teenage poetry fragments

THE DOOR IS TURNING AND CLOSES; THE LAZY MAN TWISTS IN HIS DESK CHAIR

(Proverbs 26:14)

I – must learn how to work
Express
my knowledge
get more knowledge
get a visible will

Imagine some teachers
overestimate
the students’ knowledge but
underestimate
their perception!

IQ = ? (hardly matters how much, but interesting)

You! who decide the best of society’s,
invest in IQ,
even the second best,
don’t believe
only in
the chatterboxes.

Is there somebody to trust
in – no – My estimation
is low of most of them
no help to trust in
No models.

and you mustn’t deviate from
school and students
you could be marked as
good-for-nothing.

And now, do not
burden the friends
with your problems,
they can’t do a thing
for you, they just will be
destroyed for you
and leave like in
consideration.

[—]

What’s wrong in
what I do these days?
Many good ideas have I, becomes
nothingness,
retarded,
because my foundations
were poor…

Parents today
wanting children to have better lives,
more matter,
more nice things but filthy food and
nothing more is given
Poor children

[—]

We, modern youth,
being raised on
neurosedyne and donald duck,
in the genes
their chauvinist dwarfness
blooms
in earth’s last flower,
the broken bud of the heart
thriving in the fat earth of city parks

[—]

The mental climate is cold. People
confused careful giggling
about the NEW
(they think)
like that were inventions by the
young

Everything is repeated,
or left, or living on
Nobody notices it.
We know too little about what is already
done, what was taught before
and also
today, or why so was
necessary
We don’t even know what is
needed,
from school today, to our living.

I am more stupid than
I wish
People generally think
too little, too seldom or too small.

[—]

Listen to the heart
sound, there beats
Strained happiness
and (poisoned)

[—]

Most important: that my
Friendships
are not plagued

[—]

No help for me
nobody helps you
say Help! even.

life more beautiful than
you think
I more tired than
to hell
take it easy

Why am I sad,
why you see
where those who can
act re it

[—]

And: You miss my laugh?
you are worried?
compassion surely does not
lead to passion

The present is nothing like before
I am far taller
away
than that but
Rather
clear-sighted and
ill
than acceptable in
spite of a sick routine.

(MaLj, 1977-78)