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HumanityBody free but a trapped mind
the deepest pitfall of humankind.
Words coated with sugar but poisonous inside,
as governments fall and rise with the tide.
What once was will always be
the same lock is opened by the same key.
Past and future are reached through one door,
the peaceful unity between rich and poor.
But to confide in truth
is to be shielded by a crumbling roof.
The longer it lasts the more it breaks,
we destroy our shelter at a human pace.
Ein FluesternDer Wind peitscht mir dein Flüstern ins Herz
die leeren Versprechungen, den liebevollen Schwur,
die Strafe für meine Naivität und Treue.
Der Wind weht deinen Namen hinfort,
und du warst nur noch ein Flüstern.
Der SchneesturmIm Schneesturm sitze ich und warte
meine Augen sehen doch mein Herz ist blind
Im Regen sitze ich und warte
Der Schirm schützt meinen Körper doch nicht die Seele
In der Hitze sitze ich und warte
das Wasser rettet mich doch ich verwelke
Im Sturm sitze ich und warte
bis in alle Ewigkeit, ich verharrte.
A forgiving Christmas EveA forgiving Christmas Eve
Darkness embraced the narrow side-lane, and shadows that fled the dim streetlights crept along with the stone walls. It was incredibly cold and the wind mercilessly roared across the city. Yet, despite the harsh weather and devouring darkness, something was moving swiftly through the alleyway. It appeared to be a stray cat, trying to find shelter from the cold snow, but she was in company of a little boy, not older than eight years perhaps, who was covered in a thick and long coat. He was clearly in a hurry, for he did not even stop to catch his breath. Clutching a crumpled note in his hands, he stopped abruptly at a wooden door that had been patched multiple times. Hesitantly, he knocked two times and waited impatiently, stepping from one foot to the other. After a while, a woman opened, her face full of worries. But as soon as she saw the boy, she broke into the slightest smile.
"Good evening, dear. My husband told me that you would come, I shall go and fetc
VerwirrungAuch nur ein Flüstern von dir hält mich wach,
erhellt mein Dunkel wie eine Kerze im Mondschein.
Doch der Gedanke an deinen Namen allein,
lässt mich einsam in Unwissenheit.
Ist es wirklich Liebe oder bloß ein eingebildeter Schrei
nach Wärme und dem Strahlen deines perfekten Lächelns?
Das Verlangen nach deinen Lippen lässt mich zittern,
der Wunsch nach deiner Liebe verflucht mich.
Ein Tanz unter klarem Nachthimmel,
Hand in Hand und Herz in Herz.
Dein Atem lässt mich erstarren, deine Zärtlichkeit zerstört mich.
Jedoch bin ich so sicher,
dass dies nicht Liebe ist.
Love's graceI want to watch the night turn light blue
but only together with you.
I'd like to see the stars shine bright
but only if you hold me tight.
I painted the clouds a bright pink,
while doing so I did not think.
It seemed natural and supposed to be,
like the love between you and me.
I watched the rainbow turn from violet to red,
thinking how few tears I had shed.
Since I felt your warm embrace,
I know I had found love's grace.
An author's denialThe page is turned, the others burn
in a flame of words carelessly unleashed,
from what lingers inside a twisted turn,
in an evil mind of a writer sieged.
Remains of stories whisper through the wind,
pleading for forgiveness and revival,
they want to live again even though they sinned,
and are guilty of causing an author's denial.
What now only remains is the ink,
that will renew old memories
a lot sooner than one might think,
but it will heal, and it will ease.
Dreams are lost between the lines,
as the call to write, I decline.
A silent prayIf I cannot let go of you today,
will you hold me tomorrow
or will I be caught in a silent pray
as a rescue from the sorrow?
A silent night as a tribute for my tears
is nothing I would ever give
but a shout of hatred, so fierce
I have lost my wish to live.
But the darkest sides of fear
and the deepest of all hates,
show themselves most clear,
when people slowly suffocate.
A love for you would always last,
as soon as you forget what has passed.
Key to your heartYou burn the horizon
and see the light turn to smoke
yet you wonder
why your breath drifts away
watch the light break through the water's surface
catch the lies when they fly away
little miss perfect
your heart is burnt each day
the clouds are out of reach
where the key hides to your heart
please don't leave it to die
the crack in your soul
feeds from the hate you give
be joyful me child
your pain will fade away
is what now remains
after love and sorrow
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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