Poems

The Māorist

18 September, 2012

The Māorist pauses, contemplates The building, empty, near bomb blasted, Glassless, eyeless, majestic Germanic brickwork, soviet design Stretching far, on grounds, granit stoned, loveingly laid, for russian cans of death, tracks of steel The Māorist, plastic bagged weapons, in hand, walks Quiet, alone, Hissing of sommer cars, everywhere The concrete steps, bushes overgrown, Trees, in roof, lost from earth The Māorist going further, up steps, climbing Glass splitters, under rubber, crackling, Sound sharp, splitting crisp iced snow, Doors, half hanging, other trodden on floor Strength long lost Feeling of sadness, emptyness Longing, strong, for livelier days

The Closing

12 September, 2012

There leather covered, heavy, richly embroidered, pergament, hand finely pressed, embossed, yin und yang, near new, print still damp, sketches of life, passion, thoughts, emotions, strength Lying there the Book of Life, one of a kind. Parchment that magically fills. For bedtimes, in-between, to read aloud, for laughs, for damp days, watching, hung branches, crystal dew, dropping slowly, or t-shirted evenings, air, sweet pollen heavy, on river banks, sitting quiet, by moonlight, in the wild, as pillow, softly dream feathered or as a close friend, when turmoiled or lost

The Cold

11 September, 2012

In sight, it comes, optics, no difference, perfect, functional, this time different? A Clone Nearing, the body moves, eyes vacant, empty face, black hole, missing spirit, I feel, but find nothing. A Void Near, no sound, no nod, no nick, eyes distant bound, touchless, human? - resonance, null, ghost like, Am I here, or dreaming. Ice Inline, feeling, searching, energy sensors, 100%, on, tracking, no inkling, zero, shields up on all fronts.

Want To Be Clear

2 September, 2012

want to read, don’t want to read want to speak, don’t want to speak want to trust, don’t want to trust want to believe, don’t want to believe want to leave, don’t want to leave want to love, don’t want to love want to feel, don’t want to feel want to be touched, don’t want to be touched just want to be clear to live, in harmony

Bar Spirit

28 August, 2012

Quiet, empty, cold, minimal The plain bar, wooden Industrious Eve’s, shifting space Bauhaus driven, Gestalten Pregnant, the event horizon, near Ruffian, part glasses, small, the star Italian ancestors, danger in name Concentrated, reserved, quiet, thinking Sorting, hanging, planning Pony Tail, Swings Outside, lonely street, short Sprayed walls, gloomy looking to opposite emptiness The park, quiet, lonely, fades grey on the door step Absorbing, dampening, the dance of tones, from open door

How Do You Feel

28 August, 2012

“How do you feel?” She asked “Okay” I said, smiling “Is that all?” she retorted wanting to be told something like: “I feel elevated with you” “My heart flutters near you” “I feel free like a bird with you” “My heart is floating on a white cloud of pure bliss” …Or some other bumpf “Dunno” I replied I didn’t look, I didn’t dare to look dare to look down, deep inside down, deep inside, to see, the grey fog to see, the grey fog, covering the pit covering the pit, of ages the pit of ages, covered with a reinforced concrete lid a reinforced concrete lid, like those of the underground missile silos those of the underground missile silos, three metre thick a three metre thick lid, on that pit on that pit, ready to be taken off to be taken off, to see the those things to see the those things, of feelings, of a life time, of feelings, of a life time, writhing, around, writhing, around, to get out to get out, to be free to be free, to be felt, to be cared for to be felt, to be cared for, to be washed, to be washed of the pain to be washed of the pain, in rainbows to be washed of the pain, in rainbows, and with crystal drops in rainbows, and with crystal drops, of a thousand streams of a thousand streams, of tears a thousand streams of tears, to be washed free to be washed free with tears

Run To Keep Running To Nothing For Peace

27 July, 2012

Run… run from the pictures run from the sound run from the feelings, that incessantly pound run from the parents run from real friends run from the story, none comprehends Run to… run to the chocolate run to the mead run to the gut pain, a warming need run to the limit run to forget run to wash brain cells, and to reset Run to keep… run to keep conscience run to keep free run to keep memories, deep in the sea

Das Korn Der Liebe

25 May, 2012

Korn im Wind der Gefühle klein, unscheinbar getragen von Zeit und Wesen gerieben, ruhend, bedeckt, im höhen Flug vom Staub umhüllt vom Punkt zu Punkt auf den Weg der Unendlichkeit Erwecken, die Gefühle im Dunkeln, ruhe, warm, faseriges Welt der Platz das Ende oder Anfang Zero jetzt ankern, keimen Hülle splittern, stille Kraft entwinden, jetzt - oder nie Umwege, Gefühle durchschreiten wachsen, weiter Reck zur Freiheit, zu lieben, zu spuren, zu werden Fühlen die Ströme der erdlichen Liebe am kindelnd Körper klein, schutzbedürftigt, unscheinbar

Sanftes Wesen

12 May, 2012

Oh, du sanftes Wesen, verloren im weiten Land Vom Paradis, auf Erde, Sein, So zart, ein Andesblümchen, rär, So schön, wie Sonne auf Winters Gemut Oh, du sanftes Wesen, verloren im weiten Land Magisch, deine Form, ein Fee entspringt Dein Lächeln - Süss, den Herz verschmilzt Sommersprossen - zum Küssen - eins für jeden warmen Sommertag Oh, du sanftes Wesen, verloren im weiten Land Leise, wie raschelnden Eichenblätter im sommerliche Brise Dein Blick - den Atmen stockt, den Zeit entrinnt Platonisches Welt - Lost in Ewigkeit

To Go With Or Without

14 March, 2012

A fork, life’s path, in front paths, no sign the decision both burdoned companion, heavly burdoned to go together to go separate blind folded or with open eyes

The Māorist

The Closing

The Cold

Want To Be Clear

Bar Spirit

How Do You Feel

Run To Keep Running To Nothing For Peace

Das Korn Der Liebe

Sanftes Wesen

To Go With Or Without

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