The Effort of the Moment

The Effort of the Moment

What did you do all your life?

What have you achieved?

Whom did you serve

Really some well?

Are you happy?

Are you lonesome?

On your way to heaven?

Or just straightaway to hell?

Does it really serve you right to suffer?

Does it really serve you right to be all alone?

Some may probably or definitely think so, "yeah"

Some may "karma-rize" it firsthand to each their own

Does it make any sense right now, in the end or after all?

When all that remains is a living body in an isolated room?

Does a soul sell out itself, betraying its values or principles?

Does tomorrow really becomes yesterday, "now-er", soon?

Who did you become, in your worst moments?

Who did you become in your worst despair?

Who did you do the worst punishment?

Who did you do best and did spare?

Are you aware of the light?

That travels as fast as

It used to do?

The effort 

Of that moment

Bringing you through?

Does it serve you right to suffer?

Does it serve you right to be all alone?

Does it serve anyone such self-abasement?

Does it walk abroad or does it walk you home?

When the hurt is over the sun is smiling along

When the hurt is over silence charms the air

All darkness invites the lights to sparkle

All lightness leads to tender care 

Call me sentimental

When I "fool_ish"

Rather around

Pet name me!

No matter what

Above all ground

And, to the ground

Oh, really? Right!

Okay, then I let it go

Oh, mighty mourning

Oh. Begone! In a row.

HC_Thiesgen

March 5th, 2018

10:33 PM (GMT +)

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 + )