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when was the last time you listened?

REALLY listened?

we are all talking so much.

we share our thoughts, feelings, food, locations, happy kids and funny cats

this and that

the world constantly talks talks talks to us

so much

so many empty words

empty sounds

 

if we don’t listen

listen very closely…

the door will never open

then … sooner or later …

we will all just hit the wall.

 

 

radarkontroll 2013

 

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Here comes the sun
it must have been a long time
my eyes hurt
but it’s nice
freedom, mindblowing freedom
escaping the dullness of routines
of being stuck in between people ruled by their habits
same same same on and on numb
never sheding a single thought
a single doubt about what they do
or why
easy dullness
being stuffed with food from the labs
with emptiness from the TV-screen
the flashing colours and the noise covering the void.
It hurts to ask
„who am I?“
But only asking will take you away
from the zombies that haunt your empty hours
I am here
to be your wake-up call.

 

 

radarkontroll 2010

2011. May it be a good one for you.

>>But hey, my dad works hard on self-destruction with alcohol and nicotine, by now also random driving, my mother is just a panopticon of personality disorders blended with neurotic traits, so why should I worry?<<

 

radarkontroll 2010

the face of northland echoes in my brain endlessly longing

radarkontroll 2000

home

I call the place

where I feel safe

peace rules

I am on my own

and turn the music up

I rest while painting

the pictures on my mind

my bed invites me

surrounded by friendly books

that tell me their stories

home is

where the sky is blue

where happiness

is in the air

and my friends

spend their time with me.

radarkontroll 1994

a/b

love? love.

maybe? feels like

being together.

-nice, nice.

but well, the risk of..

of…

of what I ask you,

losing yourself?

bit anxious.

but why? I

don’t get you.

neither do I. silly,

isn’t it?

yeah, sort of.

I don’t know, I mean,

I don’t wanna lose a

friend if it’s no good

at all.

or in the end.

you’re thinking of the

end before you’ve

even begun?

no, no,

the loss might be

even greater

if you will never

work it out!

really.

come on! you should

have learned by now…

no, but maybe…

and what about love?

radarkontroll 1998

liberty

caged I feel

struggling with wrong tempers

bad

they’ve blown away the freedom

happiness is called my liberty

if liberty is true

was weisst du schon vom leben

says my mind

krieg im kopf

says chuck

but what’s reality?

what do I know at all?

where is the sense?

lost.

and again I feel lost.

my cosmic world gets emptied

because of my insecurity

shrinks to a hollow oddment of

my personality.                          phony, phony!

personality – is there any?

desperation fuddles my soul, my spirit, my entire state of being –

future phobia

nostalgia      longing     for the times we had,

but there is no autoreverse

no turning back

and reliving

makes me feel old.

again fear! life passes too fast!

erfülltes leben!

I cry out over and over again.

over all

I miss you. though knowing that you might not even be the one I believe you to be.

less perfect.

desire for prefection seems to be human nature. how strange.

all I want now

is riding on the wave of freedom.

maybe then happiness will get me satisfaction

no fear of tomorrow

but too many people

many many many

are crawling on this planet’s face

like me

and you.

though selfdestruction leads us nowhere

we keep going on. so    do       I?

live to work and work to live and eat and drink to live to work to eat and drink to live to work – what for?

the world would be a better place

without

the human race!

oh liberty!

radarkontroll 1996

Things I like about you

I like looking into your eyes, your eyes

Leaning on your shoulder feeling safe and warm

Falling asleep in your embrace, waking up watching your face

I enjoy to walk by your side and watch the world go by

Listening to your voice when you hum a tune

The way your body moves when you’re dancing slow

The way you tenderly hold my hand when we cross the street

Your stern look on your face when we watch the ocean

So full of fire while carrying the depth of the universe

The way you think and question things in our world

radarkontroll undated

<< Je  ne regrette rien! >> and I won’t resent even if my heart should break.

radarkontroll 1996