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Connections
I taste the scent of salt.
Itīs not the sea
It is my tears.
The sea - Place of originality,
of endlessness
A place that never changes.
My tears - Sign of loneliness
of longing
and the helplessness of my love.
My tears fall into the sea -
and the loneliness becomes originally,
the longing remains endless
and my love will never change.
I taste the scent of salt
and I donīt know -
is it my tears
or is it the sea...
Masks
His mask, my Mask
her mask, your mask -
Masks mix dream and reality.
Versions crawling, realisable
I hear his voice,
how he used to speak with me.
his sins, my sensuality,
His pain, your passion -
Masks destroy lies.
Truth will be guided to the light -
I feel my hand,
how it touches your skin.
his lust, my shyness,
her virtue, your vice
masks free chains.
proundness will be broken -
I see her eyes,
how you accompany him with pain.
his sences and my Mind,
Her feelings and your hate -
Some masks reveal lies,
dark light, it doesnīt protect
from truth and reality
it never rises from the dreams.
I taste the scent of your tears,
as you look behind my mask.
I taste the scent of your tears,
It is over.
Feelings
Do you know the feeling to see everying flying pass you?
Do you also know the feeling
That the sky reflects your soul on a clear day?
In the sky after a thunderstorm.
When the sun shines and
the evening moon is to be seen
Do you know that?
Do you know the feeling,
that a person confuses your whole life)
Do you also know the feeling,
That everything, that yesterday seemed to be strong and real
today is gone with the wind?
So, like the clouds after a thunderstorm
seem to be forgotten
Do you know that?
Do you know the fear, the fear that is spread all over your body?
Do you also know the feeling that you donīt know anything anymore,
Where you are standing, wether it rains or the blue sky is watching you
Did you have that feeling already?
Yes?
Then you can maybe help me, no?
You can tell me, that you understand me
And that I can trust you!
Trusting! oh how I would like to do that.
but, I cannot even trust myself
If the feelings from this morning could be the ones from yesterday!
I want to know where my place in this world is.
Certainly!
That is everything
The scream of hope
overwhelmimg the crawling of the night
the night isnīt darker than the pain
not everything is black
how can you flee if you donīt know
where the wind brings you to
how can anyone free you
from the walls of pain
would you walk on the water
If we could run away
and would you
would you guide me through the night
and what, if I would give you the key
to the doors of your dreams
and how, if I would show you the way
to the land of your longings
would that be the release
the step back
back to the eternity
Would you walk on the water
if we could run away
and would you
would you guide me through hell
Untiteled
Youīre writing about love
but what you mean is your own importance
You beg for faithfulness
you want what is strange to yourself
They beg for my feelings:
They donīt want to realise what they mean
I want you yourself,
Where are you?
My love
Who can tell me, where the truth comes from,
Where the sence of life is hidden?
Where the reality shows madness
There, where the day dies
As the night began and didnīt want to end
Give me a chance
But, I donīt want into the light anymore, never again
here, where I dream I see the shadow of my grave,
the belief in darkness
A relief into the nothing
What shall I do?
If I run to you I will pull you down
to the endless pain and sadness
of a singel laughter
I die myself away
so, it must feel to levitate in the fog and every second
to disappear more and more
Butis my one and only truth the darkness of love,
the only love,
the love to you
difficult, dark, sad, true and because of that
incredible beautiful
Untiteled
My Soul
A handful of ashes
In the fire of your fears
burned.
not your passion
crossed dreams
witnesses of my love
lifeless and dumb
imprisoned in everlasting darkness
a silent scream
deeply hits my heart
colours the blood of the wounds
my hope
black
and falls the last leaf
of the worls rose
so the last dream
will end
Coldness
The world,
What has happened to it?
there, where once was the garden Eden,
now it gets the breath of death,
Hints from the last fight
in the sand
the humans
what happened to them?
soulless and stupid,
they walk straight, the view to the ground
They donīt turn around
like once, the mercy brothers
not anymore
loving your next?
these words donīt exist anymore
the hearts became
stoned and empty
And finally, A Poem from My best friend BIRGIT:
I go my way - very mute,
not to the left nor to the right
My view to the ground...
...alone, holding myself.
But Iīm not alone -
I have made up the beast
that should protect me,
that should prevent me from the pain of the world.
Itīs always there, where I donīt look at,
so that I only can feel itīs presents.
It always embraces me,
it surrounds me.
It makes sure nobody sees me,
nobody hurts me.
Nobody sees me crying...
...nobody hears me when I scream.
The beast covers my eyes
It doesnīt tell me where I go to,
but well, I know it...
...I go the narrow path of sleep.
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