statt Ehrlichkeit nur Dürre

Fakten als mögliches Eigentum

Kein Fortschritt, kein Bleiben

Kein wandelndes Altertum

Plärren und Klagen

Mäkeln und viel Gezeter

Eine der gar nicht im Guten

Verwirrenden Art Vertreter

Da lob ich mir die Hure,

Die nicht viel  vorgibt zu sein

Da Lob ich mir, ja, die Geile

In diesem feurigen Schein

Da lob ich mir die Hässliche

Die weiss, dass sie es doch wirklich ist

Da lob ich mir die Feige und Erbärmliche

Die, wenn mal da, sich wieder verpisst

Da weiss ich dann, woran ich bin

Was ich hab' oder auch nicht hab'

Jeden Tag, den ich ohne dich

Aber zu Träumen vermag

Ich brauche keine, diese Krücke

Ich brauche auch keinen Stein

Ich brauche keinen Kritiker

Oder noch ein Mütterlein

Lieber liebe ich mich "einfach" selbst

Als überhaupt ohne Liebe zu sein

Bin groß in meinem Schatten

Als in deinem Lichte klein

HC_B - 20/09/10

[18:15 PM]

Taste my Blood

Taste my Blood

Is there anyone out there

Who wants to see me lucky?

Or is there even anyone in there

Who wants to see the darn truth?

Feeling atrociously confident and vigorous

Such world-shaking persuasive strong

Not only as a rule only superficially

Without any power or faith

Principally, just wrong

Somehow I am through with human nature

I'm through with some world's reality

There's more that I want to get

Maybe I am a wild tiger

But surely no pet

Maybe I am simply, a simple man

Maybe I am, 'oh, my God" some ol' black

An Indian, any ol' shade of gray, or an alien
From ruddy Venus, alive, dying or even dead

Go on, fine with me, thinking that 

I'm really unbearably rough

But what you can see

 Is never enough

You've got to feel all of it

And deal with what is hot

Do more than you can

To know who I am

And taste

But not waste

My blood

HC_B - 02/03/98

[19:30 PM]

Against All Odds

Against All Odds

My mother is an asshole

Sorry, for that! - So now am I!

Seems like I can't get any better

No matter how hard I may ever try

I buck the trend, strive against the stream

Swim against all stupid or reckless all so tide

Notwithstanding the more I want to achieve

The more things get me more to some hide

People used and like to suck out and dry my fortune

Pretty soon they rack the focus and spit you "prettily" again out 

In the name of the one and the only "God" nowadays called "Money"

"For good measure" being "holier-than-thou" and idiotically proud

I know my weaknesses, I'm not perfect,failures don't end to stick around

But yet, am I therefore really not worth a thing, a person or two?

Can't there happen one single good beyond my control?

A feeling or a memory, strong and lovely new

Have I to be some perfect to be loved?

Have I to be that perfect to be undeniably true?

Have I to be perfect to be the priority just for once?

To be once for all one's satisfyingly intimate clue?

I can't see any good and  no persuasive cause

In being courageous, honest and foolish sublime

The world is such a monster not caring a shit 

If you're really right or if to be you seem

Maybe I am "too" weak, "too" soft, "too" far beyond understanding

Maybe I'm "too" sensitive, "love that one", as they like to repeatedly rhyme

Maybe I'm such an idiot, well-earned and pretty insurmountable

Incessantly CASTING PEARLS BEFORE THE SWINE

No matter what I do, nothing is really enough

No matter what I do, I never fit

No matter if I live

Or if I quit

I used to thing very different - "Once upon a time...?"

Distinctive, devoted and "God almighty" that naive, yep, divine

However, maybe there's simply what you do and what you don't indeed

Maybe no matter what you screw it do, it's overall "fine"..!

The main point is, not to forget, you do it for money

The main thing is I have money no matter how at so all

The main issue is not to partake some little humanity

Having at that "Generousness's Supper" a ball

Won't say that I wouldn't appreciate

To be financially  independent and free

But before I'd be loved for my achievements

I probably would prefer in dignity to hit the sea

My mother hates me, condemns me

Is a wall of prejudices. - So am I, right now

I really want to save my nauseated butt for good, for sure

But, "To hell...!" - I don't know, "Damn it...!" - "Bleeding...!” How?

GOD, bad timing in case? But "The last calling", I guess

Signing me to mirror a happy veracious me

Send me, oh, an angel of epiphany

Let me GO and let me BE 

4:35 pm

06/07/15

You are Nothing but a Hard Work

You're Nothing but a Hard Work

Happiness is just some hard work,

But work isn't necessarily that, oh so, ever fun.

Sometimes, occasionally and betimes, it's..., OK ...OK 

But usually, you just stark naked want to escape and run.

Happiness is a never sated, sucking and demanding bitch

A glutton for over and over, time and time again more

It's a profit, a trading, a business and such a deal

A clean and hopeful expression for a whore

Doubt me, prove me, fine, very wrong  

Prove me sarcastic, aver me a, yes, that fool

Substantiate those good things happen indeed

With no any way to fend off it and overrule

Without illusions, degradations and necessities 

To change yourself, your thoughts or your ambitions

Or to undercut your weaknesses, failures. and fears

And enlighten your yet not lighten light visions

The world is full of cowards and wussies nowadays

I guess I became one of them, maybe yes and maybe not

Never really built on security or that "common sense"

Expected simply for being happy with what I've got

Looks like that way it doesn't work anymore

Never worked for stupid else, why so now for me

I have to work for my satisfaction, for gold for good

For a zest for this life and for some little, oh, gree.

I have to that sculpture me and engrave me

I need to chisel my own darn heavyweight

I need to summit and clamber that freely

Heck, I need to crest my own so height

"I HAVE WHAT I NEED HERE RIGHT NOW."

Yes, "MOMENTUM brings me at the head."

Yes, “I let go expectations of the future."

Yap, make some firm plan instead!?

What about? SIMPLY BE? HERE AND NOW?

What about? SHARE WHAT YOU the hell GOT?

Today everybody is a little Hitler insight in and out

Feeling superior, fairly being it or actually really not

Who's different is a "little" bit of danger

Who's passionate, cares a "little" bit too much

Big impressions outside of one’s own capacities

Better be and stay a "little" more out of touch

So do your HOMEWORK

Don’t forget your AFFIRMATIONS

Get out of your beloved COMFORT ZONE

And maybe, “YEAH”: “Congratulations!”

Happiness is nothing but a hard work

No wonder, no miracle, no surprise

Happiness is only a privilege

"That Shines, in the Rise"

HC_B - 07/10/15

[6:35 pm]

Suck or Seek

Suck or Seek

So much on the subject Friendship

Even more, the stupid subject called love

Drop all other causes to believe in, any Co.'s

For my heart ever jumping so happily up above 

Above the average of damned sadness

Above the annoying shades of fucking gray

Above some ironic or cynic philosophic mind

With hope for somebody to ever one-day stay

I think I now want to declare something quite broadly

That from now onwards I’ll do my best to be such a prick

For life and people have a very good and feasible reason

To suck and respect me like such any useless ever dick

Oh, yes, I’m sorry, but then again not really of course

I used to express myself very literally and still I do

Using so strong language from time to time

Not just talking some riddles to you

How many really chances went simply by?

Believing in something that’s now forever gone?

How many people claiming, to be honest, or real?

Remaining to be none too much or bar none?

How many lives did I directly, humbling or poorly lose?

How often did I, as far back as, as early as and even yet, die?

How often I’ve been reborn that off and on and on and off?

To, sad but actually true, once and even more again, cry?

Welcome to and drop dead from the open seas of me with various surfaces

Where you can enjoy yourself, fulfill your dreams, pass by or pass away

Welcome to and drop dead from the depth of undiscovered nature

Get the fuck out of here, don't mind, if you don’t want to stay

I am that beautiful ocean, full of life, full of death and full of those endless tears

Rife with colors and reflections - wholly inconsistent - light and so is dark

The simple element, subject, H2O or popular and dreaded myth

The natural habitat of the dolphins and also the shark

Love me or, hang it all, leave me

See you in such Heaven or in such Hell

Hope you've learned, to be honest hitherto

And PLEASE have a better story to tell

I love you always – whoever

I love you fucking in and out the deep

Not the easy way, the cluelessness, the repulsion

The illusions of going, but actually you creep

I prefer to suit myself extraordinary and to man up

I prefer to look into the ugly face of truth and to walk tall

If you can't picture yourself in the mirror with dignity

There's none of a sense of dumpish walking at all

I love you always. You bet that all.

I love you fucking in and out the deep

May you be blind, thriftless and sissy?

Gargantuan, jejune, paltry or steep

I'm that mostly advertent intimidating

I am thoroughgoing clear and real

When Cupid’s stupid or a sadist

I do cinch with armor steel

I love you that true "doof" of always

I love you in and out the deep

"Love me or leave me"

SUCK or SEEK

HC_B - 16/10/15

[5:00 PM]