SpiritArt:

Stranger

Do not look at me like a stranger
I cannot stand the lonelyness
that is closing my mind
I am afraid I cannot be good enough
for you.

Do not let me be so small
and so weak
that I have to do lies to feel like
one of you.

It hurts
when the words ar not alive
just filling time with nonsense ond cold
meaning nothing to us
else
than sort ov connection
we cannot come through.

I know
I am not alone
There ar lots of human beeings
You will never get my thoughts
they are mine
but the things I do, the thougts translated to life
real world
is what we share
all becaus we are children of the same seed same structure same picture
at the same time
we apart
from each other
with invisible fences
made from fear, arrogance, feelings of being none
misunderstanding
thougts
and no will to share the experiences
and work it out
together.

Is this the time
I got to live in
to learn more
about myself that I cannot understand
withour experiencing it
pracitcally cheating is possible
but then I have learnt nothing
Shal I live in a community where we do not accept each other
spanking our own back
on a small globe.

Our childrens illustions about words from parents
and the rigt to decide
makes lies of life before they are born
Do I deny myself and live on a lie
will pain break throug
sooner or later
I will see the truth
for us all

I am not a stranger
to myself
The words are
I did not learn them in time when I was a child
with open mind and wonders of life

Time
help me
before the pain gets so hard
and feels true like hunger an violence in a movie
Time is short
I may grow to old to play

We knew each other when we were kids.
COME ON
Do not lead me into temptation
you get weak
when ypu shimmer from false shyness.

Do not fall into temptation
by leaning back
and wait
All enegy you use is your own responsibility
so shall be
you cannot be that weak
that you think you are
when you dont want to strighten up

You are just as shiny
inside
like everyone else.

Did ypu thing ypu were not able to play to get the truth?
go out
dans with the trees
they have a language you hardly sense
mor fulfilled and alive than you know
is joy of life

Do not wait til ypu are grown up
just grow instead
and be big in oyr own eyes.

You do not know this
you lost hope when ypu saw the fences
You lost your braveness
when your thouhts stranded
in what you thougt were ripe and respnsible.

Your words die
if you do not wake them up and make them dance
with you.

Wake up..little flower
Power is like the sweet honeyflow in the trees
it is rising
always hoping to get higher
get stronger
live out the joy!

Like trees when it is getting cold
leaves fall and they rest to find new powe
while growth is getting ripe
in silence
you get stronger
without loosing the beauty in your heart.

Do not be a stranger to the idea
your help is closer than ypu can imagine

If you do not know
you will grow apart
like a tree without (bark)
and die when you are alive
without hope
without help
without life.
Strange?