The night is drawing to a close
And the stars are slowly fading
Like a frame of negative that hasn’t been developed
Both are erasing by the light
But I have this picture in my mind
And the stars will appear again
On the sky or somewhere
Nobody knows yet.
Heavy clouds has covered the firmament
I am looking for some bright spot on it
There’s nothing, what a disappointment
It’s time for developing my images
Safely stored inside my heart
As a writer starts typing his new pages
A delicious story, passionate, smart
Am I ready yet?
I am blind in a dark room
That I've built to bring my pictures to life
To look at my stars, the pictures I have took
And I almost lost, foolish, too brave
But the seeds of light will appear soon,
They’r going to assemble my images in while
I can't wait to see them, how do they look
Now or not yet?
The small miracle of creation has begun
I see my constellations again
Even though the sky is cloudy
Look there, at your skin
Thousand stars cover thy shoulders
Let me discover more of them
I will find small cosmos on your body
It has to be done yet.
There’s no time to be late
Before cold reason defeats my burning desire
And like a black hole destroys all the space
I won’t lost it on my discovering race
Lots of frames I have to collect still
And I am afraid, that my film negative will expire
Please believe in my observing skill
I can’t let thou go, not yet.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
Winter nights are pushing us
out of our comfort zones:
warm hearts, heated rooms.
I abandoned both,
I am walking alone through dark streets,
the cold goes into my bones.
Uncounted billions of stars guide me on my paths.
Those silent companions, caught in time,
have been trembling in the deep space since eternity.
I am looking for my ancient gods,
those I chased away by my lechery.
It was my biggest crime.
So I am desolate now, then,
suffering for my sins in an endless reality.
This night is never going to its end.
I’v been frozen in time space since I don’t know when.
There is no young prince whom rescues me by his kiss.
All of them are avoiding my personality.
I'm cold, I'm on my knees with silent pray.
My dark heart beats slowly
as snow flakes are falling from the sky.
But only my demons are listening to my rogations,
they follow me on my desperate way.
I am too weak for any negations.
Even the street lights get dark.
The fear forces them to hide the street in the cloak of night,
to avoid this strange black suite.
Stars are only lighting the firmament, far away in safety space.
The darkness has swallowed everything
No one can see my crooked face.
I'm sitting tired on the tombstone
of my ancient god’s grave.
No man, this empty grave is mine.
I buried my heart there.
But the light of hope peeks from afar,
I still should be saved, come on!
Return to me and bring me the light my Apollon.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
It was cold. The cigarette fog was drowning me
I was down the whiskey glass
The world turned yellow because of that gold liquid
I was laying at the bottom, drunk, and I felt so stupid
Out of my unconsciousness I saw him approach me
The Olympic God was so close I could feel his touch
I needed more whiskey and free space on the couch
My heart starts to play faster tones
Come on, sit by me, great Apollon
The cold was gone and the Sun started to calm me
Oh, but it's not the Sun, it is whiskey that warms me more
In my heart sounds the thousands Amors choir
It sung about the beauty of his soul and fresh young spirit
And his smile and the deepest gaze, deeper than my glass with the whiskey in it
And the next glass will make even more pleasure to me
Just as ancient gods body I’ve never before seen
Both make grey life more colourful, more yellow, more green
Don’t leave, I’ll take you to my throne
Stay with me, you’re mine, Apollon.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
You were just a common man.
Born from Your mother, born from the God Pan.
So full of love You were discovering the world
Finally, what You found was a cold sword
This cold weapon mirrors your own legacy:
To be a common guy without any inadequacy
But the bug, You’ve never had,
For the little time you've lived made you so very sad
Now You are lying in a warm blood lake
Innocent, different, and everybody's shaken
But You were full of life and filled with a fresh spirit
You were fond of boys and purely for that sake
Now the death comes for You, poor boy
because the Fear has the sword as its´ toy.
Requiem aeternam, dona eis domine, it‘s sung to all the dead,
but not for You my dear boy.
Why? Someone just said,
for You there is no heavenly toy…
Your only destiny is the sword
not any eternal life, nor the Lord.
Sleep my boy, yes, a lake you will bleed!
There will be no funeral for the scary freak
The parson preaches to live in love
but this love's adjusted by dread
nobody wants the different bread
it's easier to sweep your distinct crumbs off of the world
Sleep, cute boy, the rain is coming down… maybe cries the Lord
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 8:21 PM UTC
The Autumn rises up into our common days
I met You when the day good bye says
The Orion was risen up in the sky and I fell in love
with this heavenly guy.
Then every night, every time cloudless was sky
I saw him, he was sowing in me
The seed of deepest carving.
The deepest cause in my beatest heart,
Every time more late in the night.
Close to morning was my likest sight.
Then I woke up and the dream was gone.
But no, I’m still sleeping, it was never done.
The sky vagrant guy still rises up and falls down
On the night azure and in my burning heart blown
down by the wind of cold reason.
But I still love the strange person,
His brown eyes
Which every time to me say:
„Wake up and the dream will be gone.“
But it will be never done.
The Orion still crosses the winter sky,
Like love our soul, and I ask: Why?
I see still your fresh smile,
From time I met you – a while.
I want to wake up and still want to sleep,
With your smell in the dream which should have been gone,
But it must not be done.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC