Wisdom of the Tree – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

In my darkest moments
there have been art
People I have never met
has had huge impacts on my life
through their art
My strength and my weakness
is my inner world
I stay in there for too long
and never come out
A seed buried in the earth
will never be called a tree
until it shows itself to the sun
and starts growing its’ first branches
The earth has taught me much
and with every word I write
I rise to the surface and above
just to tell you where I’ve been

by Andreas Blaustein

Nightmares – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

In my dreams I have seen
small puppies with no hind legs
They were just crawling around on the ground
At the end of their tail they had a sharp hook
and they killed each other with it
Blood everywhere, dead puppies everywhere
I didn’t get scared or disgusted
My nightmares doesn’t happen as much in my head
as they happen outside of it

by Andreas Blaustein

I’m A Lizard In Front Of A House Playing Football – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

People are afraid of emotions
I thought that showing emotions and honesty
was something people appreciated
Many times when I’ve been honest with people, they reject me
They want the lie
They want the facade
They want the games
But they say they want the truth
I always try to find truth
but I’ve never been made happier for that

by Andreas Blaustein

Cold Sunset – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I was delivering mail
in the beginning of winter
On this particular day I was delivering to villa houses using a moped
The houses were situated by the shore of a lake
After about seven hours of sorting the letters in the office
and about three hours of delivering in the cold
my beard had frozen to ice and I had a huge headache
Then, finally
I was done delivering the route
Right by the shore, there was a bench
facing the lake
I parked the moped and sat down on the bench
The bench was placed in the middle of a circle of trees
The leaves had already fallen long ago
but the trees had a mystic, ancient beauty to them
I was watching the sun go down
The sky was red and it was slowly going away
The headache was gone
or at least
I didn’t notice it anymore
I didn’t notice anything anymore
I just watched the small waves gently break
against the rocks on the barren shore
The sun went down beyond the edge of the lake
My head was clear and I just breathed
while sitting completely still
like a statue
This
is what I wanted my life to be
Just
Peaceful
Maybe it’s just there
beyond the edge of the lake

by Andreas Blaustein

Debates – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I could sit here and debate with them
I could think of dozens of arguments
but it doesn’t matter if I’m right
People above never listen
They will do their own useless ideas,
or rather, the ideas of the company for which they work
If you work long enough at one place
you and the company are the same
and companies doesn’t see people, only numbers
They would make you work for free
if they could
Never forget that
They overwork you until your performance gets worse
Then they complain that your performance has gotten worse
Then they will ask you why it has gotten worse
Then they ignore your answer
Then they complain some more
I don’t want to debate with them
I want to beat the living fucking shit out of them
but it’s only satisfactory for the moment
I want to make them realize
who the fuck they’ve been talking to this whole time
So when they abuse the petty power they have
I will keep that feeling of injustice,
that deep anger, bitterness, resentment,
and use that energy in a way that actually matters
I’ll get my redemption that way

by Andreas Blaustein

When – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

When the first country becomes inhabitable
When the first city is drowned with all its’ people
When half the world migrates and the other half becomes overpopulated
When winters become summers and summers become hell
When starvation and desperation takes hold
When the first children die from breathing toxic air
When our own species stand before eradication
We will still not change
When the first families of the most powerful politicians dies
We might change

by Andreas Blaustein

First Snow – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I never had you, but I feel like I did
I never had you, but I feel like I lost you
Should have, would have, could have
I’m an alcoholic that never had a drink
But now I’m drunk on regret and self contempt
and the first snow keeps falling
Well, it melts away as soon as it hits the ground
But it might as well not

by Andreas Blaustein

Ideas – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I don’t know you and I don’t love you
What do you like to eat?
What movie do you want to watch while laying on the couch on a Friday night?
Do you even want to stay at home on a Friday night?
Are you energetic and adventurous, or chill and philosophical?
Do you like to fuck fast or slow?
I have no idea of who you are
But I do know you and I do love you
Because I see us taking long walks in the snow
I see us coming home to cuddle under the warmth of the cover
We sleep and fuck and wake up together
We console each other after a horrible day
and we enjoy the good days
But I don’t know you and I don’t love you
I only know and love the idea of you

by Andreas Blaustein

Suggestions – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I love learning
I hate school
Without education
I’ll be stuck at a shit job
until I can make my dreams come true
Making dreams coming true
doesn’t pay rent
Either way I turn
I’ll have to do something that I hate
without knowing why
People have suggestions as to what I should do
as I’m slowly sinking into the mud
It’s not like I have any ideas myself
except to trust myself
but I forgot how

by Andreas Blaustein

Horses – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I read about all those battles
fought between big armies
assembled by the powerful kings
They fought for great lands and riches
I hope they got what they wanted
because many of the horses they rode
died without knowing or understanding what they died for
They were the ones who carried all the armies into blood and violence
but the war stories we tell today
never mention the horses

by Andreas Blaustein