Between the lines

29 03 2018

Lost so deep between the lines,

Far too smart for implications,

For unwise insinuations

Far too earnest, far too fine.

 

Lines with lead still feel so light,

Following your shapes. No touching.

Modest, decent. Am I blushing? –

When the lines collide…

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Unreachable height

15 03 2018

Unreacheable height

Mountains reaching the clouds

Ever so close sky?

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If I can trust

26 02 2018

I do can push you off the way.

You know not what I am:

I can be strong, I break the walls

if needed

with my head and will,

I could eat nails and broken glass.

I can command.

Eye-lashes. Leather lashes.

I scare you off,

Don´t touch me,

Don´t come closer! Run away! I´m hazardous! Keep out!

 

Yet if you stay and wait,

Not driven out by the storm of furious angst inside me,

If you keep quiet, till the blizzard´s over.

The roaring sea subsides,

The shore is calming,

I´m not afraid of you,

You can come in.

Look! I can show you what I have:

Those little joyful shiny things,

The sparkles of the morning sun,

So irresistible and calling

Across the meek and peaceful water.

 

If I can trust,

Oh! What a blissful pleasure to be simply me,

To sail away, so uncorrupt and free,

To be and to belong,

To be so wisely stupid.

If only I could learn to trust…





Kraken

8 02 2018

Below the thunders of the peaceless mind,

Deep in the abyss, speechless and devoid of light,

Away from reason, undisturbed by thought,

There sleeps the Kraken of my troubled heart.

 

Unnumbered hordes of thoughts, so fair and neat

Pass by its silent numbness, shadowlike.

The faintest glimpse of Common Sense collides

Upon its deafening quietness and rhythm.

 

There have they lain and there shall they remain:

The never spoken truths between the lines,

Ink blotches of Irrelevance in my white lies.

Crushed over the threshold of my beautiful mind.





Human

27 11 2017

Take it out, this human heart! –

Acid running through the veins,

Word by word, each slamming hard –

Soar and puzzled, it beats in vain.

 

Turn them off, these grips of pain.

Prey to nauseating reason.

Shush you heart and use your brain.

Peace and comfort? No one needs them.





Split

20 11 2017

Waltzing on the weightless ice,

Racing rage of rumbling reason:

Shingles sharp and thought concise,

Hazy thirst that can´t be seasoned.

 

Fever of the restless mind,

Wild, unchained, it raids ashore,

Whilst this quiet child inside

`s seeking for an exit door.

 

Singing gospels, see! – she flees:

Joyfully escapes her prison,

Blissful smile across her lips,

Barefoot, numb, yet finally peaceful.

 





Sommer in der Stadt

19 10 2017

Sommer in der Stadt:

Zucker, Benzin und Parfüm in der zitternden Luft,

Der Gehsteig glüht vor Hitze.

Eine junge Frau im samtenen Kleid –

eine fließende Kurve zum Staunen.

Ein Kind blickt mich an

durch die Lokalvitrine,

nachdenklich und naiv, so unbekümmert rein –

Ein kleiner Weiser! –

Und ich muss lächeln…

 

Bewegung überall: ein Werktag,

hin und her und wieder zurück,

den Geschäften nach,

Alles bebt

Und fließt

Und atmet

Frei…

So schön ist das!

Ich bin am Leben!

Das Herz schlägt – ich schlage noch! –

Verliebt in diese Stadt:

Wo waren doch meine Augen früher?