The North Landers

The time has come.....

People feared for this time of year.
Hunger was only a small part of the suffering.

Dark, short days...
Prisoners from the place they call home.

They came at sunset ....
and went away with sunrise.

Sowing fear and destruction
to the villagers this prison.

They came from the high North...
Coming with the Nother wind.

Giving lands the gift...
a gift of death and life.

When the flow by..
a heart of cold came.

Grass became hard..
Flowers closed there eyes...
Trees are shocked by them...

The only cure was spring. Earth turned just as the sun

Sadness and fear light up...

The earlyest flower tryed opening her eyes. Birds came back, Plants started to grow, form love of this sun.

The North Landers vanished.. away from birth and rebirth.

It was balance who kept them alive in that anxiety and emptiness.

Greets form The North Landers

....why?

Lost my chain.. a new scar on my body restarts a different memory

Interbellum

Standing between two wars.

Neither one of them knew what would happen.

But he knew...
his hearth could never heal again.

Hate was going through his hearth.
His eyes full of fire.
He couldn't realise it any more.
Blind from the truth...

This piece of paper changed him..
and his family.

He thought that grown up people should know those things.
What they said was more then dreadful.

He didn't understand it...
They used to be loving eachother.

Summer had ended,
autumn came started.

Leaves falling down,
hope was the last thing he had.
But that was futile.

Until the latest hours he prayed.
Useless, not a human or animal would listen.
His faith was gone...
For God
Allah
Brahma
Jaweh

Winter stared the end.
Alone, apart from the others.

He knew it.
This was the end of a war.

Peace came back,
his life was under construction.

Red

When they see it..
they are scared of it.

It brings life...
but also the death.

The colour of love..
and also hate.

It can be soft...
a warm feeling.

Saying it in all kind of ways...
all sorts of languages.

It will not change..
it will be a word with a meaning.

A meaning..
what everybody understands.

A story that must been told

One night... like always. On the block of the street.
I was finding myself in some kind of a pub.

Sitting at the bar
just sitting...waiting, for what I don't know.
dunk a couple of beers....

I had enough off all this
called myself a cap.

laying down my last euro's
on the bar...

Cap arrived....
banging on that horn.
No patience any more these days.

"To Sint.Cathrina str. 56C, please."
"What is a young lady like yourself doing up so late?"
"Nothing special."
"Mmm.. those damn cops never sleep."

A man with a uniform stepped out off the policecar, coming closer to the cap.
Making a sign... with his hands.

"Good evening sir, could I see your licens"
"Good evening sir to you to, uhh well offersir it is like this..
it's already late and I was going ...."
"Madam could step out of the vehicle?"

I steped out. Thinking that walking would go faster. I stand out side in the cold.
Looking at my feet.
A way for the cap. Something was going on there.
But would it be wise to interupt? I had already enough problems...

"Madam, I'm sorry but this man can't drive any more."
"Oh no problem, I can walk."
"I could drive u home madam."
"No need officer, I can handle it."

So off I went... into the cold of darkness.
Luck wasn't on my side... but still I had the world in my hand.
Beautiful things in this life weren't seen by the "ordinary people"

Laughing into nothing... only my own mind could know what I thought.
We are all special.
While thinking of that I was walking through the night.
Destiny... I had but also roam around is a destination to...

.............

My head, my memorie
nothing like... like some one cut a part out of my life
only a flash of light.

..............


Screaming....
Words you don't want to hear.
Blood, desire, fear
I can't put those things on paper..
no words
no sounds
no image
only feelings

...............

Next morning, I wasn't myself me I
looking around me.

elimination , liquidation , terminating

Like war... I thought it would ever end.

anxious, fear, afraid, frightened, scared...

those words say nothing... about this feeling.

.............

pangs of death

...............

I couldn't....
I was standing for hours in the shower...
it wasn't getting off me
it didn't matter how long I would scrub myself
I could never wash it off me...
Burnt the clothes.

Breathing in the air....of evil?
Burning in my eyes....
bleeding..
from my heart.

I still feel it...
see it.....
The pain...
so fresh in my memorie...

After all those years I still remember.

I could never forget this...
never...ever.....

But looking in the past isn't an option any more for me...
I look forward to....

the future...... it will be a secret ...what I still wonder.

Looking further

The angle hides in a secret box... that will been seen as the answer will be found.

do u understand this one?

A little joke

A girl said to her father: "Dad, can I have a pony?"
the father answered and said: " Cut yourself one then."

wasn't funny .. I know.. still I laughing about this stupid joke :P

Forgetting

Sometimes we forget things.
Things that are very important.
We don't realise that those little things in life are very important.
Also the little things have a meaning in our life.

Understanding of this is very difficult for some of us.
In my land people say: "my stupid mind".
But have u ever seen a mind that's stupid?
How could a mind be stupid...mmm
A bit of a cliche if you ask me.

My point is even you don't understand what I'm saying,
you will understand.

A friend of mine said it was our unconscious.
Who let us understand.
And I think he is right...