Poems

Seven Days Of Falling

30 March, 2013

Headphones LED, blinking blue Reflecting on the screen Like a life support system Telling me that I am still alive Motionless, the green round chat symbol Online. No 1 or 2 or 3 Nothing I look, hope still there, though I know it never will be No Hi, no smiley, no whisper of life The other life, forever dead Like me Empty Killed Down Even though I smile Head, soul, winter iced Tired, but not wanting to sleep Another wanting, deep down, deep deep down The love that is, the love that was Sad, grey, dark mist, swirling below

Just Sitting Here

20 March, 2013

Just sitting here I’m just sitting here I’m just waiting here for you my love and the love, which I have for you is still waiting here for you to have Ripping me It’s been ripping me tearing me right through the heart and the love, which I have for you is just tearing me right through the heart I’ve written some things which are hard to believe Done stupid things which are hard to conceive The stuff I have written has gone ov’r the top I’ve screwed it, mucked it, ball’s it, mega flop but one thing is certain, thats changing over lives ‘tis the power, the spirit, the love, which we have so stop a moment, and think of this shit, give us a chance, make us a hit

For What I Am

14 February, 2013

Morning cold dampness, lying low over frozen soil Mother earth still, quiet in the icy clamb of winters claws the second month, when dark spirits are fought and scared with wooden masks this day, special, the day of Pan kissing sweetly his flute, calling for love to kindle the fires of fertility and nature, to arise from her drunken sleep to airbrush the bleak canvas with fragranced hues The whisper of time, blowing through the trees it touched your soul and my heart you, so gentle, fragile, and yet so strong you think you are not known but your spirit went in front for I knew you before I knew me for both we stood, in some time past the shallow pasture stream, softly flowing around our limbs, though our limbs and subtle, although sharp as a hunter’s knife and blunt as a caveman’s axe carving it’s way through my weathered bracken

I'm such A Fool

14 February, 2013

I have to admit, I’m such a fool didn’t have a rose, chocolates, not “cool” I’d forgotten the day, so special in year so I wrote this poem, for you, my dear Your name, so short, it fits the day the day when roses are on display but today was different, it was a story that took our hearts, in all it’s glory “La Eterna Noche de las Doce Lunas” at this years Berlinale, Yep, “Sowas!

If You, Without A Word

1 February, 2013

If you, without a word You simply ever need Some thing special still there Your body knows within A hug for the quiet To keep the noise outside An arm for strength, to hold To help you on your way Time to rest ‘neath the sky To watch the clouds sail by A shelter when its dark A light to shine the way A chest for warmth and love A shoulder for a tear

Small You Tumble Along

14 January, 2013

Small, you tumble, along, Small, swaying, from side to side Small, trousers wide, low, hanging Small, hidden, behind glasses, thick Small, like a boy Hiding, your form, the sensual Hiding, your face, the beauty Hiding, your world, from them Hiding, your life, from yourself Hiding Playing, with life, patching it Playing, with life, changing its form Playing, with life, in diverse ways Playing, with life, scared Playing You, from Iberian half island You, from artists foundry You, from Eva’s fold You, from pain scared You

Bonding

23 December, 2012

I saw, I felt, I new Worried, to miss the chance The chance, to connect To miss, the one chance That, once in a lifetime Chance Standing, wanting to help Inept I, like a sack of potatoes Unhelpful, but wanting And then you fell Feet banging, on chair Naturalness You first, looking up I, half on side, then, half on top So near, yet far You, directing, get closer The energies flowing Difficult

Waiting For That Sign

23 December, 2012

With a hither And a dither I run a’round And I do my things Like a mouse, no sound Then I’m get’ing Can’t forget’ing The thought of you Pop’ing in my mind Love’ly, pure and true Cute a wink’ing, And a joke’ing A “weisst du” poke Makes me smile and laugh Rumbling in my heart Like a salmon Out of water Gaspin’ for some air Hopein’ for a ring You, soft ‘n fair

Wishing All The Best

10 November, 2012

Wish you … Time to build a homely nest Time to dream Time to plan Time to let the little-girl-within play Time to do that what you have always wanted to do Wish you … Fun with your job Fun with your projects Fun with your friends Fun to do “silly” things which are important for you Wish you a … Partner, that gives you space to breath Partner, that will support your dreams Partner, that will understand when you say No Partner, that will let you go, when you have to go

Just Don't Know How

15 October, 2012

The rush of joy in the stomach, in the arms unexpected, being rolled over, taken by surprise yes, pure joy, could leap in the air like a kid with his first bicycle, or Christmas water drops on the outer lids I’m early and I’m happy to be here in a couple of minutes, be meeting them taunt face, trying not to bleed the tears the tears of feelings, strong, what the hell’s going on movement of the head, camouflage for a possible on looker mouth, dry, lips, hard, facial muscles, locked down

Seven Days Of Falling

Just Sitting Here

For What I Am

I'm such A Fool

If You, Without A Word

Small You Tumble Along

Bonding

Waiting For That Sign

Wishing All The Best

Just Don't Know How

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