Kemms, 16 february 2014
Work a bit longer
Don't go home yet
There's nobody there
Nobody's waiting for you
We already have a lot
We even want more
So work a bit longer
For our economy
We'll pay you
Your hard work
Not nearly equal
To your effort
But work a bit longer
Nobody's waiting for you
As abundance's waiting for us
Only that matters
You have two jobs
And third and fourth sometimes
Not much free time
Not much money
It makes us happy
Loaded with plenty
You will always work
And never be happy
So work a bit longer
Marry the routine
Of endless torture
We'll pay you
With grey skin
Broken mind
Lonely nights
Only us matters ...
Kemms, 19 august 2012
How do you know
It’s time to grow up
How do you start
Without falling apart
Where do you find
A place to stay
A room of your own
The kingdom of your way
Where do you find
Your long lost soulmate
A relationship of marriage
A lifetime to celebrate
What all you do
With your first born kid
How you choose his name
Give him the knowledge for fame
When do you realize
Everything’s alright
Exactly how it should be
And see sunny clouds
Who says for you
Your time has arrived
To go through the tunnel
And disappear into the light
Kemms, 10 august 2012
Who are you to give birth to me?
Who are you to list my rights?
Who are you to hit me?
Who are you to make me sleep at nights?
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you the great ignorant?
Who are you to insult me?
Who are you the so-called perfection?
Who are you to complain over my music?
Who are you the one stone deaf?
Who are you to tell me what to do?
Who are you to celebrate?
Who are you to turn me away from what I long for?
Who are you to neglect my ways?
Who are you to ignore me?
Who are you to show me the door?
Who are you to hate me?
Who are you to screw me twice?
Who are you to mock me?
Who are you to ruin my life?
Who are you to call me?
Who are you to marry me?
Who are you to follow me?
Who are you to take my life?
Kemms, 10 august 2012
You run now across the endless fields of green
With sunshine and a perfect rainbow
With happiness and a true smile on your face
You swim now in the bluest oceans
With tender waves and gentle depths
With ease and no worries in your head
You fly now above our living souls
With freshest air and strongest wings
With no fears and no limits in your heart
You sing now with the voice of an angel
With powerful sound and a black guitar
With purest talent and ideas in your mind
You look down on us from that gorgeous place
With hope not soon we meet again
With knowing you’ll always be in our hearts
(Dedicated to a friend who left too soon)
Kemms, 10 august 2012
You call me every time
You feel like crying
I have no intention
To help you every day
You ask me stupid questions
I don’t know answers to
I don’t want to be your teacher
It’s a job no one would take
You call me for laughing
Making jokes out of me
You should have known by now
That I don’t find it funny
You want to discuss about things
You know nothing about
Sometimes it’s better
To be quiet
You call me for shopping
Spending your parent’s money
I don’t like spoiled daughters
Or mama’s little sons
You call me to blame others
When it’s obvious it’s you
You only drink my energy
Our friendship cannot go through
Kemms, 10 august 2012
Sometimes reaching an aim
Can be a difficult mission
But if there is a desire
There is also a way
Sometimes when almost succeeded
You break and forget your intent
But when you are so close
Why wanting to fail?
Sometimes you pity yourself
Keep asking why me?
But there is always a reason
You’ve been chosen for reaching this aim
And when you decide
You’re determined to fly
The long path will satisfy you
And make you grow inside
Kemms, 9 august 2012
She used to be a clever girl
With a lot of patience and potential
But she wasn’t pretty and not sexy
That’s why nobody liked her
She was innocent and naive little girl
Successful in what she was doing
Sometimes lost in her own minds
Sometimes worn in black
She dreamt about her getting famous
World-known for her expressions
She used to have a positive direction
And everyone would know her
Then she wanted some attention
A little love, a man’s touch
But she wasn’t pretty and not sexy
And that’s why guys didn’t like her
Depression became her best friend
Nothing made her smile anymore
She felt less than average
Typical inquisitive insane initiator
She’s lost all her talents
Believing world’s condition
The appearance is
What makes a person …
What is this world we live in?
Kemms, 11 march 2012
My father
He's ill
He has this disease
That hides and rests
That waits and gets
Eventually out
My father
He's lazy
He has this habit
To do nothing at all
To constantly ignore us all
When we want him the best
My father
He's voracious
He has this need
To eat all the time
To stop would be a crime
He thinks we envy him
My father
He's weird
He acts a stupid one
When actually he's not
When actually he's lost
In boredom of his life
My father
He's stubborn
He rejects our help
We only want him a fuller life
Me, sister and his wife
But he thinks we hate him
My father
He's blind
He's neglecting the fact
That soon it might be too late
That illness might ruin his fate
But how can we help him?
Kemms, 27 february 2012
When I drown in blood
Music is my remedy
Of broken yellow bubbles
That spin my world around
No tears are awaken
To cover my pale face
To die in the sorrow
Of all my regrets
No drink is swallowed
And absorbed into veins
I don't need any sources
When music is the gate
I close my eyes
Deny all my fears
Lie down on soft clouds
Singing into my ears
No tears are present
To send the sadness away
No shopping to heal me
When music is the gate
Music is my remedy
I swim in peaceful tunes
She dives me into happiness
And laughs the problems away
Kemms, 17 february 2012
It aches me because I can't say
It itches when it won't go away
It hurts me because I can't tell
It urges so badly I could yell
It pains me because I can't reveal
It fresh reopens when I want to heal
It saddens me because I can't explain
It urges so badly it boils in my vains
It frustrates me because I can't process
It kicks when feelings meet consciousness
It devastates me because I can't touch
It urges so badly to feel you so much
It worries me because I can't deny
It keeps me seated when I want to fly
It tortures me when I can't find peace
It urges so badly when you are who I miss
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