In the peace
and solitude of the room
I want to write one last poem
the candle searches diligently for fuel
soon I see the last glimpse of it's light

Just one more glass then
one last drink on this day
which slowly slides to her end
and morning light
may greet us tomorrow

The candle extinguishes
I am alone
and in the light of the moon
it is dark and quiet on the street
the poem is written
and it's time
to go to bed.

You already own
the route to my heart
so why not use it.
You already know
how I feel about you
open my hardened shutters.

Take an ax and smash the lock
into hundred thousand pieces.
You only own that power,
another will not succeed.

Nobody keeps watch
no dog still guarding here.
Leave Cupid's arrows out of sight,
you have already touched my heart.

I came into this world
where I couldn't see
cause the bright light of life
was blinding me

I made a choice
and had to strive
cleared lots of rubble
before I could thrive

But this was my path
that I had to go
sometimes it went fast
and other times slow

It was trouble and pain
but I have no regret
cause this was the way
how we two could met

Beauty is within my sight
as I see a rose every night

A rose in bloom proud and tall
the fairest rose of them all

To me you're like a piece of art
you rose the beauty in my heart

Quite a task,
to sit still
in a rocking chair

The skeleton key
to a dark aged time
opened a door
and took a love of mine

A cloaked darkness
reached out his hand
took her away
to his dreadful land

Where black butterflies
with venomous breath
****** out her soul
and left her for dead.

I look up
I look down
I looked behind and all around

I seek
and I’ve searched
but nothing could be found

I stop
and I stared
but there is nothing there

So why
do people say
that spring is in the air

Strange thing about beer.
The emptier the bottle is,
the heavier it gets.

I am stuck on Earth
but I don't want to be here.
Roots under my feet.

Her tensile wings
grew larger and larger
trying to reach
the end of the world.

Just to find out
she was only
circling around.

From a long and dusty farm road
there was a scarecrow waving
Standing on a pole in a cornfield
meanwhile the sun was blazing

I started walking up to him
and when I was almost near
It took of his straw hat, gave a smile
and told me to have no fear

Welcome visitor he shouted
would you like to play a game
please enter my corn maze for a walk
and if you get lost just call my name.

then with an elegant swing
he'd opened the gate
Told me not to rush
he was opened until late.

The maze was well maintained
paths were clean and wide
rabbits running all around
it was a beautiful sight

But then all of a sudden
scenery drastically changed
corn was brown and dead
daylight seemed deranged

I got the creepiest feeling
that I was being spied
somebody was watching me
opaque to my sight

Suddenly I was on the ground
I must have tripped over a stone
after taking a closer and better look
it turned out to be a human bone

It's a ****** mess I am in now
I have really lost the way
how to get out of this maze
what did that scarecrow say

In order to get out the maze
I have to call his name
he can guide me back to start
and end this sinister game

Orphic music started playing
when it came to my mind
He did not even mention his name
I was being there confined

The storyteller said
"I don't have time to tell you a story"

The time teller replied.
"I can tell you sometime"

Without realizing
time is an eternity
to achieve your goal

Please, stop your crying
and let me tell you
that the end is near

Don't believe the truth
over the lies, cause you
will lose all of the fear

Roads to escape are closed
bridges are pulled up
I guess they all are wrong

My ink is running out
paper is getting to an end
It's time to finish our song.

Treetop, treetop
where could you be
I dug a large hole
but you, I just can't see

You must be hiding
somewhere down there
as it is way too obvious
to hide up in the air

And if I have found you
I quickly climb on down
thru your rustling branches
it will make you frown

I will tickle you softly
patiently root by root
until you laugh out loud
and you start to hoot

you will shake your leaves
until you can't take no more
then we'll lie down together
on the soft forest floor

In dreams we stay together
untill the break of dawn
sadly, when I open my eyes
you will be long gone

In a vacuum
you were trapped

I jumped a hole
in the air

In infinite space
we fled together.

Angelically words are written
with a consecrated pen
using blessed silver ink
on holy paper they glisten

Send on fragile wings
to the lord above
but it seems to me
he did not even listen

here in this game
we’re all the same
we write about love
we write about pain

but whatever you write
just follow the light
that’s lit in your soul
to make the world bright

cause a candle will burn
any way you will turn
go, write on my love
make my heart yearn

My head is weary
my thoughts are gone.
do I make a short poem
or does it need to be long

What is the point,
why is there all this thinking.
is it true that writing is easier
after I have been drinking.

The paper is too white
and the ink is too black
but once the first word is written
there is no way going back.