The angel’s crown


The angel’s crown


Once an angel who roamed the earth
Saw a demon forge darkness so deep she may drown
And on that day all that made her an angel
Was given a name: The angel’s crown

The crown is her kindness
The crown is devotion
To help man rise above all that is evil
And stand against servants of the devil

And in those days there was a great city
filled with poor people who were suffering
so many enslaved, because some in the middle
Where building a tower towards the heavens

“The power’s in your hands
To tear them down and to destroy
you feel the urge to slaughter a few to save many!
You know how right it is – do not deny!”

The whispers of a demon
Age old role that he’s been given:
But my role is to bring love and kindness!

The thoughts of an angel

And so she draws no breath which is not used to plead for peoples’ freedom
But after the futility of this is obvious
She spends her days and nights with help and healing

Thus she brings kindness and pure love
To people wandering in darkness
Thus she brings light into their lifes
And this worthy goal for which she strives

It is the age old role that she’s been given

The good that’s forged in stories has a tendency for blindness
While the evil that is forged in life
Has a tendency to blind whatever good will there is left within us

The only power evil ever had is knowing the true nature of all things
And that some things we label good
Are just as much illusion as the darkness that we blame for our inability to see…

As the tower rises a shadow is growing
Far away from the slums where she’s healing
Making herself not an angel but queen
But in the end
She sees the shadow – she sees her sin

The love, all the care!
In disbelief she stares
At the fallen mask, lying there in the dust
And suddenly she is aware

That she blinded herself

Looking into the mirror
She sees that a piece of the crown is missing
All beauty is there
all but one, which is being aware:

That the divine wears no crown among man!
Because crowns are the reason why what once was one
Was torn into three:

Evil, human, divine!

She runs to the tower, she pleads with the people
But too late, they can no more understand!
Waves of destruction have left them nothing
Punishment brought by her master’s own hand!

She feels a hand touching her cheeck softly
Comforting warmth of a demon’s embrace
Inviting her to simply surrender
Carving scars of defeat into her sweet face

And now as she sees the city in ruins
Her eyes fill with tears in which heart and soul drown
With trembling hands she removes her treasure
And gives the demon an angel’s crown


The Watchman


The watchman


In Sunday school, in churches
In the bible, the holy scriptures
They tell us of evil nature
They tell us of the devil

They say he is cruel and corrupts us
To gain the power that he has desired
That we be his slaves til our last breath expires
Until he must burn in the eternal fires

They say he is a schemer
A master of pain and war
The snake who triggered the first betrayal
Destroying all good men live for

I think those are only legends
Giving us something to see
For the darkness he thrives on and uses against us
Is like the drops in the sea

Always there, the waves do not make that with which they destroy
The ships in the sea and the house on the coast
They use what is given, what always will be

And those on dry land can easily say:
„Do not sail there, the waves may destroy!“

Outside of pain, outside of anger
Judgment traps the ones who are inside
They become like a ship sailing through a dark night

The Devil is a watchman
Guarding a tower of light
A tower which guides ships towards the gates
Behind which there is only night

But if he’s just a guardian then who
Is the lighthouse keeper guiding you?


Last night of the gods


Last night of the gods


This is the story, it comes to an end
Creatures of higher and nobler descent
Have left the heavens, hopeless and broken
Have left their children cause gods have arisen

They number billions and their hatred is legion

Now they have left me and names have fallen
Poseidon, Hades, Loki and others
Scattered like leaves in the darkness of stars
All have left because gods have arisen

Whose numbers are billions and whose hatred is legion

Tonight they sing a song to win my grace
Tonight they once again pretend to know their place
But their songs do not blind me, there is no devotion
not to anything but what they want to see

No one has found me of all those who sing
Kingdoms surround me like ashes in the wind
Nightfall embraces all that I am
Last night of the gods who have never seen my pain

Seeking a kingdom, not earned but given
This is their way and this is their downfall
Do you not know me? Do you not listen?
I wanted you to build my kingdom on earth!

The land that was given – a present shattered
The rules to build paradise – broken, forgotten
The dream a man brought you – altered and scattered
Cast to the wind and turned into lies!

Turn to cathedrals and see shadows rising
Swallowing force – come and witness my death!

Panick on the streets, panick in their hearts
Tears of fear and darkness have shattered masquerades
And behind fallen masks there is no hope for redemption
The kingdom you have prayed for will not come – you’re on your own…

No one has found me – and still they sing
Kingdoms fade – there are cries in the wind
Nightfall embraces all that I am

They are the gods and they number billions
they have built cathedrals and bowed in my name
Made me their god, a hope to attain
a crown for eternity, glory for man

But this is their last night and their songs are in vain
Because they have worshipped, but never loved me

And they have never seen my pain


When the masks fall


When the masks fall


The theater was silent
The stage was set
A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble
Made it seem like glowing with anticipation

In a circle all around the stage they sit
Under the starlit sky
A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams
As the actors appear and the play begins

They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north
In slow motion they crawl
On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all
Seems like the wind trying to move a stone

This goes on for an eternity
Until the audience begins to understand
Nodding in appreciation
Of the metaphor constructed right before their eyes

This is when the actors rise to walk upright

Moving faster, spreading out in all directions
Ever faster, to the point where they are just a blur
And in this storm of understanding and development
All of a sudden many drop like flies
And it seems like others take their energy
To move on even faster

Closer to the audience

At first this is pure fascination
Seeing all those golden masks upon their faces rushing by so closely

But then it happens

In one motion
The actors who are on their feet
Stop, a heartbeat away from the astonished faces watching them –
They look around and see their fallen comrades watch with pleading eyes
Slowly crawling towards them

Watching them fight their way towards the motionless
All of a sudden you can see the difference
As if the masks of those who stand are subtly changing
Some into shining gold
And some into the haunting dark of hell

What followed was a silence forged by terror…

The faces still were not revealed
But those who killed and those who healed
Have turned their masks to shining gold
Or to the end that is foretold

A paradise and tragic land
The theater was split in two
Forming a hive of tear-stained sand
and angels that have seen all truth

The grounds on which the angels tread
Is formed by hands that healed the wounds
The grounds on which the murder feasted
Is held by those who demons led

And outside stands the audience
They’re horrified and filled with joy
They lift their heads up to the stars
And see the two masks smiling back

Cause all the stars that shine up there
Are also cells within this hive
The cell called earth is ours to form
But there are others filled with life

And if we find them will we see
The mask that stares us in the face?
To run away or to embrace
Treading on ground with angels found
Or hoping for a demon’s grace?

The actors rise, all are alive!
A play intense and beautiful
And the applause! A raging storm
A sign of the storms we will form…

The time of the apocalypse?
Or paradise, forever ours?

If it is god or chance or fate
that made the stage on which we play
Who is to know, who is to tell?

Which face we forge with what we do and say…

Decided in a play that’s real
Upon a cosmic summer night
Whatever force creates the cells
Will watch with pity and delight

When the masks fall


Without the enemy


Without the enemy


Cold wind running down my spine
Pushing me in one direction
Always upwards

A Storm
Blinding my view
The howling wind
My only guidance
To the top of the mountain

Almost there!
I won’t turn back
Not now, not ever
Faith has brought me here
Unbreakable faith

Top of the mountain
Here is salvation
Exhausted I fall to my knees
Praying for wisdom
Here is what it told me:

You sought to be a fortress
Of purity within the masses
Only to find
A quencheless thirst burried deep in your mind

All of a sudden it’s calm around me
The wind has stopped blowing as the words sink deeper
Passing through all borders
Til deep down
They reveal their purpose
slake the old thirst
awake a new one

And as the howling wind led me, it now is just whispering
Knowing that my now calm heart will hear

Come follow my voice, you have always known me
I opened your gate to salvation
Go through!

Devoid of emotions
Worshipping material gods
Precious foe, come prove yourself!
Have I really spoken these words so often?
I don’t want to ever speak them again!
Cause passing the gate
A voice whispered to me:

You sought to be a fortress
Of purity within the masses
Only to find
There are no masses to fight!

Can you live without the enemy?


In the halls of silence


In the halls of silence


I want to tell you about a place

A dark, cold hell

That I’ve seen from afar

And I’ve witnessed the suffering that comes from being there

The halls of silence

Many people who loved each other went there

Slowly, without knowing

Have stepped into this realm

That is the worst thing, the ways you walk

To get to those halls are almost like the ones you know

But the darkness slowly embraces you

Always staying the same long enough

To make you forget that some light is missing

And it’s a road that is paved with flowers

So comfortable to walk

Floral corpses beneath your feet

But why bother to save them?

Why treasure such a small and simple beauty?

Such is this path

A way into darkness

Made of comfort

But leading to nothing but sadness

In the halls of silence no one lies

In the halls of silence no one cries

Cause no one cares

Floral corpses have lead them there

Don’t let the words fade away!

It’s better to speak words that hurt

Then to speak none at all

Cause in the halls of silence

Love dies


The reason why this blog exists

Welcome to my poetry blog dear reader! This post is essentially about why I want to share my poetry with you, which is simply because I can. To me it is a gift to be able to share poems with people all over the world. When we use the technology that has become so common in our daily lifes we often forget that 50 years ago there was no internet. There was no easy way to share ideas and works of art with people all around the world. Today we have the means to do it. Wouldn’t it be a shame not to use those means?

So the reason why I publish my poetry on here is simply because I can, and because I have heard from others who read some of my poems that they enjoyed reading them. This is all I want: For you to enjoy the poems I write. If you do then this blog has served its purpose.