A cry for attention

Some have a “loud way” to express
Themselves, just to impress
Often they pretend “to be”
A tough personality

More often they have fears
And hide their very own tears
They feel insecure
Their confidence “poor”

Now they focus on the other
To not look any further
They can not find their own words
When their dear heart hurts

They just forgot to mention
It is actually their cry for attention

A clown


When we just sit down
We realise we are all a clown
Every day we wear a mask
To complete our task

To get on with our life
We often need to survive
In fact we are all great actors
And have the X-factor

Society made up the rules
And We are the fools
But let us break
With all that is fake

And let us embrace
The idea to show our “true” face

Keep It simple


For being ill
There is a pill
But also expect
A side effect
Which we need to treat
To keep us on our feet

To work in perfection
Every rule, has an exception
People lose their passion
And their affection
To forever fill in forms
Always changing norms

Life has become complex
It is a bottleneck
For our own Health
Throwing away our wealth
While in essence
Every patient needs our PRESENCE



She can not believe
All the grief
All the hurt
That occurred

All this hate
Such a waste
“Her body” she did sacrifice
For all of our lies

She has had enough
Of living Without love
To Heaven she prayed
To come to her Aid

For the old to fade
And to come out of the shade
To our surprise
As a Phoenix She will arise

Then absolutely
We will all see her beauty



Time puts us under pressure
No time for any leisure
At least that is what we believe
It is about what we need to achieve

We always need to be busy
No time to feel dizzy
It makes us all crazy
But otherwise you are lazy

When not on time, we are late
We would even forget our date
But wait a minute!
Are we not acting like an idiot?

If we continue
We might need to review
Why we are always in a hurry
And always in a worry

Why are we over booking?
What are we overlooking?
To remember how to feel
What is phony and what is real?

Stop, and take your time
Do not undermine
The importance of a rest
Letting go of all the stress

Life is changing




Life is changing
For ever rearranging
What is so surprising
The energies are rising

Are Hearts are drumming
For what we are becoming
We are stepping up
Like filling an empty cup

We are so much more
Unlocking inner Doors
Turn inside
Hearts open wide

The hairdresser´╗┐




I once had my hair done
Just for fun
My hair is very straight
So I looked for a new fate

Like so many girls
I wanted real curls
The image I saw was what I meant
So I felt very confident!

After the hours I sat
I wished I had a hat!
I wanted to weep
In the mirror I looked at a sheep!

My hair also looked grayer
So I did a little prayer
Would my boyfriend see
It was really me?

The house did really rock
When my boyfriend was in shock
Our relationship did survive
We became husband and wife

It appears
For 36years: ))
Beautiful curls on a picture
For me is a wrong mixture

It can feel like a fight


It can feel like a fight
To let in the light
Your own heart blocked
Your feelings shocked

How can this be so
Everything feels like a No
It feels like a mess
No more No less

Take your time
To realise It is mine
Do not run away
Just Let It stay

Take a good look
From every nook
Do not feel ashamed
Yourself to be blamed

Forgive your dear heart
It is all your own part

Sometimes I want to fly


Sometimes I want to fly
But all I do is just sigh
Where do I go
When I just feel low

What is happening
My wings start flapping
Once I flew
But Now I am overdue

I look for a new nest
Letting the old rest
New feelings start to swell
I can feel It in every cell

It hurts, flying away
From a place I loved to stay
I need to take my own time
To make new things “rhyme”

The old went sour
My wings feel a new Power