Once and maybe not even long ago
Not visible by day
At night only by who knows
They used to keep their heads up high
They used to fight the war that challenged them
They used to sell the truth for a lie.
Telling themselves that it was something to manage
Telling themselves that this was temporary
Not ignoring, but trying to calm the damage.
Roots filled with water
Outside of the shadow in the sun
but poison stays poison
where battle turned in to just begun
sometimes it does not really matter
if an end is a start
or a start an end
it’s where the unknown and the known
where meaning and the emptiness
are meant to blend
or maybe just once,
all the colors of the world dissapear,
and you sink in to the deep
where there is no light
You sit on the bottom of the cave
and can’t fall deeper,
but can’t climb – you’re completely stuck
I don’t know what is worse,
but all I know is
that even if you’re on the bottom of the cave
and when the sun goes down
it does come up again
even if you can not bear the light.
The winter tends to blow apart –
where autumn reminds the flowers to drop their leaves
it’s not the time, yet.
in the hallway, there is a bookcase,
dark brown, from wood,
old books, a vase, and a picture frame
where it should –
or stand together
It’s a frameless frame for what it matters
And what you see is what you get
The life without the heart
A rain that doesn’t wet.
a tree without its leaf-
a rose without its grief-
needless to say
it’s like the grass without the rain
it’s the night without the day
the glass without water,
the paper without pencil
it’s as you stare at the clock
but no matter what, it isn’t moving
and still time goes by.
Outside the window,
I see fog, the traffic, the sky
trees saying goodbye to their leaves
they turned from green to yellow to leafless
but there is no rain
A deep sigh, it’s my own, and I don’t even hear
Staring to the outside world,
I’m a statue on my own couch
Frozen, where silence remains
Sometimes the world is just living its life
no matter if you want to be part of it
it plays its game, dead or alive.
Shifting sands, there I was, on the beach.
Standing alone, straight up in the wind.
The big endless sea, threatening these waves in my direction
But I won’t
As the sun used to rise
And as the moon used to be around here
As the dark is becoming day
And the light dissapear
It’s the perfect place to be
I just forgot how
The storm. The pouring rain.
November is passing, with it’s traces to remain –
Where leaves fall on the ground.
But there is nothing
that picks them up.