*

Is there light?
If so -
Do show! do show!
For its fair sparkle,
Bringing hope to heart,
Is strangely faint
And
Frighteningly dim.
In utter night
Despair suffocates:
Its cunning crows
Creep in, around, surround,
Gripping
Intent of Love
And
Will of Good.
Their wings fold into
Beastly, looming hood.

But come now;
Is there something there? -
It flickers off and on,
It's hard to grasp...
A candlelight?
A glimpse of dawn?
A torch?
Oh, how its shifting gleam
A desperate heart does scorch!
A fleeting hope for Hope
It seems to freely grant:
So scary to accept -
The Dream appears scant...

An offering there is -
To let the Light inside...
Well, maybe this warm breeze
Will promise a new ride
To realms of peace and shine
Where Love and Joy entwine?

(c)kRu, 18.12.2005 - 12.01.2006

*

==epigram==

"Music is like a little
thread that enters at
the shoulders and goes
through your whole body".

- P.
==========

The Music! Music -
That's what warms the heart.
It's like a thread -
It goes in at the shoulders
And penetrates
And runs through every pore
And makes one numb,
Reviving ever more.
A fool it shuns!
What knows he of true sounds?
A genuineness - that is what he dreads,
For with the fear of the lack of bread
Comes blindness to the honesty of art.

No need there's more for words -
And that's the truth.
And thus dissolve and vanish mindless herds,
And Music heals each one of us by means
Which only likely means describe the best.

(c)kRu, 10.01.2006-12.01.2006

*

Oh, wouldn't it be good
To be so very strong?
Oh, wouldn't it be swell
To be a fearless woman?
There, where the shadows brood,
There, where they ripe and dwell -
Is there a place for dawn?
Is there a place for morning?

Despised be fears of mind!
And cursed be shameless heart:
Corrupted by trite farce
Of comfort, wealth, and pride!
Is there a place for dawn?
Is there a place for morning?

Dark fears, dark fears abide,
And wisdom is more scarce.
Is there a place for joy?
Which way - to find salvation?

(c)kRu, 04.09.05 - 27.09.05

what's rain to a city?
gloomy, gray drops
brutally gritting
in drizzle people's hopes.

its wetness is inimical,
its moistness - whimsical.

no sun, no, no happiness;
cold gales beget haplessness.

rain, Rain, rain!
wash away-away
disdain!
(never mind, never mind
pain...)

(c)kRu, 17.09.05

60 dead fairies
lay under seas:
near dry prairies,
'neath fallen trees.

one lively fairy
from distant skies
flew - though 'twas scary -
rounds for their lives.

biting each wing,
sprinkling dews,
tearing strings
of fading hues.

though 'twas in vain:
none came alive,
snowfalls and rains
fought for their lives -

cold storms were spent,
ground wells ran dry,
down trees were bent,
fires were high...

60 dead fairies
now swing with winds.
one lively fairy
now has no wings:

she rides with bees,
she moves through seas -
dwellings to find
must she for her kind!

(c)kRu, 21.12.04-18.06.05

*

my longing is still strong;
only you
can relieve the ache
for you;
and making love
with Yardbirds in the background
is the aching need
of this body of mine;
love me
like their
rhythm'n'blues;
tell me lies
like their
"heart full of soul";
this silly-silly girl
will rave and moan along.

(c)kRu, 24.02.05

The curse is: rot to mutilation,
You f**ker, scoundrel of my nation!
Each letter of this is your end -
A bitter, stinging, deathly blend.

And on it goes: with every ache,
Inflicted on me with your clutch,
Each fiber of your body's raked,
Exploding from the filthy touch.

you do not die,
but suffer rotten,
and then they find you
dumb and broken.

this curse is quiet,
there is no sound -
my fears drive you to the ground.

Remember: every little pain
Is like an earthquake to your brain.

(c)kRu, 20.10-21.10.04