Sunday, 11 February 2018

new start

So I have been doing some thinking and
like always I have come to realize that what I really want to do is write.
Drop my thoughts  and comments I feel like deserve my piece of mind.
I am sure it will be provocative to some people and some might hate/diss me
for speaking my mind but I never minded others opinions when it comes to being
myself and I won’t start now.

But if you like what I saying or want my opinion on a certain subject,
leave a comment or send me a message.

Relationship with God

Honestly I’ve been kinda thinking about it for sometime now. I’ve been to different churches mostly african (ghanaian) churches and truth be told I hate what the pastor or priest preaches. One was about women. in a nutshell he said that all women are evil. I won't refer to myself or any other female I know as evil. Another one was about how old women in some families use beads to exhaust the youth of the family members to live long. Another one was talking bad about other religions. I don't understand how some priest, pastors refer to themselves as prophets?!? I don't understand why they preach that people who are doing evil should die, instead of finding the right path and be saved. I don't understand why old traditions should not be held because of a religion (christianity) which was forced on to africans.  I live by treating people the way I want to be treated and try not to judge. And if God really is as merciful as people say I guess he would forgive me for not having a relationship with him due to all these things and probably more.
maybe I should add that I do believe there's something greater than the human being (sad if not). something that made all this possible call it nature or destiny or maybe even god
I also don't understand the speaking in tongues and why some people have to praise god with a megaphone in the middle of the night whiles others try to sleep to get enough rest for the stressful day ahead of them. i think that's kinda selfish. Oh and have services not only on sundays but almost every single day of the week (at least it feels like it) and more than once on a sunday. I mean I don't mind people praising God whenever or wherever they want my problem is that they do it very loud and sometimes  at times when people actually are sleeping. I know that muslims for example pray five times a day and that they are called when prayer time is due but its not as intense as what some churches do and it doesn't last that long. Sorry for this extreme long text, but when I start writing about something I can't stop.

Sorry but there is more 😰. It feels like the request of me giving it a thought has broken a dyke in my head. I think why I cant see myself having a relationship to God is that I don't like and understand how others use/treat/live their relationship to God. Many things are not logic to me and maybe they are not supposed to be. But for me they just have to. I also haven't met someone who I can see as a role model when  it comes to a relationship with God.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Meins

Meins

Mein Lächeln ist erfüllt von glücklichen Gedanken.
Mein Lachen ist erfüllt von Freude.
Meine Aktion ist voller Stolz.
Mein Herz ist erfüllt von Liebe.
Aber trotzdem fühle ich mich manchmal traurig.
Aber trotzdem fühle ich mich manchmal einsam.
Aber trotzdem spüre ich manchmal Wut.
Ich werde keinerlei Schlechtes gegen Gutes eintauschen wollen,
Weil sie mich geformt haben,
machten mich zur starken, unabhängigen Dame,
auf die nur ich alleine stolz sein kann.

Mine

Mine

My smile is filled with happy thoughts
My laugh is filled with joy.
My action is filled with pride.
My heart is filled with love.

But still I feel sad at times
But still I feel lonely at times.
But still I feel anger at times.

I won’t want to trade any of the bads for a good,
Because they have formed me,
made me the strong, independent lady
I alone have to be proud of.

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Optische Täuschung

Optische Täuschung

Ich bin glücklich, ich tanze vor Freude.
Lache, als hätte ich den besten Witz aller Zeiten gehört.
Ich lächle, als wäre ich so geboren.
Aber wenn du genauer hinsiehst.
Wenn du so nah wie möglich kommst, wirst du sehen, dass meine Augen voller Tränen sind.
Tränen, mit denen ich den Kampf meines Lebens führe.
Es ist nichts persönliches.
Es ist, als ob ich den Schmerz von einem und einer Million anderen empfinde.
Ich höre und lese immer wieder, wie die Menschheit so weit gekommen ist.
Aber dann nur ein Kanal, eine Seite, weiter sehe ich die schrecklichen Dinge, die andere durchmachen.
Und es schmerzt. Es schmerzt so sehr, dass ich sowohl äußerlich als auch innerlich weinen konnte.

Optical illusion

Optical illusion

I'm happy, dancing with joy.
Laughing like I've heard the best joke ever told.
I'm smiling as if I was born this way.
But if you take a closer look.
If you come as close as you can, you will see my eyes are filled with tears.
Tears I'm having the battle of my life with.
It's nothing personal.
It's like I feel the pain of one and a million others.
I keep hearing, reading how the human race has come so far.
But then just a channel, a page after I get to know the awful things others are going through.
And it pains. It pains to the extent that I could cry on the outside and in inside at the same time. 

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Eine Widmung 2.0

Eine Widmung 2.0

Der Traum, den ich träume, ist rein und süß.
Der Traum, den ich träume, ist frisch und leicht.

Und ich werde es mit niemandem teilen, nein.
Weil es nur für mich von meiner wunderbaren Phantasie gemacht wurde.
Meine Phantasie, eine Freundin, die mich manchmal in den Wahnsinn treibt.

Sie bringt mich an Orte, die unvorstellbar sind.
Ich könnte physisch hier sein.
aber meine liebe Freundin würde es sich nicht nehmen lassen.
meine Seele und meinen Geist in einen weit entfernten Kosmos zu bringen, den nur sie kennt.

Liebe Phantasie, du bist die Schöpferin meines Jetzt und Nächsten.
Du hast mich sogar dazu gebracht, dir eine Widmung zu schreiben.
Du bist einfach die Beste.
Mein Ein und Alles.