Please sir, the snake said
you don't have to be scared.
I am antidote.

Our antihero,
has now won something.
A real consolation prize.

Dry colored leaves fall
making earth a warm blanket.
Nature takes a rest

Love runs
like a
bounded thread

complicated in-sync
with sweet dreams

we stay
woven together

never ever
we unravel

If you both cannot
agree on certain issues.
That is common ground.

Much reading
in my prison cell
kept me fascinated there.

Problem was however
that what is offered
was a mere crime

Morning dusk looms
and hunts furiously
across the whole earth
chasing the dark.

In conflict together
for the upcoming light.
Night is soon
succumbed to dawn.

But already makes
dark plans again,
to banish the light
once more
before nightfall

determination
climbing towards the sunlight
morning glory vine

Sometimes, I see them walking
here in the square,
chained to their digital world
scared to be in real life I guess.
Or they just don't care

Years ago, it was different,
a ball rolled here every day.
There was that rotten boy
who always won my marbles,
times just rolled away

But at least I had
something precious to lose
and did not sit all day
staring at a small screen.
We also had less to choose.

I only went back home
for half an hour just to see
The mysteries of ******-doo
or those **** Duke boys
that were on black and white TV.

Yes, this square used to be fun
liveliness, cohesion and
laughter wide spread.
nowadays it seems more like
an episode of the Walking dead.

I remember
something vague
from a distant past
which I can't place yet
here in the present.

A story in my head
filled with fun
and intense happiness
not a scratch on my crystal ball
everything healthy,
nothing broken.

An era has passed
a love perished
the piece has been written
but I don't like the ending.

An erratic cold sigh
swoons through the valley
last winter hollow kiss
portends a grim frenzy

Clogged icy pine needles
under snowy blanket
lying on the forest path
love with spring has chilled

Waiting to melt
after a dewy dawn
winter reigns once again
before letting the sun in

My mother-in-law,
said I must read fairy tales.
Fly on! you **** witch.

It was last night
that the white monster
sneaked unseen
across the quiet country.

Silently hovering
above the fields
swallowing all
what came on it's path

Over the vast fields
I noticed that he silently
but surely did his job
covering all in mist

Only the tallest trees
were lucky enough
to tower above his
growing power.

Early morning sun
already warming up
trying to contain evil

Through the shreds
she evaporated the mist
with pale golden rays

The idyllic picture
brought melancholy
to my heart.

If only everything
was so easy too
overcome.

A beautiful forest nymph
tried to put a spell on me
her shiny eyes trying to lure
I quickly hide behind a tree

What treacherous sorcery
I have to overcome
before I turn into a toad
a spell that can't be undone

Her magic mystical powers
firing beams upon my soul
trying to blind the inner of me
and capturing me as a ghoul

You gave the words
I used my ink.

I wrote the lines
that made you think.

You became speechles
I waited for reply.

You ended the story
but there was no goodbye.

She caught me harmless
while my defenses were down
she likes to make me happy
and steal away my frown

Trying to open up my heart
so she can take a look inside
asking me to share my emotions
when there is no place left to hide

She makes me take of my mask
just to reveal my true identity
but it just makes me feel awkward
for me there seems to be no serenity

Once again I listen to my own thoughts
as usual they don't make any sense
instead of cleaning out my closet
I'm actually creating another fence

Looking for your love
I am hiding under
shades of blue

With a scarred heart
that keeps on beating
and memorizing you

My true thoughts
are hidden behind
a cloaked smile

To give myself
a bit of peace
I must live in denial

foggy dreams
warm up my thoughts
and try to
disguise images
of the slumber

calmness is painting
a picture of softness
in the morning
while a muffled yawn
breaks the silence

Phrases hang in the sky
words grow on a tree
ideas float on water
it's all ordinary to me

Grass is the parchment
on which I write stories
my thoughts a jar of ink
I use to describe the glories

The world is my sketchbook
full of imaginary tales
which I still have to write
unhidden by any veils

The pen is my greatest love
which I play by hand
my stories, I bind them together
in the boundless poets land

Please, bring me relief
I don't want to see the dark.
Illumination.

She was looking
wherever true love
for her might be.

To tell you the truth
I was actually hoping
she was looking for me

She did not have
to search further
surely not that far.

Sadly she just
walked by me,
leaving my heart
with a scar

Lost my ball
went to get it back
boys chained to the floor
the game was dead

Along came a duke
and took me home
Lost my marbles there
and rolled all alone

Now I sit in a square
but no TV there
I walk to the window
to look at the world

and saw madness walking by

Darling, if you believe
in love at first sight

Then please, don't look
at me twice.

Ticking time
sliding by
painfully slow

The future
in front of me
lies miles
behind me.

The present
unfortunately
no longer favorable
for me

I feel
a timeless remorse
now I may
have loved you too little

Your love,
has many dreams
in which I am not included
dancing anxiously
on still water
afraid that I will disturb it.

My love,
bright and sincere
clear as an open book
you don't want to read it
but left it
in a dusty corner.

Our love.
speaks several languages
but not one you understand
how for God's sake
do I make clear
that I love you very much.

In the peaceful magical world
where I would be living

No one would dream of a better world
as the one we've been given.

Money is no problem,.
we don't have it anyway.
Our life is our wealth.

Dawn breaks
over the horizon
you can hear
the song of a lark
golden sun
paints the sky
a new day
begins to spark

I arrive at time
in this kingdom
singing on fields
covered with green
strolling under seagulls
high in the sky
floating with a
breezing serene

Sun beating hot
fountain of rays
showering down
on the meadow
fueling nature
bringing life
and caresses
all that we know

Peering across fields
looking to the horizon
creating images in my head
before the day even started

Snakes hide quickly
under the grass
exaggerating fens
feel like a big puddle

Storks nest together
on top of high poles
fox and marten watch
you can hear them sneak

Rabbit happily hops
from one hole to another
sheep looks on woolly
how do they keep it up

Frogs make paths
in the drifting sand
handy for the ants
marching across
the sandy path

Highlander grazes hairy
grass for grasshopper away
Woodpecker breaks bark
Cuckoo goes insane

A deer shoots away
is looking for a safe pasture
There is space enough
for a whole pack
all come along

O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.

legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support

The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.

A book with a good plot,
is on the table in front of me.
It won't open.