She sits next to you now, on the dusty
Brick wall munching a green apple
Unperturbed
As your thoughts about time
Are still rattling

So,
She states, looking at you
I have been
Here beside you all the time,
Haven't I

Your brain snaps

She winks.

Then, with a click,
Your brain takes it, got it

Move.

What you call
imagination, Dear
I simply call it
memory

Because the fish
in the sea
never forbade themselves
to be aware of the water

Because the girl
in this world
always had eyes
for the bees and the leaves
of grass
and the air

A marvellous
flock of birds swims
in moving air and dances
as one
stunning
organism

Stretch
your backbone,
Love,
You' ll need it

defeated and
in corners lie
your enemies

you look through all
your withered poetry and find a piece
that states:

There lie my gorgeous troubles,
the Loveless and the Judges

Breathe out
and know that
you have laboured well
to get this piece of truth
out on the table

that, stubborn and ferocious as you are,
no label will stick hard enough on you
to soak you back into their games

Time to wake up and say
to those who prefer playing
that playing time is over-
that grey suits will not help
to cover up, disguise, a sleeping mind

That, with a BANG, you'll wake them
and make them shake til
every
single
molecule
has chosen to light up
in color.

There go my gorgeous troubles;
the Loveless and the Judges
~

You whisper your lines out
like an airborne feather,
light in the air
an inherent sense of where to go
not interfered with
by heavy objects

what is love, what hate
what is a fifth grader picking up
a dead bird
what is your hand moving
to touch a bluebell flower
without a second thought
what your heart
in your word
what is love
what hate
how much weighs
your statement
in this cold winter air
how much
your warm breath

You see
Three old men
Sitting on chairs, smoking and
Having a coffee in the sun
And say
These lazy *******
Not realizing
That you are the lazy one
Who lets his freedom,
Voice
And love
*******
Out of fear of
Taking
Responsibility.

If God knows what
Is written all over your face
And if you stand
Outside my door
Your shoulders down
And tears clouding your vision

I am going
To embrace you -
Nothing else.

Standing proudly now in his
purple silk-dress, tall
and lifting
the sky on his back
come on,
he says
I think I am allowed
what an untypical sight he makes;
that proud face lacking
all signs of arrogance

I want to write
a poem for YOU

who has suffered so much
who has seen
so much
and was- for so
so long-
not allowed to see

For YOU
who was always there
sometimes in a dark, dark corner
sometimes out
in the daylight and
dancing

Who never really left
just went
somewhere else in order
to survive

For YOU
who was there before my tiny feet
were touched by the doctors and nurses
before my mother looked into my eyes
for the first time
before I took my first
oxygen breath
before anyone could know-

For YOU
and for the fact
that you are with me
even in times where
I did not believe in
anything
when the waves came rolling so high
and the rain fell so heavy
and the storm blew so hard
I couldn't even
see the shore

This is for YOU
and for me
and to honor
the most beautiful
fact of all-

That it does not matter anymore
whether it is for YOU
or for me
because
we
are
not apart
anymore.

I owned a lot of things
that are not mine
and did for very long-

Now I ask you
to take it back.

And if the dark disgusts you
maybe take some time
and start by promising
that you will not
push all your ****
to me
again.

Or I will promise
to myself
that I won't take it.

Braided hair around
her elegant head
she knows her feet well knows
her steps but does not care
so much cares more about
her music
her whole body
in unconditional agreement
amplifying
her Song

Such a stunning piece of work
it has become
and glowing
in the bright sunlight

Only here and there
are some spots that need
mending
still-

an ill feeling of
half-presence befalls me
every time I step
into such a spot-

But only for a second
before I kneel down-
hot and panting-
next to my toolbox and start
filling in the space
and thus connecting-

      This Bridge is not
a simple gateway to get
from one place to
another

But rather
is it in itself
a connection piece

I feel you in my backbone
always there
always
I feel you
with all I have
never go away
never leave me

You're ready, you say, oddly proud
take
my face in your hands before you draw
ceremonially
two lines with *******, two lines of white on each of my cheeks, nodding earnestly
smiling ever so warmly as if saying
I'll be only a few steps behind, if not closer for now
all the time
my eyes ask of you
all the time yes all the time your presence
answers, reassures
and I detach
not detach
and take a step forward into the snow
the cold where I can see my breath forming clouds
and it is not cold at all
it is not cold