Flickering light
burning bright
yet fluttering in the wind
Welcoming doors
cleansing my sores
relinquish all I’ve sinned
Darkening night
seizing my sight
denying a glimpse
of the moon
Neverending game
blow out the flame
for I am coming soon. 1 week ago
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A soul too old for it’s case,
Eyes look, ears listen,
none are seen or heard,
they are there in spirit. 2 months ago
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2012.11.11. (“Change of Heart”)
„Come and play with Me behind the clouds“
He said me but I stayed –
need finish my sleepwalkings.
And all the Monsters?
Who will fight them if I go?
But the Rain – that RAIN –
it keeps remembering:
Divine invitation is there –
If only I want – „Come and play“ –
And I will come, will come, I really…
Am coming…
(((and here We play! ! !))) 6 months ago
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in the middle of each raindrop
there is temporary world
in the middle of each sunbeam
there is something to get hold
what if sky will tell all Secrets
you kept hidden in your songs?
in the centre of one Circle
there is someone you could love
under all the circumstances
above all that could be wrong
may the bliss of shining blossoms
tells what history forgot
all verses with same rythm: uu-uuu-uuu-uuu-
(my first English trial 2012,05,17) 11 months ago
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Mrs. Sweet-enough
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
I got your cherry pie
And though your skin is far too tough
I find your heart a lie
And the lions understand their silence, do they?
And the giraffes hold tight to shame, do they?
And the monkey is a fraud we must forget, should I?
And the turtle is the World, upon it a girl
Who I should ask to marry, should I?
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
I’m sour and you’re sweet
But the goings on are gettin’ rough
Though I try to be discreet
And the mob belays their sympathy, do they?
And the holy searchers bleed for Him, do they?
And the tyrant laughs at ignorance, does he?
And the Cannibal feeds the Inner Cannibal
That needlessly represents me!
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
I hope you don’t forget
That I have never ever touched
Your cradle in the bed
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
There’s someone for you to meet
We share between us stranger stuff
Than I want to suit my needs
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough
Hey there Mrs. Sweet-enough 11 months ago
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A fountain of forgiveness ensued from His awakened words
“Thou hast I”
The most beautiful phrase I had ever heard
And some nights I ponder the selflessness of my virtue
All things dead
Are encased in the dreary ground beneath You
The weary widow’s on the dock
Looking at her handheld clock
She doesn’t know she’s a widow yet
She’s never worn a black dress
I wander along the endless chasm of charm and enchantment
This transparent void, such a subtle enhancement
You have a way with Words
That I could never hope to surpass 11 months ago
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Cruisin’ with the wind in my air
The laughing lad knows I’m not yet there
Drain a little bit more of empathy
And trade it for pure misery
Cruisin’ without any regrets
No gambling sums or slum-bed debts
Take your utensils firm in hand
And cut a fine line in the sand
It’s just sand to our eyes
And we’re wearing shades 12 months ago
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Is anyone else possessed with the impulse to write poetry…...about anything and everything? 12 months ago
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What is it to feel?
to let down your guard…
Acceptance of what’s real
immitations to discard
Requirements of change
farewell to all you know
Expanding ones range
to the moment of letting go
No longer lethargic reactions
complacent glances or stares
Revealing the slightest fraction
of a heart that’s cold and bare
Indifferent towards the pain
denying potential emotion
Always remain constrained
by the flood of this ocean. 12 months ago
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