The Year of the Dog

The Year of the Dog

What does it feel like not to feel all by yourself?

Having people around to talk once in while?

I hardly remember to have this privilege

I hardly remember to live this style

What is it like to being touched?

Plus, touching back on a daily basis?

How do I make your skin my countryside?

How do I take over your body to be my oasis?

Even in dog years one puts mercy before justice

Even in dog years there is graciousness to find

Even in dog years one can grovel for a boon

Surprisingly there, being kind and mind

Life got so secure. Life got boring.

Life got nothing to offer along.

Life is such a loser, a no-go

Life is weakly strong.

I know I'm to blame

I know I do not grow

I know I reconsider

Too much to know

Would your nakedness catch my inner and outer eye?

Would your excitement calm and swallow my soul?

Would your way of thinking figure it finally out?

Pick up the slack of the mystery, the whole?

Lay down on me, lay down by my side

Prise out of my life some adventure

Appoint life your whore to benefit

Go ahead! Bind it by indenture

Get me on to get around

Get me lost or found

Show me a breath

With our sound

HC_Thiesgen

March 6th, 2018

08:43 PM (GMT +)

Prioritizing Progress

Prioritizing Progress

No, I do not want to possess you

I rather make you happy instead

I prefer to keep the distance up

Than just to share some bed

No good comes from being

Or satisfying another pity case

Amour propre should forbid that

Not just to keep and save the face

All I've ever wanted was being with you

Whoever you were, whoever you will be

Yet I realized that at the end of the day

The only one I was targeting was me

Looking for the perfect me to love

Looking for my being to accept

Looking for what I've lost

For a life, I could erect

And, within all that misery

I have been passing through

There have been a thousand

Thousand times, times you

Now then should I better be done with?

This enormous desire to conjoin?

Am I better off for the while?

Having me here to coin?

Stuck in adolescence

One may call it perchance

Something is holding me back

Somethings are ready to advance

Yap! - Life is too short! They say.

Whatever, to squander around

Living below and submerged

Even though above-ground

May all the Forces be with me.

May, well, the exercises succeed.

May God have mercy on my Soul.

Cometh the Hour. - "Good speed!"

H.C. Thiesgen (Behrens)

Wednesday 12th July 2017

02:35 hrs. ( MET + )

Das Währende

Das Währende

Das Währende ist bedürftig

Im mürben Alltag und Gedeih'n

Es erwacht des Morgens kläglich

Und schläft in der Nacht mit ein

Es wünscht sich Reichtum und Fülle

Sein eigentliches und essentielles Erbe

Statt Ungeduld, Unwerte und Unlust

Statt noch einer weiteren Kerbe

Es währt, aber ja ohne das Wahre

Es verwahrt dieses universale Sein

Es möchte geliebt und erkannt

Um Gottes Willen doch sein

In dem blinden Tohuwabohu

Im Chaos dieser ganzen Gefühle

In der Schwere allen Aufstiegs

In menschlichster Schwüle

Währendes wahre und weiter 

Bewähre und bewahrheite Dich

Bringe Licht in all das Dunkel

Unendlich und königlich

HC_B