Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Relentlessly drawn downwards
as if it means nothing at all
Relentlessly drugged
as if it means nothing at all

But tomorrow
Things will be better
they don't have to
but they will

Monday, April 19, 2010

In between my lines

If you could read
in between my lines
what would they tell you?
Would you finaly grasp who I am?

Or does it still scare you
Someone who seems to be ungraspable
high above in the clouds with body, soul and mind.
For me, there is nothing not to be grasped about me
I'm not the enigma
The enigma remains why you can't grasp me ...
And above all, why that scares you.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Aren't we all masters in a way
Where mutual exchange takes place?

Aren't we all servants
to this life of disarray?

Aren't we all doomed
To bear what comes?

And above all,
aren't we all dead when our time has come?

The master and the servant, the servant and the master ... might be viewed from the wrong angle where the master is always superior.

Soon ...

I saw your name up front
like no one else would ever do
I sacrificied my heart
for people unworthy of you

but I found another way
or the way found me
I met another traveler
who volunteered to accompany me

my lover,
I hardly write about you
maybe partly out of wisdom
maybe just because I care so much about you.

I only insert amazon adds from books and writers I esteem very highly ... so I'm taking up the habit to include in every post a book recommendation :)

Magdalene & the Mermaids

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Love is a precious thing
the most precious of it all ...
something not to joke around with
so I won't ...
I really won't.

Songs of heavens before

I sang into the open air
where noone could hear a word
I sang for flowers, butterflies and towers
but all I got was silence unheard.

Maybe it's for the better
Maybe it's for the best
My voice would give no meaning
To the words written down from above.

A song with lyrics from above, for Marilyn, my dear friend:

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tired stories
from the hells above
Tired hands
resting on love
Tired faces
of miracles unseen
Tired eyes
of beauty and misery in between.

I'ld love to see you this morning
in a velvet gown of lilies
I hope you'll find my eyes twinkling again
For a newfound joy I never had.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I thought of you this morning
And what you put me through
The time you said
We couldn't rest.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Interview on Quills of Fire!

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