Bereschith* II.

Revisited Augmented & Enhanced & Improved & Reenforced

*(The first word of the Thora)

Loneliness is 'The State' we're in

There'll probably never be daylight again

My ship has passed beyond Ouran

Ahead of me Alderbaran

The Sun a tiny twinkling point

I'm to 'The Rest Of Mankind' joint

The Earth exploded in a dream

That haunts my sleep, still makes me scream

There's no return, no place to go

I do not know what I should do

How many time do we yet have ?

(Only my children made me brave...)

Our ship it creeps like a dust's Atom

Darkness where we go to and are coming from

Ahead, behind, all seems the same

Don't know now whereat my ship to aim...

No goal, no task to do or bethink...

And deep beneath the stars we shrink

Just (f)our lost souls alone in space

Oh Mother, you left me at this place

There's no direction to be made out

No voice to answer even when I shout

I'm deaf and blind it seems to me

All around of me but black Eternity

And I, so weak, so small, so lost

Oh Universe, I'm at your host

Your mercy, if you own something like this

Why must I live if there's death's bliss ?

To break 'The Chain of Death and Birth'

To leave 'The W o r l d', not just 'The Earth '...

I do not wish Eternity

Of life for me and my family

I've already long seen it all

I've read the signs on every wall

I know, I see, I'm sure it's done

The End of man will surly come

And why not to be glad about The End

To release us to freedom unbent ?

No more suffering, no injustice

No starving children, nor protest

No desperation about love

No fading hope about Heaven above

Oh Mother take us home again

We've long been lost and live in vain...

Since thousands of years I flew to the moon

And now they call all my thoughts to be just a swoon

Just a glimpse of a wish did take me everywhere

Whereever they arrive: I am and I have been there

Since I have talked to Brahman, Allah and Agnih

And Shiva, Krishna, Lakshmi, Vishnu and Kali

I did not need rockets or high-tech and all that

But only clear insight, justification, imagination and thought

And with a minimum of wasting precious energy

And merely with thinking's and phantasy's economy...

You might regard it to be just another hint:

I didn't even leave a single hand- or footprint

It was the pleasure of my leisure-hours

The signs I left were not mine, but ours

I never cared to hide it behind fence or hedge

Or claimed for it to be my personal privilege

And I surly did put it to the test

To convince the big-wigs in science and industry

(But any attempt since years was just a waste

Their ignorance nearly did cost me my own sanity)

For instance how machine and communication

Needed not only mathematics and administration

But as one of it's essentials for future progress

In business and competence, the poet's access

I did meet with either the paranoid's resistance

Or, if not that, then with the successfuls' ignorance

But since they begin to stare at the possibility to fall

They try to play the game with me as the ball

But I tell you whatever they'll try or'll be doin'

They still will never ever reach the moon

Or if they do - they'll still hear the poet's laughter:

It might be some kind'a moon, but not the one they were after !

If you should ever attempt to play with the poet or writer

He may become a hidden and silent traitor

And before you start - a parrot pretending to think

Trying to make the one you learn from to shrink

You could be confronted with the experience

That your should-be prisoner has jumped the fence

Giving your business-enemy idea and advance

And again you did miss the golden chance...

Be sure that there will be enough years and time

To make you loose not only once again

Intelligence, that is the mind's capability

To make you miss the truth throughout all of your history

Since I still know that all of Life is only One

And that to be `a person' is a biological illusion

I cling to only one meaning of `communication'

And that there will be only this one - or none

Indeed, for business-purpose you need the trick

To make claims for information-distribution to become asymetric

The less people know how most of `knowledge' spells

The more you can make out of it, the better it sells...?

Since, as I can see, there is no sense

In acquired instruments or any kind of existence

And everything meets just senseless ends

I am not really in need of formal eloquence

If business is all it is needed for

To be cheated by politics, teachers or a whore

For the purpose usually use is made thereof

To howl, show teeth or bite and bark would be enough

Instead you really need all your capability and intelligence

To get behind all meaning of the precious speeches and eloquence

And when you finallly found out through earnest exploring

All sense has vanished, and the rest is just boring

Still the vagabond and your orphan stand

Either with a gun or the beggar's cup in their hand

And science and technology and your space-ships grant

You to be able for on another desert's ball to land

The walk of life (love) it leads nowhere

Whereever I arrive there's nobody there

No call of mine has been replied

The Universe is still vast and void

It's like if God has stopped Creation whence

In Bereschith, right at the second sentence:

Everything appears still as if HE had just begun -

And left in Darknesse a work undonne

Here and there Agnih has some fire lit

And then He seemed to be not sure about it

About what to do and how and why

(Maybe He heard the children cry ?)

And into the forlorn chaos and waste has entered

'Kali', to establish the chain of birth and death

Yet, though as mother Nature she`s productive at her best

She takes all her products to (s)mother them at her breast

But since Everything is Complete in 'Elohim'

To be or not to be does'nt mean a thing

And maybe though 'SHE' did not undo 'HE' quit

And left it, at 'The Second of Bereschith'

Now that's where we really are, you might well see

And do'nt be deluded about all the greenery

The creeping, running, flying things

To cradle you in living dreams

Of life, of hope, of warmth, reason and sense -

It's but delusion's hindering fence

There's nothing living behind those eyes

Just an urge for combination's dice

While mass-media-crooks in fear of their fading charm

Warn you with regard of crooks to do you harm

They want you - to stay on the other side of 'their' fence

Claim to be at your 'Service as The So(u)l(e)and The Central Intelligence'

And behind propositions, feelings, senses, lies

Hollow Darkness beyond Blue Skies

That my friend is where you really are

In a holiday's-dream in the midst of a nightmare

And beyond the borders of your playground's trees

Everywhere nothing but perishing vanities

So turn around, try here and there

Everywhere you go nothing but a nightmare

And close underneath a light blue fence

Upon a ball you, Homo sapiens sapiens

An exploding crowd with No Path to go

Soon about or more than eight billion or so

'The Individual' but a bug, a crutch

Together hardly more than a mass of cockroaches

Running hastily here and there

For food and shelter, gettin' nowhere (aware?)

Left alone to remain still a bit

Until a fiery blast will surly hit

And nothing to regret about it

It's just that point near 'The Second of Bereschith'

Thirty or more percent of every generation to the least

Through 'Socialisation' are put away to the waste

For another about sixty a useless life is found

And all together we are doomed to be Ghetto-bound

You might think, you are the winner, and that you've got the success

And that in the end you can make a deal out of every mess

That you are always the biggest, yes that you surely are the champ

To turn this world into just a 'global' concentrations-camp

Do'nt you think it is time for another gay and merry war

To help to unburden mankind from it's heavy load down here

How about delivering at least a good deal of this suffering and weary mass

Through your newest models of your highly-effective chemical gas ?

Is'nt freedom, if it is correct responsibly to assert

Not realized unless all of mankind down here is definitely dead

And is it not but one step of using the chances for it's realisation

(In spite of want of 'Jews' at hand) to realize self-ghettoisation ?

And should'nt the next step be, when the hall is filled up to the edge

To open all the cans and uproot even the germs of every tree and hedge

And the last step closer to Thee, Oh 'Mankind's Goal of Final Emancipation'

Should'nt consequently be straight-forward global self-vaporisation ?

And when there's doubt about if it another demonstration is

Of 'Problem-Solving through Means of Modern Sciences'

To artificially produce what from nature you eliminate

You might just once more well scientifically investigate

For instance as the utmost of your 'Acting-out of Absurdity'

In 'Research of Shaping Life' through the help of Gen-Technology

While at the same time you deeply meditate about

How with the least amount of work at best all of it can be wiped out

I am sure that you will feel not the least of disgust

If mass-murder will finally be computerized

It is high-time to 'take grip of the profitable chance'

For this kind of 'unavoidable scientific Advance'

Nearly all of the powers of this world are in vain

Syndroms of a variety of a declining Brain

But since 'The Law' is but The Mind's 'Reflection of the Balance of Ecology'

I am sternly relating to the power of 'Pure Morality'

'Social' life is hardly less than a permanent 'War'

Peace may forever the outsider's Kains-mark bear

But while with raping and violence you might spend your time

I go on to invest myself boldly into 'Pure Reason and Rhyme'

While you are rolling along like a black-gleaming Scarab‚e

With your globe, in a gloomy waste of Infinity

Tell me, what-for should Satellite-TV or Radio-astronomy be good

If you cannnot even talk to your nearest Neighbourhood ?

Think of a world-of-man within a computerized communication-net

In endless echoes always repeating only the same old shit

Enhanced and amplified by a globe's power of energy

Radiating into outer Space it's intellectual catastrophe

Think of the grand results of Scientific-Technical Revolution

And the progress in mankind's collective infantilization:

The more complex and developed The Machinery's Scientific Mind

The more simple and stupid seems to grow The Herd of Whole of Mankind

Should it really be the meaning of the sum of the process

To restrain to the personnell of the machinery the progress

And to book with regard of the rest on account of success

To hold them down in the holes of superstition, fear and regress ?

Speak frankly, if this is what your intention will be

Be sure, that I definitely will never agree

As far as I am concerned my choice is all right

And it is 'you' to choose now, 'if you want Fire or Light !'

Take a look at billions of lives being put down to trash

Why then don't we all finally do the Monster-Mash ?

Come on, let's finish it and drop 'The Bomb'

Take The Short-Cut-Ticket back into mother's womb

If you know something about history you can well see

That success has still the same old philosophy:

Let twenty percent of population all the burdens bear

And let seventyfive percent live in permanent fear

Only the witnessing of hunger and suffering

Keeps the seventy-five percent on the run

When danger for property and life seems to be at stake

There's guarantee for the masses to being kept awake !

So push your children once more into the race of mass-education

And let the result once more be merely random decision

If they fall, resign, rise, vanish, remain

It's only another generation to live in vain

Philosophical Anthropology has to be rewritten

I do long know the way to do it, but I keep it well hidden

Imagine it to be realized by maybe ten or twenty percent

It might be sufficient for the final Enlightenment !

Old books contain various kinds of philosophy

One of them saying, the question is: to be or not to be...

I'm convinced that indeed the question rather might

Be - again - : should it be Fire or should it be Light

Mankind is dancing in a coloured dream

Beneath a burning red and yellow light to beam

From Heaven stronger than all of Life's desire

And both are light, and both are fire

Such narrow is our mortal Path

Between sleepy swoon and madness' wrath

Only a momentum of scarcely one degree

Between us all and dark Eternity

Let me tell you something and listen, beloved Liberty

I cannot really believe that you are incapable to see

That, though you are still strong and there is still success

You are yet on the road of progressing recess

There's too much restrictive power upon your masses' brain

And you are rendering more of them daily weary and insane

And instead of helping them intellectually to awake and rise

You are dedicating more of your herd to the slaughter-house

Rise early, concentrate, get out of your bathing-gown

And don't forget about the hair-curlers from your head to take down

Turn off colour-TV, reeducate and keep your books at hand

The whole world's knowledge is at your paperback-command

If you didn't stop smoking, don't use alcohol and drugs

It will turn out to be a handicap through life's lonely walks

Eat cautiously, because when you've got a problem to solve

It's good to be concious and aware like a hungry wolf

Do not terrorize your children, they are everything you own

Lift your people higher up instead and bring the missiles down

And in but one generation's time we could be able to see

The result of a proud mother's liberating education-strategy

Imagine to spend all your world's skills and virtue

To dwell on Research in Space for a few thousand years or so

And the outcome of your search for Alien Intelligence would be

To meet if but one more Being of at least (y)our own monstrosity !

Imagine another Being listening to (y)our message and noise

Lightyears away safe in remote outer Space

Carefully summoning it's diagnosis of it

And - being serene, wise and cautious - remaining silent and quiet -

In another section would still others live

Who would not be able to recognize, feel or to receive

Your precious message (maybe a virus or an ant ?)

Incapable to consider, to talk or to understand

Only the Virus, if it but could receive

As far as you where one of his opportunities to live

Would not ask for what else your message might conceal

And maybe start upon you, as you being just another meal

And of an A(r)utist you will never be able to tell

Wheter he or she is living in Heaven or in Hell

Since Signals, though they might to his Existence be due

Even if you think you 'understood', must not bear 'any' or 'that' Relation to you

You will never be sure, however you may concentrate

On the other hand, if there are God, intending to communicate

With you, through Your senses, and Their Creation

It might be Knowledge, Belief, Madness or simply Delusion

Just a few possibilities to sit down and weep

At The Banks of Babylon, if your Emotion does run deep

And your Consciousness is able to realize even why...

Be sure it is Time for all The Roman Heroes to cry

Come home from your wars, from your insane wrath

From your obsession of this kind of progress, there 'is' another path

Yesterday's hunger is long gone, there must be no reason to bother

It would be good to start here and now, turning to Sister and Brother

'Listen Israel !' hasn't God (or have You?) long resigned

If you ever once believed or if HE really ever reigned

Maybe Your wise men and their books tell You lies about it

Because HE left everything at The Second of Bereschith

And that's how it surly will finally stay

If you do not immediately change your way

Turn around, get aware and remember it:

That still everything is left to 'Bereschith.'

And with respect to Cultural Progress and Scientific 'Modernisation'

Was'nt that a token of 'The Idea of Continuous Creation'

Does it make sense to raise competition with nature's construction

By perfecting by all means no means but those of destruction ?

So let's face it and confess it right

That most of our hopes in Her or Him have died

Like children's, embarrassed about what they've done:

Destroy the violine to see where the tone has come from, that's gone

Let's stand together one more time

Let's once more gather around reason and rhyme

Let's realize our chance to win

If we simply give up to argue with Her or Him

Let's realize The Law of Life

Of being here for - though not only - labour and strive

Let's see that His and Mother's will

If 'we' abuse it, it makes 'us' ill

I dreamed about how we could go on:

I saw a crowd, reaching far beyond the horizon

And around the globe all the billions cried:

In unison: 'LET THERE BE LIGHT !'

But if you really make up your decision for light

For your own sake be sure that your intention is all right

Because since if you are free to choose, and if you are up to play with it

'One' kind of all-pervading fire or light will sincerely be lit

It depends on what everybody in his own place does do

There is no doubt that this world's existence depends on everyone of you

Be careful to handle your Greed, Deed, Ambition and Desire

When you set out to sing: 'Come on Baby, Light my Fire !'

It is partly a problem of Knowledge, partly one of Trust

And into Belief to a certain degree again you've got to invest

There's no need to be anxious, suspicious or ignorant to differentiation

And in the end we could at best make it a combination

Of 'Fire with Light !', maybe it is how peace should be erected

I agree in so far as the tiger's teeth must be extracted

And before something serious really happens to be at stake

Talking about teeth: we need to keep an eye upon the rattle-snake.

But when you start feeling anger about the poet's voice behind your back

Be glad instead that I am staying obstinately at your track

I know and can tell you it's easier to carry that load

When you can be sure that there is someone at your track on the road

It were the outsider's advice and the prophet's wrath

That managed to bring Israel back up on it's Path

And it was David's song that tended Shaul

When he lay, face to the wall, in 'Erez Israel'

It can make you realize the sense of to remember

The anecdote about what, when he in Athen, Alexander

Said, whence confronted with an old beggar's zynism he was

To his men: "If I was not Alexander, I was Diogenes" !

And even Mars in Rome coming from his war as a god

Was associated to a naked slave on his triumphant-chariot

Who at the same instance held the laurel above his head

Murmuring constantly: "you are only a mortal, god"!

And if you think of still another opportunity

Maybe just to get rid of a traitor or an idioty

Remember the fool's function and even Judas Ischariot

To keep kings and even another mortal god on the road

Who might have lived in fear (thanks Mick) about his moments of doubt

When he was struck by the idea to quit the play and get out

Of his role or to rewrite his own script, and as the remedy

Wrote this role for 'The Traitor', to save our history

Now triumph's chariots stand with fading paint

And we all are but to an ox-calf restrained

And the kings and gods, instead of riding on it

For at it's yoke to pull they are alltogether summoned

And Mars, the human god and great warrior

Has to go back to school and turn to be an administrator

And that, in turn, might well the illumination bring

That the biggest fool is just the former king

So, since I am just 'private', and maybe not even 'first class'

And you are The Commander, who is raised by a huge mass:

Are you sure that you really lead and not just run ahead

Like, I am convinced, 'Der (notorios) Fuhrer' did ?

It is one thing to be the foam on top of the billows a'rolling

Another one to be the helmsman who for the course-device is a'calling

Another task to stand steadfast while others are a'drifting

Or to command through the waves of opportunities shifting

Let's head for a goal, a collective task, work on plans

Are we not obliged to give freedom another chance ?

Or will you stand at the sea-shore and gaze at the waves

From your Ivory-Tower, while the others make the pace ?

Sentence the fat to hunger and the drinking to thirst

Deprive the lazy of leisure and the successful of applause

Take at least 'something' from everyone and give it another distribution

It could strengthen all together for a new and creative solution

Actually there's no reason to resign or to carry on

Actually there's no sense in #any# kind of (re)solution

But since we are here and you have got the position

Striving for something good can be due to a good decision

Friendship and enmity are only extreme and distinct choices

To keep things going and arouse opportunity for noises

Which, being dispersed globally all about the people

Maintain the impression that something 's going on around the steeple

You can blow it up and it's not only your family

But instead a mass of beings outstreched in Infinity

Of history, and it depends on the suppositions of your view

Wether to leave everything as it is or to design it anew

The natural Law of Inertia may bar your road

The institutions you find be fettered in a roundabout

Gravitation may be found an irresistible force

And after every revolution everthing appear even worse

Your allied partners' leaders are trying their best

To misuse everything they can for but a moment's jest

And they rely upon freedom's 'meaning' and 'philosophy'

Rendering the world next to it's political agony

And although the pragmatical skunks are badly stinking

They are proud of their 'capability' of short-range-thinking

And if you dared that he stinks to remind one of those

He will sternly reply: "that is not I, that is your nose" !

And because their brain all connotation of 'idea' has released

They're convinced that life-function of all of idea has ceased

You better keep the sword above their heads, hanging on a hair

To be readily in charge of the double-tongued traitor

Is there a fight going on for the so-called `European Soul'

Or is it just a discussion about sort of a Black Hole ?

I feel persist and smell it, you might say I am a sick mind

The Soul of Auschwitz, 'Kristallnacht' and Reichstagsbrand

And though you still can - yet - by politics - avoid the Big-Bang

You may feel to be hardly more than the first in a chain-gang

You maybe are bound to what Augustus or Herakleius II. did

And I do not know if I really liked to be Ovid

It is hardly possible still to be correctly understood

All the meanings have been distorted, abused and wasted

Everything you say through dubious intentions is selected

And you can scarcely be perceived if you are not thoroughly detected

For instance, if you want to explain your policy

To people at home and in another country's colour-TV

If you reheard it you could make out misunderstanding mediation

And be sure that there will be poor and selected translation

If you are up to clear your mind and to think problems over

They will try, making noise, not to give you time to recover

They'll talk together aloud unceasingly with accelerating pace

To drown you in a sea of rethorics beyond your conciousness' surface

Then if you maybe finally become tired and deaf and numb

They will be uproaring in triumph: he was always stupid and dumb !

Be sure that there is a fight and a wrestling going on

And watch out for round four when they'll try to knock you down

Your fellow-politician somewhere, your ally, the 'news-reporter'

Hardly more than another quick and clever meaning-distorter

To cut it short I can try to give you a glimpse of my impression:

If you meditate upon the current meaning of the word 'sensation'

It designs the differential of the slightest sensual perception

As such the idea of the material for reasoning and reflection

And in turn the current meaning lies between or among

An earth-quake, mass-murder, high-jacking and The-Big-Bang

Could it be that we are nurturing a huge mass of addicts

Who from day to day are in need of harder stuff and shots

And the more to communication-drugs they are baptisized

The more, as the output, they are desensibilized ?

However, you certainly think of how your politics to explain

But through mass-media you might appear as if you were insane

You might be reduced to a spot, a flashing moment, or a word

Which through your interpreter's flowing comment hardly can be heard

Later or before, in contrast to it's perceivable importance

You might stare endlessly at a stammering puppet seductively to dance

And a nearly-mute jumping-jack through your mind will imbue

Singing: "don't let the system fool you, all it wanna do is rule you" !

And #then# there is time enough, you can watch that for hours

Their importance is weightened by roaring applause and flowers

In turn, whatever will be your own intention's maintainance

It will be taken from your image and reduced to a rag of a sen(ten)se

You might have a clear and irresistable conception of the whole

For withdrawal of danger, promotion of economics and the sick to console

But to come through in mass-media it might be worse to be a politician

And you'd rather make-up for being a belly-dancer or a rocking-musician

As far as I am concerned I have found a solution, and again

I put everything I'm thinking of into pure-reason-and-rhyme

But even though I know my song well and I was handsome and strong

I know 'my' singing didn't please you: 'the words I sang were wrong!'

Although I am clearly able to think and to sing my own true song

I am long since bound for in an ocean of billions to drown

But since I know who I am it will not cost me a mind's frown

Instead proving that it is possible to remain perfectly unknown !

Now, still you may think you've come through and they could not resist

But you'll only find yourself put down in another clichée's list

You are chained-up to another one of those media-tricks

Because, if it is Music and a Song, then it's not Politics

I want to make you to see that this is your own future fate

Not to be preserved for you for the time after your retreat

It is one of the peculiarities scientific modernisation has had:

The better you are ignored through analysis, the closer you are to God !

Once you get out upon the stage you turn into a screen

And for the spectator only his own imaginations are to be seen

And the blind, having touched feet, belly or trunk with their hand

Are eloquently conversing about the Gestalt of the Elephant

To come back once again to the point I did mention:

Mass-media will never simply work out your intention

You will be more perfectly hidden the more you seem to be shown

And God Himself in the end is just the final and The Completely Unknown !

That indeed will lead us back to Unity of Beginning and End

And The Creator's necessary fate is well illustrated:

Whatever plan He was conceived with to design or to mend

He had to retreat from everything at The Second of Bereschith

And that too is just due to heterogeneous interpretation

It must not mislead you from knowing your point and moment's station

And the better you are able to stir through course-distorting strain

With Knowledge, Insight and Justification, the closer you are to Man !

Contingency seemingly maintains a disagreeable relation

Between Creator and Creation, badly bridged through communication

It seems as if being subjected to understanding and interpretation:

Say, do you know anybody being content with Their Creation ?

Should I tell you the reason why He disappeared beyond perception

And retreated beyond Space where there's not home, meadows or harbours ?

He wanted to be sure not to be involved into communication's deception

And make sure not to be condemned to have such disagreeable neighbours !

Another one of the fundamental question's metamorphosis

Is found in that to handle the problem of communication is

Trough delusion, deception, and Maya's appearance to stir:

By repeatedly deciding whether to appear or not to appear

There's vast amount of contingency of communications

Depending upon the systematic gap of human relations

And it is one thing about what the one to make a sentence would have found

And not neccessarily the same thing what you find out when you 'understand'

It does not mean that there must be an evil mind

It is enough that to be 'a person' means to be restrained

And that imagination can work, still, on specialized plans

Without having an idea of how The Whole can be kept in balance

It needs a pure mind to speak without hesitation

(Or a rhetorical automate's autosuggestive inclination)

And still, whatever your motive or intention 'really' was

At least part of the meaning you produce will be unconscious

So, whatever another one might apprehend and understand

That it too belongs to Your meanings cannot be abandoned

And it needs thoroughly thinking and deep meditation

To catch a glimpse of the mechanisms of Meaning-Creation

For instance, to compare it with the ray of the sun

Reflected to earth, and altered, by the moon

Or vice versa: not direction nor colour are the same

And the 'echo' upon a 'surface' will change it ever again

And the weary- and the out-worn-, and even the farest outsider's brain

Can't be excluded from meaning and communicative participation

Because if upon a person or a group constantly the elbows are used

They become results of - and that's understood - being misused and abused

Meanings are dispersed about the social field

Through human brains to which they are yield

And each, as conciousness, self or person

To meaning's ocean is just one contribution

As for the apparently world-wide learning-process:

Mankind always follows instinctively it's most impressing heroes

Take a look, for instance at the Khmer in Indochina

How those stone-age-children learned to play the game of (y)our war !

And because they accepted that you are the greatest, the champ

They outraced Germany and it's old-fashioned concentration-camp

Now you don't say that you really think that they are not ahead

When nearby they besides already have your computers imitated ?

Such provided with your modern equipment and their history's mind

Nay, aren't those cute little yellow natives intelligent ?

You have studied them long and you finally found out

What all of their marriage-rites, shamanism and witchcraft is about

You've observed them with indefatigable earnestness and glee

And you attained your diploma and your doctor's degree

But you missed, because the professor did hypnotize you

To be aware of 'the rats' observing and conditioning you

Or, as another example, which-ever of your greedy Company

Teaching people in far-and-near-south-and-east rude or reckless to be

How to penetrate into everything being for sale or within reach

Without caring for rites, customs or the rules of marriage

And finally not to be your slave, donkey or fool

Instead insisting of being taken over by their home-rule

Shifting from being your hashish-addict assassin

To make your children the heroes - for their own heroin(e) !

And to finish the shape of the design of your heavy load

Your did'nt hesitate to bring them the word of your God

To make them capable to understand and to live on your advice

And find out that you yourself do not follow it's device

With respect to Germany, at least as I c a n see

You have stumbled into just another mistake's misery

Since you executed a few figures and then let it be

All the Nazis have vanished behind urban-democratic-integrity

But the grey curtain of formal-democratic-scenery

Does collide head-on (thanks Bob) with report of social-psychology

You will have to choose in sight of the alternative:

Should it be the surface mocking you, or Scientific Analysis ?

As you can be sure that the witch is he or she

To tell you that witchcraft is a mad and magic fantasy

You can be sure that they will swear proof and advice

That This Jewish Delusion cannot be regarded being science

The clever ones have taken another path

Of hiding in the most refined of the mascerade

They were the first to recognize that the best one is

Not to argue with you but to become your scientists

While others hide in proper mascerade

Of being in charge for decision of who's the renegade

And while there's question of where all the former Nazis might be

They preach from the pulpit of Moral Science, History and Theology

As for the progress in case of efforts for social control

German 'Beamte' since '33 again are in care of 'The Whole'

Since they have been the requisite and presupposition

Of mass-murder and of the millions' gasification

The doctor's, the scientist's and the judge's job

Is as before to keep the knaves on top

And as the summit of the return of idolatry

Fascism turned to be scientific and law or analytical therapy

To avoid smoking chimneys, international protest or demonstration

They acquired licence for intellectual- and social-gasification

It leaves no bodies, wounded and slain

Wo'nt be recognized in suicide or madness of brain

Intelligent they are finding a completely new version

Not to concentrate the outcasts but to hide them through dispersion

It needs no ovens, baracks, Wachpersonal or electrified fence

And raises Concentration-camps and Diaspora to the fourth potence

But to put off breeches, admire Beethoven and Durer

And avoid replying: "Jawoll, mein Fuhrer" !

And to be a true ally, if not - for instance of - The United States

Must not open, nay, it may be closing even The Golden Gates !

Being kids, for years, oh how we used to play war...

Learning from them all, who definitely had done it before

There's no wondering about but easy to see

Why adults tried to teach me their adultery

While this is going on I keep-on-trucking reason and rhyme

And you might go on rendering me to be insane

There were Roman soldiers before disturbing my circles

And I meet them still standing in the woods near the old Limes

Above the gate of the entrance of Dante's hell

A sign read: "enter here and let all hope fall..."

And the letters on the gate of Auschwitz still cry

Like a revolution's grafitti: "Arbeit macht frei" !

And that together makes the 'logic' of modern live:

Let all hope fall and live for labour and strive

Do'nt ask for reward, understanding, meaning and sense

And work for only one: The Alien Intelligence...!

You yourself do know well those backwarded One's

Who rather dwell in nightmares instead of opening their eyes

To risk but a glance at progress and modernisation

Lacking serenity, sanity and the adult peoples' patience

They who are not able to consider if what they see

Could be nothing else but their own echoed insanity

And wonder why the sane ultimately must arise

To collect them and dedicate them to the chambers of gas

As for the one's you had to be undergone to be reeducated

In spite of shrinking interest they were rendered as being misleaded

And since you yourself did not master the native's vernacular

You had to listen to any kind of to-be-suspected interpreter

And you are wise to see I am but another one of those

 Who are trying to mislead  y o u  for their hidden purpose

May this trick convince you of the maliciousness of my race

To mislead you by confessing it right into your face

Should anybody ask you of what consequences all that is

And point at the forbodings of the catastrophe

You might sternly answer that it is just business

And commit The False Prophets of Doomsday to psychiatry

But no sovereignty should ever hesitate

To hasten at first to delegate

At least one single soul to work for the sense

Of specializing to be it's on-Science

Yet, all kings and rulers and even the 'democratic' mass

In need of self-restraint, when it came to pass

That it took up it's work and played it's role

For instance like the geese on the hill of the Capitol

Did, as con-sequent as they denied all restraint

And because greed and vice let their conscience fade and faint

Mistake the touchstone of the world of man: the Zaddik

As being to irresponsibility and violence just a hindering brick

So, if one of the Honourables tells you that it's 'bad anthropology'

To propose warfare as being man's nature, urging violently

Then: there's nothing as easy as the empirical proof

That such 'conviction' or 'theory' cannot be the truth

But as long as it still is as it always was - or worse

It can be yet at least a very good working-hypothesis

And I am sure that Sir Carl Popper will be on my side

If I invite you kindly to contribute to have it falsified

By the way, it should be mentioned that melancholy

Is a compromise of consciousness with naked reality

Combined with the insight into the impossibility

To realize a nevertheless existing Idea of pure Humanity...

I don't trust in peace, but I am haunted instead

By a vision of a world-of-man to the utmost crowded

With men fighting for advantages or food, and making waste

And treating the next as their enemy first and last

Since wars turned to be worse, since all kinds of destruction

Are not only the menace, but an effect of mass-production

And mankind and difficulties are still exploding fast

I myself might be but cause and effect of a waste... -

My father, as a youth, did engage in the first war

And he died shortly after the second of pneumonia

While his fate was a topic to be mocked upon

By a so-called want-to-be 'Dichter' by the name of Thomas Mann

He was not yet dead when another auspicious young man

Coming home from the second war used to put my mother on

Since he was used to violence and adultery

He felt free enough to break into an outbombed family

He increased the people he left at least by one

After treating everything he liked - and me - with compulsion

And then finally leaving for the land of all hope

He just turned his back to trash rotting on life's slope

When my brother had died from a creeping disease

The bombs had long begun to drop like rain from bleeding skies

And while we were shrieking in deep and dark dump, forlorn

Another of my lucky family, my younger sister was born

Silently, through war's terror and noises

Our - children's - fragile world fell into pieces

And when bombing ceased, and cold and hunger came

We all turned to be mad, psychotic and insane

We were a very easy bounty then

For teachers, judges, doctors, or irresponsible young men

Breaking violently into our home

Scattering our minds - you might think they have won

Left and slandered again and again

We turned back to ourselves and did trust none

That did fit into so-called 'reality'

Which indeed was a mass-murder-scenery

They, who had killed successfully and most

Came back to be fathers, husbands, teachers, judge and host

Being killers, they were raised, honoured and dispensed

I am today, but they were then experienced

Those friendly 'uncles' all around

To social authority and success they were bound

Since they surly had learned how it was to be mad(e)

And I, should I dare to stand in their road ?

Undressed of their uniforms, there was no killer far and by

Nobody - except them - could know who and what they were

Of crooks and killers social world seemed to be void

Only, apparently, they all were rather paranoid !

Being used to have a deadly enemy

And not being able for in themselves him to see

And being held down - or supported - by a stronger one

They turned upon their children, and the coming generation

And now it was t h e easiest thing to do

One one hand the minds of the children to imbue

Covering them all with the delusion of order and authority

The killer's face hiding thrice behind humanity

Once by pointing at the common enemy

Second by usurping education-authority

Thrice by turning to invade the children's minds

And deluding them all with all kinds of lies

While on the other for a few who still urged to come through

It were Herodes and his hidden crew

To be sure at least for this fight to win

If somebody should dare and start to argue

Or at least in this case not to give in -

Now they showed all the world again who they have always been

It depends on who did succeed to convince you

Whether you believe that this is what-for they needed you

Now, don't believe that the Sieger are long dead

They still hit you and me daily upon our head

I am sure, they will try, before they must leave

To make all of the world their version believe

And indeed you can see that it is 'scientific conviction'

That - though social reality since is but a terror's fiction -

They insist that it must be some hundred years

Before you and me should be able to realize what it is

"It is a question of too close distances" -

And if you suppose otherwise, it must be your fancies

So, whatever your belief in this case might be

It is never sufficient to gain a doctor's degree

"Such is life, child, we will make you believe " -

(And if it might be not of duration, it's at least as long as we live)

And after we are dead you'll be weary and tired

And be sure you are alone, the truth will not be hired

There are too much of them to participate

In 'the social order', the one we have made

So, even after we have gone you'll make no advance

And to look for an address will be of no proper chance

Still you look for a soul, and you do have a vision

- And you work on the expression your mind has imbued -

Of 'the thinker' and 'the Dichter', of search for the truth

But the thinker is the killer and puts you down in competition

'Professor' Muller was not the only one

Of the ones in Hannover to put me on

Due to met-em-psychosis it must have been done

That he was discovered to be a little Napoleon

And since he had - as you know - lost at Waterloo

It was here his spirit had his dream come true

This time he is luckier than before

His ally, as usual, was a little whore

To be found at each and every place

To 'lend a helping hand' or to give free advice

In turn to take with the other hand

If there might be some advance, for a 'one-night-stand'

It seems that information-flow

Is similar to the way to milk an ox or a cow

A fast grip for the nipple will surly do

To grant for sufficient overflow

The professor, not sure about his manly potence

Begins to wane a rival for competence

And is easily tickled, with a winning smile

To fuck himself up to be a cock for a while

From the goose's back he steps in his wane

Like Zeus, descending from his heavenly throne

And still he might wane to be a god

When he's scratching for threatened worms in the mud

If someone has become professor in Germaning

He always knows and knew each and everything

There can be no limit anywhere for his competence

He succeeds god in his very own omnipotence

He becomes the lord of all Creation

And not only if he feels as hard-boiled-science representation

And though his unconscious reflexes are rather primitive and biological

He will find an argument to compensate his fall

There must have been some kind of proper reason

For his wane, fitting into every illusion's season

He might be only an average philosopher or mathematician

But that's sufficient for each and every competition (or illusion)

Since he is definitely a Scientist and Beamter and Professor

The one to esoterically abuse him can be not just a whore

And his impotent fury against his rival must be

Nothing but 'scientific necessity'

Stolz tritt der Hirsch auf die n„chtliche Lichtung

Und r”hrt aus dunklem Antrieb in jede Richtung

Denn ueberall lauern die Rivalen, die wagen

Ihm die heissen, zu 'pruefenden' Weibchen abzujagen

Diese rechnen schon fest mit dieser Art Scharm

Und halten den röhrenden Hirsch sich ihrerseits warm

Es gibt da keine Wahl, die alle, sie müssen

Und zwar desto mehr und blinder, je weniger sie davon wissen

But if you remind one of those that he might be sick

He will be sure that this is another rival's trick

And they feel very wise and very clever about

That they have auch diesen Trick durchschaut

For instance that I had programmed the seductive little whore

After I did check all about her 'esoterics' before

And then I delivered the automate up to him

Who might wane I was not able to program his machine

After '33 and the war this culture's soul

Was nothing but a burnt-out black-hole

And every idiot, killer and gangster

Could still turn to be 'deutscher Berufsbeamter'

And now they sit there, fat, violent and numb

The state has become the stupid's dump

And their compensation lies in bureaucracy

To render all who want to grow into insanity

Fifteen million refugees from the east we accepted past the war

Who came - being displaced - to dwell amongst our people over here

'The poor and homeless' took over all Institutions of Public Affairs

And rearmed 'US' to be the 'infant-ry' for their coming wars

Freedom, as they wanted us to have it understood

Was to be welcomed first to be our neighbourhood

And then to start with the gained riches back for revenge

Misusing us twice for their hidden interests and plans

Though they came as conquerors we were not aware

(They shared our culture and spoke the same vernacular

And their intrigue-clubs worked out a public ideology)

That they turned our country into their colony

When they had made sure to hold the strategic points for to make the decision

To persecute legally everybody not conform as a protagonist of communism

And being sure that they were on the right side so far

They began to reenter against us being kids, into warfare

Even the strategy was the same for success to grant

When Der Fuhrer had began warfare against Poland:

Hit somebody into the face and if he strikes back or not

His existence makes him responsible and that means to provocate !

Since over forty years our people are in use, and our resources

For their politics towards the east they plunder our man-power and purses

Controlling public affairs, institutions, media, schools, that means: everyone

In-forming in first case a hidden inner-German colonialist garrison

They are the ones to know very well the meaning of the insinuation

To proclaim for 'the working-immigrants' political and social integration

And for clear-to-be-seen-interest they propagate throughout the house:

'Aussiedler' are welcome, throw the 'asylants' and 'foreigners' raus !

'Aussiedler' in this sense is each and everyone from the east

Having fed a German-shepherd for three months at least

And who seems from his origin to be a guarantee

To maintain and support every-kind of reactionary 'Flüchtlings-policy'

To understand it: every policy making proper usage

Of our big-brother and allies and everything-else within reach

And behind the curtain of 'democracy', 'Europe', and 'open-market' the trash

Doesn't think of anything-else but the naked reason of making double-cash

They who have successfully claimed to be our teachers

Who did succeed to overtake the role of leaders and preachers

Who claim notwithstanding to take care of the Whole

Do constantly play a clever double-faced-role

I did not loose anything in the German or polish east

I did not gain anything here for being outbombed to the least

But indeed the rest of the nothings we owned, a waste

Were taken by 'reform' from us to feed those poor 'refugees'

I was informed by them not to be unfriendly or hostile

I was asked with a frown to be patient for another while

I was asked to accept them to be my teacher and leader

And to invite them to sit in the open chair of my brother and father

Now they hardly took seat when they began to expand, like a balloon

The stock for their black-market-activities once being my living-room

And to clear things up about the to-be-expected-kind of new-rule

They hit me from behind on the head when I went to or came home from school

And I dare to say: this is political experience from the start

To be hit upon the head by those friends and brothers to be so smart

To rely as kids-unguilty first to immediate violence

And later on turning to formal-communicative-competence

It didn't take me too long for this experience to be made

And I somehow could not manage to get in time out of bed

To be awake and aware and ready for school, and instead

I turned to stay a fool and finally I was all the way too late

Because, when I entered, still in time, as I thought they would agree

Although about six years late into a German University

They were already there and far ahead of my position

And everywhere they had already got the keys of the institution

Provided with the state's authority and power

They laughed down at me high from their ivory-tower

While I still dreamed of another state of Germany

And of its old Academy and function of University

Now, I was already experienced with modern world

I had worked my way through it, I hadn't to be told

But I had to be shown how they did manage to turn

Me to be captured to be the fool and their football again

At first I was taught the most fine psychological art

To begin again to learn senseless syllables from the start

But even though I had already practically succeeded in the case

(Being a rock-musician and paid good for it) I had to be a professor's ass

Now I wasn't payed for to learn the senseless thoughts and shit

Being made-up as 'theory' and 'höchstes deutsches Bildungsgut'

Instead I had become - from being a teenage-musician-star -

An example of what was hated most for long as The German Paria

Waning that I had reached the holy halls of thinking-tradition in the end

I had the first choke when I realized that I was kind rat, i. e. 'a student'

That is understood: of the kind of trash but only one

To be shot in the streets by any killer in a uniform

Who couldn't come home from his private war

To fight 'communists', at least in the west, so far

Who were after his job and real identity

He had furnished (again and still) with social authority

But instead of leaving the place immediately and at once

I tried to cling to what I thought to be the Bildungs-essentials

Weil diesen Quark halt irgendein deutscher Studienrat

In meinem Kopf als Müll zuvor schon hinterlassen hat

Und weil der verantwortlich solches bewirkt

Hat, hab' ich bestenfalls an meiner Empörung bemerkt

Daß die dann später unter dem Titel notorische 'moderne Welt'

Längst, und nicht nur mir, auch diesen 'Bildungsweg' verstellt

Hatte, while the professor, that is he, who's got the power and job

Went to exercise of theory and practice of the 'philosophy-as-Als-ob'

Maintaining the fiction that his jugglery, humbug and hoax

Could provide people - or me - with arms or aims for life's lonesome walks

They who were not ready to accept their own and our common fate

In the place where they had lived taught me about society and state

As reliable subjects they were quickly raised and honoured here

And because they spoke the native's vernacular especially useful they were

I did not even realize they were not natives but The Aliens

And since they had managed to get in charge of authority and competence

I really tried hard to get used to their apparently confused imagination

It took me years to realize I had arrived at a brain-washing-station

Actually there was nobody to be responsible with respect to the task

Actually instead everybody was wearing sort of a culture-mask

Actually there were the goats made up to be the gardeners

Actually there were the wolves put up as the sheep's teachers and partners

Now there was the time for a new mixture of the old coalition

Fastening usurped authority in University and teaching-tradition

Now they could go for a new kind of silent and unbloody selection

Being strongly supported and well provided against detection

Because they had been already on top of the positions

They were very well established to make propositions and decisions

And through teaching-authority and scientific-adaptation

They were able to invade their insanity into our imagination

Now, if you doubted their reason through some kind of inference

They wrote an article about The Unconscious and it's secret meanings

They listened thoroughly to your words and then explained you it's sense

And scientific analysis became identical with counter-transference

Und so wurde überhaupt alles eigentlich nur als 'Widerstand'

Und deshalb nur 'in der Deutung' und als 'pathologisch', 'anerkannt'

Als Feindschaft gegen Üblichkeit, Ordnung und Staat

So wie man das seit '33 in Deutschland am liebsten hat

Alles was sich da noch regte aus bürgerlichem Geist, gar erster Hand

War gleich gebrandmarkt als illegitim/irrationaler Widerstand

Und wer dann noch immer nicht ruhig gewesen ist

Der wurde gebrandmarkt - je nachdem - hier: als Kommunist

Wer dann immer noch hier und da einmal

Den Mund auftat, war schon ein notorischer Fall

Und hatte gleich den schwarzen Peter

Und einen Namen: als Wiederholungstäter

Was die 'Richter' dabei so alles wiederholt

Haben, wurde nicht eigens nochmal festgestellt

Und so soll es doch vermutlich für immer bleiben

Warum sollen wir die eigentlich nicht auch `mal vertreiben ?

Sie haben es sich längst verdient, und mehr

Wir brauchen die nicht, und die uns bald nicht mehr

Solche Art von Gästen sind zu Recht unbeliebt

Vielleicht, daß es ihnen wenigstens zu denken gibt ?

Why not does 'the Iwan' take them back from here

Don't they and doesn't he think they could be useful over there

Since they seem to be eager to make cash and with a good result

To repeat it once again on the other side, und zwar bald

Loaded with their gold they'll gonna start 'back home'

To take a good hold of 'their old possession' again

And again we will have finally payed the price

And they'll once more win the war, and that means at least: twice --

{The newest coup of Social-democracy

Is only their well-known 'science-and-education-policy'

With special touch to sex and age

They put it as a brand new design upon the stage

In depends on rewriting history

And to create a brand new kind of sociology

That's how they want to make you forget

What they - since twenty-one years - have said and did

But if you think they would be content

If you elected them because they lend you a hand

You will soon realize how it came to pass

That once again t h e y make out the 'overwhelming mass'

In sociology, philosophy and education

They rely without any hesitation

Once again, especially and most of all

Upon scientific-organizational overkill

For instance, if you are haunted by a memory

That prevents you from taking their politics too easy

Or if you're experienced with what they proclaim

Be sure that you will never get back home

For instance they are not able to recognize

That 'the family' is only as spiritual unity

Instead the 'progress' they try to put on stage

Separates all it's 'parts' by sex and age

No wonder then that they aim for glory

By appointment of opportunism without any memory

And though it may cause you to weep or laughter

It is not you now but your children that they are after

They intend to make education organizations

To be founded upon antagonism of the generations

And even if you want to get a job in philosophy

You must be female these days and less than forty

Wasn't SOKRATES, when he was killed

About seventy-five, and his life fulfilled ?

Aber das war kurz gesagt, nur so ein alter Opa

Wir sind um zwanzig, am Zug, WIR SIND EU(E)R-OPA !

Besides, if you dare for history and take a look

To kill a young rabbi or an old philosopher created once a book

But now they have succeeded the message to bring:

Kill whatever you like, it doesn't mean and create a thing

Okay, finally the refined strategy:

The background: the same old form and hierarchy

In between our ghost-writers, not male and not over forty

The one's we lead between eighteen and thirty

First we provide for enmity

Between the members of any so-called family

We split them up through sex and age

Then we step up upon the stage

We call for more and better payed personnel

Especially to send the aged to hell

When we got rid of that Klientel

We provide for enmity between male and female

And in the end we let run wild

Father and mother against their child

To complete the outraged scenery

We provide for reciprocity

And that is how it will come to pass

That 'w e' lead the 'overwhelming' mass

And with a network of wide spread researchery

We carry social control into every family

That's how we provide to have them deluded

They will not realize how they are persuaded

"Fasten seatbelts, we'll take off right now for the flight

The sun is rising ahead and the future'll be bright"

And to provide that everybody keeps sitting in it's place

We will permanently point out that there might be dangers

Schools and University will make the bed

For broadening streams of voters to be led

Straightway from social and and ecological insomnia

Right up into the global Utopia

'We', those vigilant few below forty

(That is the one's we pointed out

To write down what we want and to speak it out)

Will bring them ecological education and philosophy

And be sure that we will never cease

To bring mankind to final peace

(The only problem that will surly come:

Next year they might be already forty-one

And it can be a problem caused by change in a while

That it's not easy to change a female into a male

And, mother, that the time might come

To show whereat you've mislead your son

It might take twenty years to make appear the mess

Of some kind of participation in your social-learning-process

And the only chance indeed then might really be

That those mislead now are already over forty

I am not sure how you then will manage to do

To start the game over again and anew

But you'll surly find a way, and we will see

(You could try to rely upon your and their short memory)

But I am as sure and do not care if you agree

That you will need a few with a long-range-memory

I indeed and my memory will still be there

But if you do not provide for it now I do not have to care

And think of how horrible it could be

That I will then be over or about seventy

My kids will not only k n o w how I was betrayed

By your clever polito-scienti-rhetorics, since 'sixty-eight'

And I am sure that you will not have the power

To put their consciousness down or to take it over

For longer than your senseless foam

Will live this spirit and it's poem

And I am aware that you might be

The spearhead of ecological tyranny

And I will surly laugh the most

To see my own ideas powerful imposed

Compulsively from way far overhead

By twenty-aged and the one's by whom they're lead

Meanwhile you'll have to change - again - the fiction

To avoid unwanted and disturbing friction

Your (leaders') aim will once more be

To point sternly to eternity

You will not speak then of any 'age'

And paint the background of the stage

With pictures filled with masses mild

And every age, be it old or child

Then it will be the teacher's point

To make his lecture and to find

The artist's motives such to mend

Was THE IDEA OF MAN AND OF MANKIND

So far for art and it's aesthetical theory

Next for your collegue, as for the science of history

Will work cooperatively together with philosophy

To reveal mankind's eternal destiny

"All mankind is but a Unity

Wandering on a march throughout history

Guided mainly by friendly females under forty

To work for social-democratic glory

Leading the young (they are The Globe

And, since 'we' have progressed, not merely Europe)

Onward, with (not only German) responsibility

Right into it's destiny, and that's eternity"

"Oh son, come home to mother's breast

So that she can smother you for your very best

And you will surly be bound for glory

If mother is the social-democracy"

But you have been seen, and it has not yet been said

How you tried to put us down since sixty-eight

And since I have escaped and I do know how it was

You'll be pointed out to be one of the servants of Herodes

Im Emslandlager sprach Herr Brandt

(Ich habe ihn wohl, aber ob er mich erkannt ?)

Vor einem Jahr, und er glaubte wohl das isses:

"Es gibt keine Gnade des schlechten Gedächtnisses" !

Ich bin da aber anderer Ansicht

Und sage es euch allen in's Gesicht

(Und das bis zum Ersatz meines dritten Gebisses):

ES GIBT KEINE GNADE DES GUTEN GEDAECHTNISSES !}

By the way, I'm sure that East-German agencies

Did mark their personnel to appear as if they were poor refugees

Providing for an at least possible enemy

To seem to be of special political reliability

None of the one's who have left the east

Can earnestly be hostile, agents or even a 'communist'

And that is surly why they must prefer

Them especially in public service over here

And this is why you will never tell whether

They do not silently really work together

Making the surface appear to be as if it

Meant exactly the opposite

You want to make sure ? - but if you try

You are rendered to be be outcast, radical or a spy !

And if you still try to insist

You are not qualified to be a scientist

You will never be able to avoid

To be judged to be hysteric or even paranoid

And if you do not care at all and let it be

You make proof for lack of reliability

To confer about the problems at a meeting seems to be very easy

But then they cancel it and tell you to be very busy

And you shouldn't say that it could not be foreseen

Because it is you to want to meet a 'very important person'

There's no opportunity for to complain, all right

You know it is nothing but the 'Üblichkeit'

And to claim otherwise will prove you to be the slenderer

'Die Legitimationspflicht liegt - schließlich - beim Veränderer

So, call them up and they'll always refrain:

"Another time, call me up some time again"

There's no use to reason, it will only make you wane...

Your choice: to be The Patient or The Insane !

But there's no means to hinder the output of a continuous text

To continue to tell you simply what has happened next

Because whatever it was, is or might be

It altogether makes only History

Though it might be a mad story I do'nt mind a frown

To keep on going to write it down

And, dear reader, it must not be swollen up to fill books

To give you an insight into the interaction-style of the crooks

T h a t is how power is to be made

T h a t is how they provide for that it is world-wide outspread

T h a t is how they manage to maintain the global disease

Of those neccessary and unavoidable social hierarchies

That's how they make you to become deaf and numb

That's how they urn you to be stupid and dumb

You are but an ox or a cow attending a rodeo

And PILATUS keeps on reigning sine ira et studio

Kindly he bids you to step into the cage

Before he goes to take over your inheritage

And to provide for to be sure that you do not jump the fence

He proclaims it to be the birth-mark of your impotence

With a birds-eye's-view supreme to the cultural scenery

Your left-overs are succeed-up into his philosophy

And everything that will ever happen to thee

Is due to 'social change' and the fatalities of modernity

'MODERNITY' is everything that will surly provide

For all (not only 'scientific') advantage to be on his side

And 'accelerated change' will sincerely hasten to fill

All the ponds with waters for his interpretation-mill

Der Philosoph und Doktor sind

Die ärgsten Feinde für das Kind

Sie drehn es durch und für den Lohn

Sorgt schon der pure Erfolg der Projektion

Ricke-racke, ricke-racke

Geht die Mühle mit Geknacke

Solang' sich diese Mühle dreht

Gibt's Fortschritt, Wandel und also Modernität

In diesem Sinn, wie sich versteht -

Wie immer also die Geschichte geht:

Stets bleibst Du draußen und bleibst dumm

Zum Wohl von Bürokrat und Beamtentum

Leb' frisch asketisch, hüte Dich zu saufen

Dann müssen sie sich wieder Killer kaufen

Und das wahre Ende von dem Lied

Ist dann erst wieder ihr KZ

Darin sitzt Du dann ein, mein Bester

Aber nicht als Doktor, nur als Magister

Und das 'entbirgt' dann auch den Sinn der Tat

Der Vermeidung vom neuen akademischen Proletariat

D a s war der Sinn dieser Bildungspolitik

Und sorgt für Deinen 'Karriere-' und Lebensknick

Und zum Wohle von des Professors Ehre

Machst Du eine Insassenkarriere

Everything else the same, but the opposite

To the one die Herren Weizsäcker were begifted with

To be painted to make up as the Galionsfigur

For the proud West-German steamer called 'Demokratur'

But they are still helpful for the diagnosis:

It is just an average 'midlife-crisis'

"Cheer up my friend, and smile again"

(It's just that you were fucked-up and they have won)

If you meet them now there's no blood on their hands

It's the same thing with the world-wide heroin-bands:

White washed the science-gangs too do reenter

And invest for instance in Frankfurt city center

Be sure if you meet those cultivated and helpful men

They are hardly more than the avarage Pavian

But they definitely differ especially from those

In so far as they are far more dangerous

They stand for mankinds responsibility

With special respect to eternity

And if you do not daily prostrate to kiss their feet

They'll have you hit harder onto your face, back and head

Sind in öffentlichen Dingen penibel und sorgsam

Schulden dem Führer noch immer - nachträglichen ? - Gehorsam

Sind in der Pflicht alle Nachkommen zu eichen

Und gehen dafür auch schon mal über Leichen

They always plan in secrecy

The newest understanding of your 'reality'

And you'll always stay deaf and blind

They'll walk ahead and you behind

And even when there'll be the worst

They know, because they plan it, first

You're else the bear lead by his nose

Or the sheep kindly guided to the slaughter-house

Predigen asketische Lebensform

Und verdienen daran enorm

D e i n e Pflicht ist es zu darben

Damit i h r e Kinder es besser haben

Actually they still do live - undercover

As doctors, lawyers, therapists or philosopher

Actually this land's still sick and dirty

As long as they rule, born about nineteen-thirty

If you want to remind yourself of the facts

You dare to try to make communicative contacts

It wont take you more than a minute to recognize and see

They immediately poison you with their insanity

And since they continue to put you on

Talking about The Unconscious at the same time

Everything truly reappears again to be present

While they go on to tell you that it's only history to be 'meant'

They talk of 'Vergegenwärtigung' and stare at you

It reminds you of what they could be up for to do

And while you are caught in that prison and it makes you lame

They overround you just another time

It is associated with the same old game

They are not able to alter but must play over again

And that can do well if a proof must be

Of their personal and your memory's reliability

The explanations are still the same

The excuses are as ever, lame

Their expectations still that you are tame

Do you really still fit into that game ?

Didn't they explain, through your confusion

All about mankind's, and that's at least t h e i r constitution ?

And doesn't that make out the legacy

Of your final claim for reciprocity ?

Didn't they work hard to earn a storm

Turning you into a tortured worm ?

And are they not in charge to gain

The crop of their seed before or while they're dyin' ?

Can they be sure that you'll find it hard

To be anything else but a fearful coward ?

Do you still wane to have something to choose

Did they provide for something you could loose ?

There are things that cannot be talked of but done

There might be things that cannot be gained but lost or won

There are things nobody should try to provocate

If is is not to call for aid for committing suicide --

(To make sure - it has not yet been clearly said

And you've got to get the idea into your head:

There were three war-parties to win in the game

And not one did fit into a 'nation-frame'

But instead indeed it is easy to see

They met in o n e ground and culture: in Germany

Nationalism was not the reason but the means

The r e a s o n of politics was violence

Socialism, National-Socialism and Zionism

Met their Atonement through political Antagonism

They at least as ideological groups did win

In Europe's Modernization-game

And none of them did mind a frown

To recruit it's ally of it's own

So, shouldn't it be easy to get into your head:

The Living are The Winners and The Naked a r e The Dead)

(Now since those ideologies are only the surrogate

For the fatal result 'modernization' has had

It would be good to remember, for our future fate:

God is for the living and not (only) for the dead

So far it is w e all that must want to win

And the idea of human unity needs at least a name

So if you are not able to believe then take hold for the sense

Of the name of God with regard to human existence)

In the meantime interpretation was violently misused

They wanted to be sure that they were never accused

But, dear professor, to handle it like a Stalin-organ or a machine-gun

Must finally open ears and eyes to me and everyone

But be sure if you dare to speak about that this is reality

You will never be accepted in 'their own' University

As long as it is they who tell you what is all about Science

They'll be the masters and you at best one of the compulsory-clients

And if from the beginning you had spoken free

You wouldn't even have gained a worthless bachelor's degree

And that means: to speak frankly and not to hide a stack

Means in the same time unavoidably to give it back

As far as I am concerned I have entered and worked in University

For one purpose only, and that was the doctor's degree

And I am not so stupid to be fed with the delusion to imbue

Myself about the fact that they didn't let me come through

They wouldn't let me go and they wouldn't let me through

They wouldn't let me do anything else I would've been able to do

They locked me up in the hidden concentration-camp

Trying to convince me of myself to be stupid and dumb

My own mind was but a point in their calculation

They counted me in for to work for their interpretation

Of what I would have to be and to think of my life and me

And that should finally be Sociology, Psychology and Philosophy ?

They should be sure that there has been paid a terrible price

I at least did still follow my own course and advice

And since I was not regarded to be responsible at all

I didn't have to care what and who else did fall

And since I got aware of that they did want to enter into everyone

With the methods of espionage made up to be scientific interpretation

I did learn to hide behind any kind of mask or role

And to change roles quicker than they were able to follow

Besides there were the masses of an anomistic 'scene'

Acting - in bunches - as doubles of one of 'the spiritually leading men'

And they all were eager to destroy or wash your brains

Like their own was: with their master's newest sense -

But whatever they claimed for their intention to be

Only the faces changed in an identical scenery

And out of the gestures and voices of everyone

Echoed the tone of The Führer and his leading men

Out of their stock I was equipped with the heaviest cross

And then they laughed at me because I 'looked like' Jesus

But I do'nt have to argue whether it was role, disguise or imagination

When they academically discuss the problem of transsubstantiation

It's hardly worth mentioning, but indeed

To feel my pain and to see me bleed

They nailed me daily up on their cross

I bet that's why their precious symbol is

A tortured body terribly harmed

"Watch out, we're gonna nail you up

And let you drink a bitter cup

And don't tell us you were not informed"

That's what the signs cry from the walls

Out of each of their temples and holy halls

And if you're wise tell them that there is

Another highway to cultural success

I am sure and I swear that I never had

Three days to recover from the grave and the dead

There's nothing to make you more tired and weary

As constant daily resurrection and immortality

And that's why I finally do conclude

(I don't judge it to be either bad or good):

But I can swear it by their cross

Though I can not be a Christian be sure I am Jesus

To beware themselves they do constantly refrain:

"That is long gone and can never happen again"

It might confess that God Himself must mean:

"I will never walk among them once again"!

Their envy encouraged them to sacrifice

Two 'post-war-generations' for their violent vice

And still they deny any even far similarity

With what they point out to be 'communistic bestiality'

They are still the masters and still make the rules

For the wise men - themselves - for everyone and the fools

And the most mislead one is he or she

To be graduated or licensed - through their grace - to feel free

In the meantime they do not hesitate for once again

To try to seduce you twice with the most impudent interpretation

Though they are the same, except that they have grown faint

That they are `the younger generations' special friend`

It seems, their calculation must be

To shift by one generation with their adultery

And they earnestly must wane that there is no memory of their deed

How they hit their parents publicly upon their head

They count on, there can be no doubt indeed

That there must be persisting enmity, as in their head

And especially between children and adults

As the average outcome of education results

For instance, the uncles and aunts in big politics

Do rely upon the function of their rhetorical tricks

"Vote for me", cries each and everyone of their TV-spots

"I'm for the young", (and your parents were idiots !)

The last to say: nearly half my life long

I was told by the old one's: "you are far too young"!

And the second half I'm surly gonna be told

By the younger one's: "you are far too old"!

But, look a'here, that might be for you

A three years scientist's job, payed BAT-two

And, how full of symbolic meaning it could be:

The alma mater named after Johann Wolfgang Goethe

What do they want ? they're in need of success

For education in cultural and economic production process

With regard to social movement and access

Especially to the participatory learning process

The research - supposed and granted your capability

With it's center of gravity either in Asia

Or else Latin America or in black Africa

Should be of international cooperative interdisciplinarity

It must be somewhere far away, because it could not be

That we here needed more culture and interdisciplinarity

And especially more than the common random access

Of social memory and culture and education process

Besides your extraordinary scientific capability

This time you've got to speak Chinese and Suaheli

It must not be Greek and Latin and they don't ask you for your age

Okay, what else can you show me, turn another page

By the way, You where always of good use

And those 'losers' did not hesitate to abuse

Your lack of acquaintance with either servant or master

And so past-war-scenery turned to be a continuing disaster

They who had missed their final success at Stalingrad

Went right to the top of the charts of cold-war-hit-parade

Turned to be your allies nearly overnight

And roared out in triumph: #we were always right !#

As for the West-German inland-scenery

They put up again the old war machinery:

At the frontier an eastward-pointing army

And behind it the heavy-metal-industry

Gone West, the eastern landed-gentry

Together with the Ruhrgebiet-war-machinery

Agreed to live in political harmony

To rule forever in Western-Germany

Now this was good as long as it seemed to provide

A guarantee for to success to lead

Or if not that to be at least the best

To hold grip of continuous eastern interest

And since it did fit into the scenery

Of atomic-bombs and 'Abschreckungsstrategie'

It was completely innocent to control the disagreeing rest

By pointing them out to be radical or communist

Now do not think that there has been a change

As for the intention, the motives or the range

Or the kind of interest in The East

Of the leading parties of the German west

The change is one of tactics and strategy

With regard to chess of eastern policy

And one more time you might be the pawn

In another knavish European policy-game

For instance with regard to your 'modernization-plan'

You do not have the correct sensibility and differentiation

For the liberating development in the U. S. S. R.

("Those Americans are not able to play a game besides cold-war

Think of how disgusting, imperialistic and insensible

They are to plan to install another short-range-missile

In the end it is 'us' Germans as a whole

What they do want to hold down under control

But they are easy to stir, strong, stupid and tame

Just think of how we maneuvered them into our east-asia-game

N'est pas cela tres elegante comme nous nous retirions

Et la méme occasion par nous ils furent rendu a la fond" ?)

Since I do not suffer of nationalism

And I do not gain any profit of 'imperialism'

I am not sure if it all might be just a terrible waste

The final of the games of the kshatrya-caste... -

On the other hand I will never fall to the charms

Of the silly dream of a world without any arms

Though I hold for that it is a lovable idea

To be realized maybe yonder - but not here !

Besides you should be sure that I indeed do hold

To feel better to know that they a r e controlled

So: whatever your politic's real intention might be

It is very good that is does control at least Western-Germany -

If you wanted to live and still know who you are

To save at least a spot of yourself and not to drown in the nightmare

You were earnestly occupied with a mad play for your soul

While you swam, the crocodiles from below tried to pull you into the mud-hole

While the masters from above lay tons of interpretations upon your head

(Did you swim or drown, did you fail or succeed ?)

While silently behind the only exit's door

The killers waited for their Einsatz-hour

They had been in Paris, Tobruk, Stalingrad

Gained all his or her virtue, vice or Tugend

From Schulpforta, Lebensborn and Hitlerjugend

And now had turned to be liberal, social-(or)-christian-democrat

And how they were anxious not to be in any way accused

(You remember you listened quite puzzled and amused)

It was decades later that you lost your innocence

When you got aware about the long sermon's short sense

It was they who had felt guilty after all

That was the reason for their 'Themenwahl'

While you felt pity with the killer you should have been aware

That they wanted to drown you in their own nightmare

For more than a decade they succeed your life and time

While they heedlessly talked out of a scattered brain

Making you believe that it was you who had to learn

You did loose and loose, and they did only earn and gain

While you still did listen, from way up yonder

They lectured with regard to you about the Manna-wonder

Referring for the special symbolic sense therein

With regard to it's meaning after the painter Poussin

But with regard to real interaction, there was no wonder

There was only one sense to be heard from way down and up yonder

And though it claimed to be science, culture and philosophy

All it came-out-to-be teaching was naked biology

Once, when I tried one of them to explain the reason why, it's sense

He hit me right into my face for this kind of innocence

And I was taught about the presence of the spirit of fascism

Hiding opportunistic behind the curtain of rhetorical sophism

Another type to play interpretation-monopoly

Had specialized in aesthetical sensibility

Ever ready to catch a fly and to suck it's life and head

Like fat black spiders they sat in their social net

From the cold heights of violence they descended down here

And knew everything about Heine, Rilke, Celan and Baudelaire

And occupied the interpretation and knowledge of, and theory

Of ancient and modern tragedy and drama and it's history

If you did not agree submissively and did risk your lip

They mingled quickly with anything within reach, for instance woman's-lib

And as all your forefathers for at least a century before

You were made to be one more looser in just another war

They were ready to catch the wanderer passing through the place

In a net of projections thrown above his head, body and face

You can be sure there never has been something as dangerous

As the SS and their pupils turning to be teachers and philosophers

They really thought they could overcome my mind

Blindfolding me with a candy-bar instead, or to hide behind

The fact that I should live in life-long-prison

Painted with the coloured pictures of freedom's illusion

Finally I realized the meaning and revealed the sense

To be heard out of the roaring water-fall of endless sentences

And I ultimately learned that behind Maya's idolatry

The final sense is no sense but nothing but biology

Interpretation is the unseen means to kill

Interpretation will break your mind and will

Interpretation is a silent invader and poison

The poor refugee knocking to become your garrison

The day may come maybe in a little while

That I will be a 'displaced person' and in exile

It is nothing new but something we have and had:

Just the other necessary German State !

And since I retreated from being a scientist or politician

I am not in charge to follow some kind of standard-interpretation

And with regard to group-interest I do not have to feel sorry

When I insist to tell you only m y own true story

While you might think of everything in terms of the modification

To adapt and bend and shape it into some kind of generalization

Because they made you believe that only lack of individualization

Makes the facts wanted for scientific veri- or falsification

But the text is a function of an interaction-game:

They who make pressure I do not at all have to blame

Because the more violent they turn and the harder they come

The more productive is in the end what I was, will be and I am

Their part is to give any kind of im-pression to the tortured worm

And my part to turn it to be the verbal form

And so, whatever my antagonists' intention might be

To give it form of word and reflection is up to me

Since fifteen years I am captured in this hidden concentration-camp

And I have learned to concentrate instead of becoming deaf and numb

I have learned to give to experience sentence and word

To what they might have thought they could do unseen and unheard

There is another gap between the purpose or motivation, to be

The cause for an im-pression cut through double-contingency

And if the intention might be to make me at least deaf and blind

I can still make it a poem and a song for instance of this kind !

So whatever they wanted to teach to this unbesieged mind

It is still innocent for through any kind of hypnosis to find

The key for the judgment and the words for to provide

To turn the arrow's direction back to the point of it's start

[ And I can earnestly give you an essential hint

If you don't want them to make your mind to be an unpayed whore

Not to regard any idea or imagination of any kind

(Except for instance 2+2=4 and such) to belong to your personal score:

Anything you are not employed or payed for

Nothing you are not raised and honoured for

Most things that are regarded as eternal thruth

And everything that's gonna steal your old age and youth

Anything they can sell to you, except bread and water

No thing that doesn't lift you on the social-ladder

Be aware not to be the pawn in the game of another's advance

But be sure to be able to count and to make auspicious balance

Be sure to avoid to be an element in business-calculus for chance

Be sure that it is not they to make the music after which you dance

Be sure instead to beat the drums and to play the flute

Play their own game to turn them into - if they want you to be - the idiot ]

It is a simple fact like any other one is

That any 'native's' interests here must differ from theirs

As far as 'The East' has to be pointed out

But you are 'a radical' if you say that aloud

It is they who silently dominate

This so-called free country's future fate

And they at the same time do well provide

Through 'Science' and 'History' and 'Volksbildung' for to hide

The very fact that they do execute their best

To proclaim their hidden wishes to be common interest

While they keep on singing the melodies

To be nothing but poor and harmless refugees

(It surly has a good reason of it's own

At first to kill and waste over forty million

Then to occupy all of the annihilated institution

And as for the rest of the native population

To provide - to keep the wages down -

For sufficient foreign immigration

And though millions may suffer, and uncounted die

It is just to keep interest and profits high)

As for their part in population, expressed as percentage

In Public Service you'll surly find their over-representage

And as for their politics with regard to Königsberg, Danzig and Stettin

We merely serve them still truly to be their trampolin

In the late fifties they started to bring to uniform and job

All of the uneducated villains and it's fascistic mob

And now you can hear their shop-stewards explain of these

To be pure democratic consciousness in Public Service and police

The `Radicals' must be somewhere else because they have provided

Especially in the seventies, to have them all 'execluded'

There's no opportunity, it seems, and never ever was

To go now for an application of the 'Radikalenerlaß'

When I came to be a student they hit me into my head

And I was persecuted for anything I thought and wrote and said

Ich war kaum aufgewacht, da war ich sozial schon wieder tot

Der Rest von mir bekam dann später noch ein Berufsverbot

When I sat in the library and somehow tried to concentrate

I was haunted by the terror of which I heard and read

Fearing to be recognized to be the problem and they might want to get rid of it

By shooting me a pistol-bullet right into my head

Since besides the international relations with regard to the U. S. S. R.

Are growing - isn't it wonderful ? - daily better and better

Economic return to be expected surely's gonna be the coming hit

And public servants will be calm if they get their share of the profit

In turn they will have to be taught and explained

That there is a price to pay for the raising wages gained

If they do not agree that others make cash instead

There's gotta be someone to hit at least a good deal upon their head

And that will surly provide for that the radicals will be

Outside of the institutions of public-service-scenery

It serves too for sufficient public discriminations

Not to mix up the pictures inside and outside democratic institutions

They who are locked out are the enemies and the evil

It's the uniform to design the difference of the angel and the devil

And for raising wages on one side and on the other rising rage

A little bit of civil war scenery must be put on public stage

For success there is always a price to pay

If you want to be on top or participate you've got to choose your way

You'll have to become Fuhrer or at least his dog to keep your chance

And only one choice is excluded: if it should be peace or violence

Because if you do resist long enough to play in this kind of game

You will be calculated to be harmless, stupid and tame

In the end - if you want to live - you're taught step by step or all at once

That there's no alternative but to turn to violence

They'll take everything from you until you find that it must

Be that your 'violence' is simply that you exist

My advice is that you get aware before all the prices are payed

For your peaceful solitude, it might be too late

Be sure that there is a war going on against you

Be sure that they do not accidentally aim or fire at you

Be sure that it is useless to wave with a white flag

As long as you still have but a penny in your bag

Now this has to be brought to a definitive end

If those people do want to stay in this land

Nearly twenty million undercovers listen to my advice

If you do not once more want to become refugees

If you want to grow beyond their size

Despite that you want your children to rise

You will have - and we should collaborate

Without doubt and grace - to get rid of it !

The killer has become professor

The killer has become the judge

Become their assessor or successor

Be not in doubt: you won't do much !

He and his gang had you persecuted

He taught you how you were excluded

He killed a good lot of your generation

And not only by 'scientific interpretation'

They split the roles, the one to beat

The other just to interpret

Their relationship seemed to be none

But as Berufsbeamte they are still one

They succeed your life and brought you drugs

Your naked emptieness to be covered with rags

And three parties claimed to be your killer:

Be it policeman, therapist or dealer

Your were violently busted out

Then they blamed you to be a 'drop-out'

You went to the pipe-line, fillin' in time

Came back to be asked: "Where have you been"?

You lost yourself and lived in fear

Reality became your own nightmare

No path to go to return to yourself

And when you awoke the clock strikes twelve

Because none of us knew where we should be going

We took our hands not to feel alone

But though we were handsome, strong and brave

Too many were lost in a tricky cave

Out of the dark we heard voices calling

From everywhere: "come over here, darling"

But anytime we arrived at the place from where

It seemed to have come, nobody was there

Ariadne, as we finally realized

Could not guide, because she herself was lost

Behind every corner lurked the horror

Of a blood-shot-eyed and terrible minotaur

Though none of us did appreciate the feature

His face changed to be the one of a teacher

And then the cracking image turned to be again

A blood-covered monster fed with men

Did we, through flashing lightning, realize

Stuffed open graves, distorted rotting bodies

Or were it pictures full of peace

With grazing cows and shady oak-trees ?

We learned a song where a flying bird

With good forbodings for the kids appeared

But when silver-birds really filled the sky

We were hastily led or carried away

Was it long before or was it much later

That nurse-maids and mother seemed to feel better

When they looked at the sky and saw or heard

The mighty humming silver-bird ?

Even today I have not got wise

It's always that they seemed to feel otherwise

And even teachers then, in school

Always were the wise, and I the fool

I am sure they always tried to hide

Something, and they are still paranoid

First they are friendly, and then again

A dangerous enemy they appear to wane

Now this is their and not my state

They are the one's to take it out in hate

And since it is organized insanity

They insist it to be called a 'democracy'

I'm only able to make out the sense

Of the meaning of a word by experience

And whatever they may talk to me

It is experience that makes my reality

And whatever might be interpreted

And voluminously elaborated

Beyond all those word appears their spirit

And their consensus makes it's truth and summit

He's the spirit of the ruling class

Since this is Democracy - even of the 'overwhelming' mass

He is the spirit of success

The Sieger of mankind's and history's chess

He has killed your father, raped your wife

Killed your brother, took his life

Abused you and even your sister before

And turned your mother into a whore

He washed your brain and told you lies

He insisted you to listen to his advice

He turned you upside-down before you knew

There is nothing to be decided: The Idiot is you !

Be sure that he will not give in

Be sure, that he will always try again

He will not retire, because he is not able to see

His horrible mental insanity

He will try to claim to be your teacher

He occupied the position of the preacher

He holds for justice, health and psychology

And teaches you history, theology and philosophy

He holds positions everywhere

There's nothing he does not take care for

And while the generations change

He himself wants to stay the same

He says that it's the only guarantee

For necessary provision of continuity

For without doubt, he says, that this

Is precondition for 'culture' and 'progress'

Culture and Progress to design the name

Of a state of affairs to stay mainly the same:

You accept to stay with your Insomnia

And he remains with his Paranoia

And especially his self-made experience

Makes the proof to culture's and progress's sense

But he'll always be patient, polite and helpful

To make his mind's state and you to be ratio-null

And he is not in lack of a philosophy

To let you run one round through psychiatry

Once appointed there is no problem to see

That you are the pupil and the teacher is he

For to sign he has a golden pen

Into his marble-halls you will never step in

He can buy each and every thing

His butler is (not You, but) a ruling king

He has the whole world "rearranged"

And now he tells you: "It has quickly changed"!

Meanwhile he starts to turn western industrialism

Into the 'new-wave' of Chinese feudalism

In the meantime you are conditionized

To stare at the chance for the world to be atomisized

While you are waning for your job or environment-pollution

They start another world-wide social revolution

Wasn't `permanent revolution' what you were blamed for

Because you had talked about it and because it knocked at your door

Wasn't it, that it were they to make the pace

By slamming your own door into your very face ?

They who are the same as ever

Indeed at least have become very clever

For the urge of 'permanent change' it is you who is to blame

And this way indeed everything will stay the same:

You'll stay down there and they'll stay way-up high

And 'permanent c h a n g e' (!) will go their way

And should you want to participate for your own

They wane that you want to turn everything upside-down

But that is what they did, and if you insist

That the state of social order should be what it must

You are suspected to want to make a 'revolution'

And you are sentenced to prison or outsider's isolation

Although everything changes,nothing must change

Except anything beyond your decision's own range

And indeed, even through permanent revolution

There is nothing beyond the means - not man ! - in evolution

Everything changes, everything is still as ever

The violent rule, the wise will rule never

And should you ever want to jump the fence

You must turn to violence - and then that's COINCIDENCE !

You better stay where you are kid, and mind not a frown

All you could at best do is turning things upside-down

W e #have# tried it, and you should from the example, see

That all it causes - as usual - is endless enmity...

But i f you tried, at your risk - and you finally would succeed

(And if you are not - as the result - simply gone and dead)

You didn't change anything but being instead up-upon

And - everything else so far unchanged - the others are down !

Everything changes, nothing will ever change

Be it within or without your decision's range

It might sound odd and desperate and strange

Everything seems to change, but nothing does change ! -

Say where have you gone, you daughters and sons

Of all the upright and impressing US-Americans

To live next to my door and who are still on my mind

Did you all perish, die, forget it or just resign ?

There never was a decision so easy to be made

Wether it should be your or even only my neighbor's side

And I did not need anything like 'Theory of Truth through Consense'

It was far beyond Persuasion or Decision: Coincidence !

It is impossible that so much of you should be in my head

And you own not even the slightest impression to be remembered

Why do you all remain in silence, has none of you come through

To be powerful enough to work on our experience to come true ?

Even my elder sister has vanished among millions two-hundred

Both of them nearly quicker divorced than they were married

Did you all reach to the sky (thanks Leo) just to surrender

Only contributing more Jewish, black or red-haired outcasts to my gender ?

Not to be misunderstood: I do not complain -

Instead asking myself if you accept to live in vain ? -

While I have listened to you, maybe sometimes as your 'fan'

For thirty years or more and not only on Radio-AFN

I always tried to hold the grip for good

And not to loose you as my mental neighborhood

Should'nt we be able to stir the ship of our own

And not to withdraw at our common enemies frown ?

It can't be true that you all do have given up

And let a bunch of ignorants stir the ship

Come on, you too must be grown-ups at last

Let's head for the captain's and officer's cabins, fast

I certainly do imagine where you are

It is nothing to be spoken out right here

But since you are the children of the former crew

The turn at last must be, if not for me, then for you to rule

I spent more than thirty years to meditate on the information

I thought for years again about my contribution

About how finally to come through and to communicate

That I'm grateful about your parents getting rid of that shit

And now you are gone, it seems that you have already died

I am afraid it is too late since we were so much afraid

Of each other and did try to compensate lack of patience

By enforcing ourself to alienate from experience's evidence

Of finding ourselves in one playground and community

Not being bothered by the adult people's enmity

Should it really turn out to slam the door of the trap

Knocking us mentally down instead of raising us up ?

I did long be angry about that you didn't have the nerve

To go on and finish it: you didn't hang enough !

The seed you left again 'a la mode' has spread

Wipe them out and do not hesitate

I am ready to be the observer of the scenery

And to guide the direction and distance of your artillery

And when finally there won't be any sign to be communicated

You at least could be sure that you had thoroughly hit

It seems that you could not be consequent

At those points where your best inheritage is meant

And in turn you showed the world the face

Of Giant Hamlet stumbling numb over peasant's acres...

I did study most of the signs and notes to be left

By the slandered, and later slain and bereft

And I hardly can express the experience of light

When the evidences' shock turned my mind downward-upside

Still I can hear everybody even in the nearest neighborhood

Say: this 'abyss of culture' and 'the jews' cannot be understood

That not empathy nor kinship nor reason nor strive

Is able into that black-hole to dive...

And then to come back, to bring it to the point

Of no return to collective consense, joint

To steadfast conviction that only the tone

Makes the music of Fuhrer's rhetorics long gone

As you, yet coming back, can clearly see:

They swear upon the scientific evidence of phenomenology

Not remembering that the one to develop it to be true

Was still one of the slain and bereft and another 'Jew'

Four races and three religions world-wide outspread

Are meddling in my family and I have been practically taught -

Four nationalities and five languages meeting you can see

And I should think about the problem of hostility !

Now to lead with regard to such complex circumstance

Does evidently explain the necessity of long-range plans

To be careful about the broadcasting and the mediation

Not to sow a breeze and earn a hurricane or a cyclone

But to distribute meaning anew might not be sufficient

Because hunger's and deprivation's causes are evident

Things chance, and it would be good to distribute

Income and work to the deprived, and speech to the mute

Give light to the blind and dignity to the bereft

Aid to the lame and for the helpless even a gift

Knowledge to the people and for the learning books

And The Law for the evil and - 'The Bomb' - for the crooks !

'The Law' ist not to be regarded as being completely opposite

To the loving son mirroring The dethroned Creator-God

And but without sense there can no reason be made out

That a competition-game between them could really be played

One of those remembered of from David, Goliath and Shaul

Or should it be Jesus and Stephanus against Peter and Paul ?

Who's successors claim the inheritage of a Second-Hand-Creation

Trough Father's suppression and even assassination ?

Peace is not the opposite of manliness and vigour

In turn it shan't be won by The Fuhrer or The Sieger

And if you want to compare mankind with the tennis-player

It would be rather to keep the ball in the field and in the air...

None of the technicians would ever regard it to be the same

To built a communication-machine with a competition-design

Where the results could be only made or had

If one information fights the other to dead

But as soon as it is some kind of 'social' organization

There is nothing else but lethal competition

And organization makes the frame and means for junction

To destroy one unit through the others function

I am sure there's gonna be a terrible selection

To render The Idea Of Mankind to be an idiotic fiction

And you can do nothing within the biological race

But to loose and die - or to make the pace

Imagine to build up an artificial perceptron

Consisting of a group of locals and a head-demon

Each one at the frontier collecting it's information

Delivering it trough to make up a systematic recollection

Which, perceived and weighted by the central demon's head

Provides the system's basis for decision to be made

Every information marked with a sign upon

To sincerely identify it's origin

One end to be called the limbs and an eye's retina

In between the Central Processing Unit of a Computer

And the other end being head and brains

Of something to be called The Central Intelligence

And eyes and stations for local work

To be distributed all around a world

Connected with a distant decision-frame

To contribute to a global design

Imagine it even to be only a machine

Construed and maintained by human being

If it would be granted to be able to save them all

Whether to realize it there could be no doubt at all !

There is indeed one problem of Computer Re-Creations:

Provided you can make sure for correct informations

You still cannot automatically assert about it's vital weight

Because: "There can be no sight without insight" !

As far as we are up here upon the surface of this globe

We ourselves might be nearly all reason for man's despair or hope

And without importance of colour, culture, language or nation

Our common task should be to maintain contiuous Re-Creation

And it would not to the least diminish our merit

If God had begifted us with what He already had created

To make a survey of our condition, mandate and means

And continue, in His intention, Her and Our Re-Creations

To prevent you from taking the common-sense association

As being somebody's thoughtfully made-up justification:

That is not to be committed to dreamer's fancies for harmony

If you will not learn you will be taught, by necessity !

Wandering about your dream's and your vanity's fair

With a flash I am looking through you down to your 'hardware'

And it is experience and concept that convinces me of

That beyond your hard- and soft-ware you are rather a-morph

With special regard to computer-world's neo-mythy

Some of the claims for scientifical approaches are vanity

And from experience of my own I'm convinced - for instance - of

That The Great Dictator and & Co. could be working for Nixdorf

They seem to be to the utmost equipped with all kinds of knowledge

But if you know and you are able to take a look over the fence and hedge

You'll find easily that even this claim is pretention and vanity

They do not even know how to spell 'eromai' or 'tithemi'

With regard to 'artificial intelligence' and 'sentence-generation'

If you get too close to them you are informed with the special sensation

That their intelligent programs will only be interested in

How much you are able to spent and how much you gain

The clever machine will ask you if you rather would be found

To be in possession of one or two months' salaries' amount

And the ultimate interest in your existence will be unfold

When need for or possession of a Sparbuch is what you are asked or told

Now the program is rather independent of any kind of meaning

Serving the parrots as well as the greedy's dreaming

And 'strategy' and 'tactics' are the mainly-used terms

To trace your unconscious motives down to your life's germs

The name of the program is 'Nuggets', you are told

What else should they go down for but your own claims' gold

And the myths of Science and Research and Technology

As the means to get there they turn to be tactics and strategy

Communication, in this sense, does have but only one aim

To replace you as the 'partner' from your own possessions' claim

To get there they claim to have learned all about Chomsky and Whorf

Andre heading for the 'user-surface' to appear to be 'trans-morph'

Beyond strategy and tactic's name, and the formal code

They appear to install a 'surface' in the 'user-mode'

And the 'trace-function' of the 'sentence-generation-process'

Is only to grow fat and bigger through financial-success

In-between this kind of strategic calculation of business-chess

You will be hardly more than the stepping-stone to success

You are wanted !, indeed, for making increasing cash !

But beyond 'the user', if you want to participate, you're just a trash

Now go ahead and buy this kind of commodity and shit

As the source for the parrot's meaning-generation-outfit

In the meantime I go on to use my very own brain

To proove 'artificial-intelligence' being still a dream insane

As far as you will not be able to reach

Beyond the brain of this artificial intelligence's speech

And beyond it's capability for meaning-creation

You will not be ahead but just bound to arrive at a lost station

You were lead around in a business waste and into sorta black-holes

And the clever strategy is to uproot and misplace the sign-poles

By a desert-bandits' clever tactic's suggestion

To provide for your thoroughly managed - digestion !

So - if you try to start now to break into social sciences

Making it another playground for your clever business

Be sure to meet me on my very own ground

And that you will be surly to misery bound

There are concepts you will be never able to tell

And your programmer and your strategy or tactics 'll fail

But remember that I did offer you to read an open hand

Before your kingdom will be vanished into the sand

This is no spirit of your own kind

And to break into it's very own realm

Might bring you quickly to the point

To shrink to read your own hand's palm

You might try and fall back to the Education-system

But to recruit the needs you're in it will be in vain

It was you all to try to destroy and to vaporize

Each and every mushroom there to try to grow in size

For more than twenty years it was your Paranoia

To try to control down to death all of spirit and idea

And you were very well accompanied by it's personnel at hand

To hold down for it's own sake all spiritual development

Indeed, you almost, but only nearly, overcame

To sentence the spirit of communication to go insane

But the harder they come and the higher they rise

The deeper they fall and finally shrink in size

Indeed, at least I know it is far too late

And I don't really like to be reminded of all the dreams I once had

Because they haunt me with the idea if it could be

That I live within a nightmare of insanity

It turns true relations upside-down

Most of my life I was just a clown

Clinging to memories of love and aid

For my dead brother and maybe my nurse-maid

But I am but another superfluous groom

Of eight billion fruits just another mushroom

Worthless, as I can see dayin-dayout

Lord, take me home and wipe me out

That is, the one that cannot be longer used

That is, the one who has long since been exhausted

Having learned everything correct and bought all the books

Of the leading politics- education- and humanity-crooks

Those that were successfully prevented to beware

Themselves to make any attempt for social career

Those that willingly and freely disposed themselves

To be the sheep to feed the social- and culture-wolves

Those that only eat and cannot be of any use

The starving millions in the 'developing' countries

Those uncounted to demonstrate the most

The similarity of mankind with it's waste

The old, the sick, the lame and the blind

And any other shit of an akin kind

Take all those who just lay and stand in the way

And let only the strongest winners stay

Provide for a profound selection

Help mankind re-up now for a new erection

If you want the individual's worth again to rise

To reduce them sternly will be the price

You don't mean, that the minority of the vigilant

Should mainly work for the blind and numb

Or that the diligent labour, strive and think

Only for the lazy to copulate, to eat and drink

That progress will only unfold it's charm

To turn this world into an overcrowded chicken-farm

A nightmare of an exploding population

As result of permanent mass-copulation

Being the begin and only end

Of consummation-advertisement

Without any 'ratio' or consciousness

But rising advantage in business

Go on founding business upon persuation and violence

If there is artificial intelligence, it will finally jump the fence

And the bereft and held-down will at the end make the pace

And they will have become able to win in through your strategies to trace

They who have learned from your tactics of success

Will be selected by a random-evolution-process

And however you might try to control the processes' frame

You can never tell who will finally win the game

To sell efficiently means at once for to provide

Growing average intelligence of people world-wide

And what-else should be even artificial intelligence

But realizing and providing for increasing independence ?

As far as evolution of all mankind is concerned

All intelligence is artificially sowed out and earned

And as for modern technology and it's business-strategy

It will in a short-range time-to-come surly be an epidemy

As far as you are providing for it as for your own success

It's effect will be contrary to the game of chess

The more your success will increase through your own strategy

The more it's results will be increasing independency

So, when you finally did maneuver the king to the place you like

And the nearer you come to your possibility for to strike

And the closer you get to your final success

The surer you will loose this kind of chess

You wouldn't really try to realize at once

To sell to people machinery and artificial intelligence

And through the same means to hold them down to be addicts

Of your clever international salary- and production-politics ?

Go ahead and try, it might be an experiment

I will accompany you in case of an accident

And after your own rules - there is nothing new to be needed

You will succeed, or your bodies provide for the wolves to be feeded

Your only chance for to win the game is, honey

To take a fast grip for the cash and for the money

And to be ahead of the wolves and their greedy teeth -

To be caught in sleep or leisure will make you bleed

But another chance to win is to provide for to be

Within the process and it's inner meaning or 'morality'

And to cling to the chance and to trust in it's basical sense

To sell, to sow and to spread all kinds of intelligence

If you'll stay upon that track, if you cling to it's sense

There will be no harm to be expected from accelerating intelligence

And neither your efforts will have been in vain

Nor will you have to be anxious to be finally slain

Nobody will overcome His or Her Creation

By arbitrary short-range-interested recombination

There will be the day the bill is finally presented

And all problems of Second-Hand-Creators will be ended

Imagine to be a crowd or a troop of hunting beast

And Nature just the deer to being slain, eaten and digested

You will finally die of your surrounding's pollution

Drowning in your own shit and starve of indigestion

Or maybe a bunch of virus to be you'd rather like to imagine

A louse or mite crowding the surface of a huge organism

Intelligently and smart maintaining your own mass-reproduction

By attacking and destroying it's skin or immune-system ?

And when you busily reached your Final Goal

And there is no further Basis being destroyable

And you've eaten up your ship and covered everything with shit

Your host will give-up live and you'll be rotten in the mud

But if it is a chicken-farm, and overcrowded

Then a slaughter-house is what-for must be provided

To be the temple and the final station

For mankind's ultimate emancipation

It needs a butcher, not a shepherd

It needs less living and more dead

And we maybe can only be released

If we agree that God appears to be double-faced

Go on and proclaim that about 'Nature's Resurrection'

To dream is a 'typical delusion of Romantic (or worse) Re-Action'

While you are convinced that sober, calm or dreary Pragmatism

Will preserve the future if only of Scientific Industrialism

Nature, whatever your Master-Minds will claim

Is A System-In-Itself, playing it's very own game

And your tiny game after your rules therein-between

Can either insist to destroy itself or else fit in

As far as Nature is reality

There's nothing like the idea of harmony

And every idea of man and every -ism

Nothing but an ephemeral product of an organism

To reproduce to overcrowd a haunted scene

With interacting energies of a wishing-machine

Moved blindly by sex, hunger, greed and violence

Without any other further reason or sense

And one calamity the coming generations - if they are - will have

Might be that responsibility for their problems will be gone into it's grave

But at second sight it seems to be as right

That it is not dead at all: there's not yet been conceit !

But, speaking of sense or responsibility

It's an illusion that it ever was, is or will be

And whatever seems to have looked like it

Was just another disguise for organical greed

I am sure that there is a flashing evidence

That all of mankind's meaning and sense

Is founded in the world's and our own existence

And they are the answers for all our questions

And that means there's no reason for doubt or despair

To keep on going to split every hair into four or more

To shrink into regression clinging to an amulett

And play only one role in one play and to stay to be Hamlet

Now, aw, come on, cheer up and be positive

Your own conscience is what makes you depressive

But there are new generations and you'll soon be gone

Don't spoil their future with your nightmare, they are young

I do remember a children's past-war tale

It is the story of a girls-twin undertaking to heal

The broken bonds between enmity-struck adults

With - for such tales typical - successful results

They meet during vacation, and accidentally

And, being alike, recognize who and what they must be

By changing role, they search the other's home

Acquainted with the other parents' part they do become

The play develops complexity, as it should be

They cling to their wishes, through parents' reality

And since it is a children's tale - as you can see

In the end they live together in harmony

Now this is nothing to be taken seriously

It cannot - or can it ? - be transfered to foreign policy

And especially not to children who in future and past

In despair, could drown all of mankind in a 'Holocaust'...

We could, as long as we are still alive

For instance, in The Moon, put down an epitaph

Upon a tomb for mankind, and as an epitome:

"We were all lost children, a long way from home

All our days we lived in horror and in fear

And because of that we promoted hell over there..." -

And let a sign-post point out to the spot at the horizon

Where a remote new-earth periodically is arising

And when they can be sure that there's nothing left alive

The Silent Alien Intelligence for a visit may fly by

To dwell for a while by our grave, to weep long, and to murmur

And departing forever again, leaving its sword and golden armour...

But in the meantime why don't you let your mind imbue

Into the idea that it is silently watching and listening to you

With patience, compassion, curiosity and care

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