
I follow you where ever you go
in wet and dry it is us two
all the worlds colours may fade
for each other we are made
We are all same same but different, ha de Gött!


I follow you where ever you go
in wet and dry it is us two
all the worlds colours may fade
for each other we are made
We are all same same but different, ha de Gött!


I’m on track
but I newer know
if it is the right
Am I in control
to switch over
to be left or right
Don’t like where the train’s going, take the bus. Ha de Gött!


Wait in vain at the baggage claim.
Standing there looking at the suitcases
traveling the forth or fifth round on the conveyor
bound for somewhere else
slowly realizing that in some other airport
far away, there is another poor soul
with the same empty distrusting face
looking at the conveyor in despair
realizing that the underwear
has to be worn inside out tomorrow.
Don’t you hate when this happens, ha de Gött!


the stairway to heaven
a hell to climb
when you reach the top
you’re out of breath
Don’t rush it, you’ll get there. Ha de Gött!





we all know it to be true
colour of winter is blue
spring by most is seen
a cascade of budding green
yellow is the sun rays honours
summer abundance of light hours
grey is the shade of fall
loved by some, but not all
Enjoy the seasons changes, ha de Gött!


much they love the water, depend on it
the river flows and with every flood
carves a piece from the river bank
and soon fall into each other as one
If you lean to hard you’ll fall, ha de Gött!


wind and water cascade
got the colours to fade
in grey beautifully made
All is needed in the spectrum, ha de Gött!


I wish I could
make new pictures
make new memories
I wish I could
hear a brand new clever pun
hear a loud laughter anew
I wish I could
see fingers over ebony and ivory
see fingers over guitar frets
I wish I could
turn time right back
turn things on track
I wish I could
To my youngest son. He should have turned 24 today. Forever missed.


room with a view
windowless and not new
dry grass and pointy sticks
all there is to offer my chicks
placed it safe on a shelf
homemade all by myself
on a welcome I could rely
till the day you learned to fly
Time fly, tomorrow is just now. Ha de Gött!


childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!