Poesie und Philosophie über den ganz normalen Wahnsinn unseres Lebens. Poetry and philosophy about the everyday madness in our lives.

flora

Dienstag, Juli 14th, 2009

Für Melanie – Ich liebe Dich!

Beautiful rose
the time of your bloom
has reached its crown.
Before soon
the grasp of decay
will reach for you.
Already the petals of your blossom
are abandoning their glorious colors.
Life is fading
from your radiant sight.
Corruption claims
the shining tint.
My flower is wilting
withering away to dust.
Your leaves are rotting slowly
From the tip of each leaf
to the stem, to the roots -
greedily, corroding your delicate features.
In this time my beauty
count on me to water your roots
let me be the soil for your existence.
Because to see you in bright shape again
and to heal you is my wish.
So I yearn to revive
the prime of your life.

“Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut. Das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar” (Der kleine Prinz / Le petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)

question #3

Donnerstag, Februar 12th, 2009

To mend the wounds in this world
is why I’ve been called to this dark place.
Curing peoples hearts and souls
and restore their will to live
give them hope
and reason to go on.
To show them the beauty of live is my fate,
Being able to rescue you from your hell is my faith.
But if I am this healer
then why does it hurt so much.
Why is it that I can heal others
but not myself.

entropy

Freitag, Mai 27th, 2005

Once in a lifetime
i thought it could come true
the one great love
between me and you

you’ve been my guidance in the dark
you’ve been my shepherd in the valley
you’ve been my eyesight when everything else blurred

It was you who swayed my dream
turning out to be no more than steam
And now I know it couldn’t be
the one thing about you and me
You were ev’rything for me
can’t you see?
you took away too much of me

All my hopes are lost
All my will is gone
All my fears are taking over

Feels like I’m totally losing control
in this game of life i resume to play my role
I continue to do what they expect of me
and maybe some day like before it will be
When enforced routine will become habit once more
I’ ll be healed outside – but never the core.