Thoughts are flowing through our minds
on a daily basis we encounter problems.
All that troubles us in manifold shapes
is crushing our will to live and strive for more.
Yet we fail to see how unimportant we are
how unimportant all we do really is.
We are but a spark in an endless universe
our existence barely a smudge in time.
Here we’re drowning ourselves in depression
for what we yearn for is what we’ll never have.
You are simply not important,
your life has no effect on the vastness around.
You are a dying shadow, a mote of dust.
There is nothing you could ever do
that would make an actual difference.
Don’t even try to be something
because you simply aren’t.
Face the fact that your death
wouldn’t even ripple in the sea of time.
Death would be an alternative
to the futile life you live -
Though a boring one
I assume.

As many of us do at some point of their lives I recently thought about why we die. I will not argue that human death is caused by the deterioration of the cells in our bodies. However you might want to ask yourself why cells behave this way. There is just no logic behind this. If the human body can grow to its full size then it should be capable of reproducing healthy cells when the height of growth is reached. The facts that we get old and die are proof that there must be a reason. Although not scientific, this is my poetic way of saying we have to die sooner or later:

Born as giants
stuffed with soul and heart.
Every day alive
tears it apart.
If you put your heart and love
into some things that you do
you lose tiny bits of soul
even if the rewards seem few.
Although souls regrow over time
never reach their former magnitude
which leads one to conclude:
Souls are fading over time
but all the tiny bits we give
are moments we like to relive.
They bring happiness to -
and all around us.
Though we can’t live
without our souls and thus,
leave the world
as empty shells -
just a bunch of body cells.
Given every bit away
but – believe me –
it’s okay!

(The title can be seen as a tribute to Supertramp)

No, this ist not some romantic shizzle whizzle. In fact this might not at all be to your liking. What I want is to talk about death. Why? Because death is everywhere even if it doesn’t really exist. Now one might say how can death not exist if there is life. That is exactly the right question. (weiterlesen …)

This world is like a living being
moving, flowing, breathing.
But the world is sick
the organism is infected.
Infected by a disease
spreading along the arteries of life
highly contagious and toxic
deadly to whatever it infects
it kills randomly and efficient.
The world has never seen before
a virus so threatening to life.
But there is hope for it
because neither life nor death
can exist without the other.
So this planet will survive
and arise from its ashes.
Giving birth to a new era
bringing life to a new generation
until the generation turns
against itself again.
We are trapped in this cycle
the endless cycle of life and death.
So our sins shall come back for us at last
and take back what we once took.
As guests of this planet we harvested
the life of this planet itself.
We are a disease to this planet
as such we will wither and rot.
Not only will we – the disease
induce our own genocide
but lead this world to total annihilation
Luckily we won’t have to face this disease
Because the disease is in all of us
a disease called humanity.