Alright, since I don’t know what to write about really, I’m just gonna put out a post in English, so I can summarize some stuff of the past few months and don’t have to write a couple of paragraphs about how literally nothing has happend for one or two weeks. Yeah… I’m still alive, I …
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Land of noise (Poem)
Oh, what a strange feeling has befallen me within Obscure pressure has me jump out of my skin Oh, what had me thinking, stretching out my curious hand Now I’m stuck here waiting in this ever noisy land. The young ones pollute the silence with mere sounds, just vowls And once they’ve grasped their language, …
Killing the dead man (Poem)
A rotten corpse, that’s all that’s left Squished eyeballs, grinded bones A testimony of petty theft The old god, smashed by boulders, stones Sometimes in the dead of night A flower blooms in this fleshy mess Pertruding in contrast to this former terrified And merciless religion of absolute excess. I guarded this seedling with my …
Rain (Poem)
The rain comes and sweeps away What my consciousness has left of me Stands for sorrow, stands for shame But I feel cleansed, feel free, feel saved Fierce drops splash on my clothes my skin Draw patterns in the path ahead They speak of wisdom, forbidden sin I smile knowingly, just what I planned The …
1 – Month Summary
Hi everyone! It’s October the 2nd, that means I have by now been in Taveta for 31 days. So it’s time for a recap, in English so I can keep training since I fear a serious corruption of my vocabulary and grammar here. I am staying with a host family, my „baba“ is 87 years …
The Dark Road (Poem)
I place one foot sturdily infront o‘ the other. Keep on walking despite my wonder and awe. The sky stretches, envelopes my periphery. The stars like flowers on the black grass of infinity. Keep on walking despite what I might think to see. The trees lost their form, are mere shadows of themselves. Their crookedycrooked …
I Report Back Home (Poem)
Words I might say Won’t suffice Won’t saturate The thrashing thirst of dearly missed home. I hope and I pray That malice Will hesitate Before smashing empathy and finding it gone. So many heartfire’s Attention To satisfy, Starving for prejudices uncorrected. Ain’t one of them damn liars Pretending To be paralysed Infront of children being …
Report Abroad 