It was evening, and the old man sat alone on his rooftop, lost in memories. He thought of friends who had departed before him, wars he had fought in, and the woman he had loved. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind gently brushing against the house, and it seemed to him as though it carried a faint melody. He relaxed and allowed himself to be carried away by the barely audible tune. Continue reading „The old Man …“
Autor: Ironwhistle
Monster …
True beauty comes from within – he despised this saying, for it was the biggest lie he had ever encountered in life. He was a master of words, weaving and juggling them in ways few could. He helped people, encouraged them, and gave them a view of their own hearts. Yet, no one dared to look into his heart, for what they saw there displeased them. He was the monster, the aberration, the creature to be mocked and driven away, the thing that bore a guilt not of its own making. Continue reading „Monster …“
The Cat
She walked across the rainy autumn street. She was cold and hungry, after all, she had wandered around the whole day to no avail. But there was this one place she could always return to. That’s where the kind old lady lived, who always left something delicious for her, who petted her, stroked her, and whispered soothingly pleasant sounds with her beautiful, calming voice. She was content, even though she hadn’t caught anything. Because there was this place, this little paradise… Continue reading „The Cat“
Dance of the Shadows
He looked out of the window, gazed over to the other window: light was on there, and a silhouette was outlined against the light. There she stood, the dream he clung to. His gaze wandered, almost voyeuristically, over her curves – just a shadow behind the drawn fabric blind, only a depiction of her true splendor. He didn’t dare tell her what he thought and felt, after all, she could have been his daughter, so young was she. So it happened that he contented himself with secret glances, clinging to his dreams instead of speaking to her, perhaps even getting closer to her. He was only in his mid-forties, in the prime of his life – but he’d been alone for six years, ever since his wife had left him, and loneliness had left its marks on his soul. Continue reading „Dance of the Shadows“
The Horror in the City
This morning I noticed a small fairground. The rides and stalls were still closed, waiting for the first visitors of the day. I like the hustle and bustle. The scents of popcorn and cotton candy, candied apples and roasted almonds – a unique blend that takes me back to the days when, with bright childlike eyes, I saw not a world of plastic, glass, and wire, but the miracle of living fairytales and fantasies. Continue reading „The Horror in the City“
Tick, Tock, Death …
Tick Tock – Time Slips Away
Tick tock – man turns to child
Tick tock – ashes to dust
And leaves fall from trees, as they must
Tick tock – the course of life
Tick tock – no one halts its strife
Tick tock – welcome to the ride
Sometimes joyful, sometimes a rough tide
Tick tock – so the hours pass
Tick tock – the hands spin fast
Tick tock – the circle of pain
You cannot escape it, that much is plain
Tick tock – hour by hour we’re bound
Tick tock – a circle, always round
Tick tock – the echo in the dark
Don’t you hear the ghosts remark?
Tick tock – the circle grows tight
Tick tock – comes the dark reaper’s night
Tick – he’s sharpened his scythe for you
The tock, he’s taken – quiet and true …
King War!
The king loudly calls for war,
Dreams of riches, power, and more.
Laughing, he sends his men away,
Into the distance, to death’s cold sway.
In foreign lands, man fights with man,
Where friendship otherwise could span.
War laughs as it sweeps the land,
Bringing sorrow, tears, and death’s cold hand.
Struck down, the son lies by the way,
He fell for the fatherland, they say.
At home, the mother’s heart does break,
For the unthinkable grief she must take.
Steel sings, the soul does shatter,
When the rich grow richer, nothing else matters.
And the earth swallows countless tears,
As the silent dead confirm our fears …
My Way – Part One, a Childhood in Germany …
My journey begins in January 1978 in Cologne. The start wasn’t particularly pleasant; I apparently wasn’t too eager to stick around – my heart stopped, but as you can read here, the doctors managed to bring me back to life. A strange life, one in which I’m still searching for my purpose and place.
The tiny baby that I was actually had everything one could wish for a good start: a mother and an older brother who both loved me. Sure, my father shirked his responsibility when he got the joyful news that I was on the way, but unfortunately, that happens all too often. And I think that’s probably just as well because what can a child possibly expect from such a person? Continue reading „My Way – Part One, a Childhood in Germany …“
My Way – Part Two, a special Kind of School
Special School: I don’t know if the common vernacular today has another name for it than the one used back then: „Dummschule“ (stupid school)! When the dice were cast for me, it was commonly called “Dummschule.” And I sincerely hope that things have changed for the children who attend such schools today. Back in my day, however, the colloquial term was fitting. Overwhelmed teachers, distressed children – some victims of violence, others perpetrators – and the insane hope of incompetent teachers, or just plain ignorance, that the relationship between victims and perpetrators would somehow stabilize on its own. Continue reading „My Way – Part Two, a special Kind of School“
My Way – Part three, Revenge, and than?
I had now, more or less, successfully made it through my school years. So, it was time to look for an apprenticeship! After all, I had a secondary school leaving certificate that wasn’t too bad, and I thought I could now really get started. I would have loved to become a locksmith or carpenter, as I was fascinated by what could be created from those materials and because I wasn’t entirely untalented when it came to working with my hands. Continue reading „My Way – Part three, Revenge, and than?“