Category: poetry

  • processed by capitalism

    shattered
    broken in pieces
    lying around
    pieces
    of an identity
    long lost
    expectations
    for this life
    taken away
    consumed
    by the hunger
    for growth
    living
    only to work
    paying bills
  • Buggy

    These lyrics have been written to the Michael Jackson song “Thriller”.

    Its close to deadline
    and something fishy’s lurking in the code
    every time you run it
    the computer only switches to sleep mode
    you wanna sleep
    but the stupid source doesn’t wanna let you
    you hear a beep
    as the screen dies right in front of you
    now you’re due

    Chorus

    cause this is a buggy, buggy program
    and no one’s gonna see through the infinity of lines

    you know it’s buggy, buggy sourcecode
    you try to find your way through a beta, without hope

    You feel your heart race
    and realise the end is drawing near
    covered with cold sweat
    you wonder if you’ll ever see it clear
    you try to think
    and hope that bug isn’t in YOUR software
    your cellphone rings
    the display clearly shows your clients name
    end of the game

    Chorus

    cause it’s a buggy, useless program
    there ain’t no debug-feature to help you through this time yeah
    you know it’s buggy, buggy software
    you’re beggin’ to your client to give you one more chance

    Another one calls
    and complains that he ain’t got a feature that
    will print his screen
    to a Canon eighteen fifty
    (they’re popular)
    now you gotta face war

    they’re out to get you
    there’s clients closing in, this will be gross
    they will access your
    bank account to compensate their loss
    now’d be the time
    for the alarm clock to ring like hell and wake you
    but as you see
    this is the harsh reality
    you gonna bleed

    Chorus

    cause you’ve wrote buggy, buggy programs
    and everyone you know will try to avoid you from today (on)
    buggy, buggy sources
    no one wants to hear from you from now on, tomorrow, next year, forever ever more

    cause you’ve wrote buggy, buggy programs
    and everyone you know will try to avoid you from today (on)
    buggy, buggy sources
    no one wants to hear from you from now on, tomorrow, next year, forever ever more

    Spooky Voice

    Blueness falls across the screen
    nothing worse has yet been seen
    press the ‘any’-key now if you dare
    feelings of loss then you will share

    But no one’s gonna patch this up
    ’cause it’s a feature, not a bug
    and trying to work with this awful shell
    sure is one side of the MS hell

    The foulest stench is in the air
    the mainboard melts before your eyes
    and stinky fumes from every slot
    will let repairs work out not

    And though the computer was brand new
    a look at the inside shows
    that all was new, but has fallen to
    the curse of the Windows

    Maniacal laughter

  • snowing haiku

    falling silently
    covering everything in a white blanket
    heralding more to come

    — first snow of the year

    untouched landscape
    glistening in the sun
    beckoning to play

    — snowy landscape

  • recharging haiku dilemma

    sleeping
    taking a long needed rest
    regenerating

    — regeneration

    annoying
    half of the day gone by
    nothing accomplished

    — frustration

  • we were here

    we were dreamers
    we could do anything
    we were the center of the world
    we grew up
    we had to pay bills
    we took up responsibilities
    we lost our dreams
    we left behind our freedom
    we grew tired
    we worked
    we consumed
    we died
  • new year’s resolution

    nearly everyone makes them
    most remember them
    barely anyone keeps them
    why do we make them?
    when they are hardly remembered
    and rarely kept?
    are they an illusion?
    a trick of the brain
    to make us feel better?
    the best resolutions are
    those not made because
    these are the only ones kept
  • meditation

    emptiness

    ...

    nothing

    ...
    ...

    inside

    ...
    ...
    ...

    silence

  • ear’s end haiku

    singing a shrill song
    lighting up the night
    burning money

    — firework

    tormenting pets
    costing me sleep
    and you a finger

    — firecracker

    bang
    getting a heart attack
    needing new eardrums

    — bystander

    in cooperation with a rhyming snail

  • endless loop

    transcription:

    reflections of the mind
    the mind wandering
    wandering through dark tunnels
    dark tunnels leading nowhere
    nowhere to be found
    to be found in this life
    in this life existing
    existing in dreams
    dreams forming a rainbow
    a rainbow with a pot of gold
    a pot of gold at the end
    at the end to be able to see
    to see reflections
    reflections of the mind

    With thanks to a rhyming snail for help with the infinity loop.

  • family gathering haiku

    coming together
    talking, laughing, having a good time
    being present

    — ideally

    sitting in the corner
    watching everyone enjoying themselves
    feeling overwhelmed

    — reality