Your shield and sword merge
into one thing being
a dead sure
statement
you can
uphold
eternally

She twirls twirls twirls along the piano edge and sings I’m a sinner sinner sinner Baby
Oh you all are mere beginners if you
stick to the words

And not even the
raw dark
ledge of the abyss could harm her

A ghost has touched my fingertips
they ache, they shake with fear

Into my feet it flows
and gets hold of me,
grows

This is no joke, love
we should run
before it is too late or before-

what is that?
you shake your head, you're not afraid?

Then I will run alone,
as I use to;
as it has shown to be
my safeguard system

not for me, my love:
for you.

Behind the sharp line
Of the red horizon
There lies a city, and it is called Real.

People of Real
Only show their faces
While picking flowers
And walking through brains.

Children of Real
Learn very early
About the black cloud that lingers
Above their horizon.

And they are warned
Not to dream about it
Or to touch it, ever,
For it is not Real.

The cloud they call Liar
For there live the liars –
It is a dusty place
Where dark crowds reside.

And if one day a child
Crosses the horizon –
People of Real
And people of Liar
Will change their opinion.

And then

I lift my arms
or else
my arms are lifted

the spinning

slows

and
what?

I took a blow
right on the way
but take it in
with gratitude
or at least
I pretend
to be okay

No, Honey,
I am not yet used
to what you say
is my most normal state-

I hate if you speak like
it's all so easy-

Night
lights on

remember?

How can you?
So tenderly have I disguised my story
from your childish dreams
your shaking grip -
that I can breathe now

Why does the City never sleep?
Because it has no one to sleep with.

Help me she says
in a strong voice
and strong is the choice
she made.

Abandon him, she thinks,
I will,
and the chill
that runs down my spine
will freeze not only
my lonely feelings.

It will ignite the urge
for simple ratio;
a thing which, from the depths of my heart
I - upto now - so
despised.

As easy as the wind can make
The leaves shake,
So am I able to conjure up the image of your face
In my head.
And all the time, too.

Nothing in-visible to me,
Nothing you do goes unnoticed
But will always be accompanied by
a little counter movement,
A tiny expression on my face.

Out of the sand your
face emerges
eyes closed lids
flicker
here
here
...

All sounds
Speak
To your body you
Keep
None

Clinging to the golden needle
I pull and pull
As hard as I can.

But I cannot shift it -
It won’t move
A single bit.

So I get up
And turn my head
And look to the other North.

If that's a spell I speak it
gladly
with all of you

If those bright eyes of yours
are open all the way
to touch your truth
I'll gladly hear it

I can't change my heart
Who can?

A warm, wrapped-up love soaks all
that is me -
To remain.

Something is there
That does not love a wall


♡

Count your blessings
you stupid idiot

count all the smiles and the fairytale moments
you deserved and did not deserve

count the minutes this earth was peaceful for you
and your loved ones

count your tears and the amount of those you have shed
in a happy embrace and the joyful look on your childish face

count - I beg you - the seconds of hope before desperation
and tell me-

why do you still not just take it and make what you want out of it
                                                                    - and break up your moaning.

Sudden strikes of swollen thunder
Hit the air and cure the silence
Of a long forgotten wonder
Lingering within this house.

Crows and leaves surround the tower
Circling in moving halos
And I hear the golden hour
Calling for the final act.

So I open up the gate
For the rush of air to enter
Out of grey-white, misty shade
Into this world of broken laughter.

With a cracking noise the glass
Smashes and is torn apart
Wind has formed a hurling mass
Blowing out remaining light.

For a moment in the dark
Nothing is but pounding rain
And I ask my beating heart;
Do you fear –
Do you fear the coming pain?

Night exhales
Her cold breath in your face
Telling you stories of fear

A nightingale shouts
Her little heart out
For your soul to hear
Where to reach

A rush through the air
Your head tilted back
By a violent grab of your hair

A little bird's flutter
Two lips that stutter
A motionless prayer

A story of Night
That likes to play make-believe

A young pounding heart
That learns within brief
It was played from the start

This tale
Just a dream
Of tonight

A shadow of a shadow of a shadow casts
His long dark head
across my feet
And floods the floor.

But with a wink I shoot
A ray of light along the ground
That creeps toward his shape and slams the door.

The darkness shrieks
And grows a little weaker;
and as it starts to part I feel
My nose does bleed
My hands do shake until -
Eager to run -
I lift a  shaking leg

Now suddenly the shadow moves;
It moves toward the curtain
Spreads  out ten thin long lines to reach the spot
But fails
And stumbles back

The two of us
Keep fighting for a while
I carry his grey marks under my skin

My shins are stripy black
He lost an eye.

Eventually the sun
Shows its bald head
And my friend starts to fade;

Smaller and smaller he becomes
And quiet
Then, with a simple single beat
He leaves;

No shady warrior
No riot

And he leaves me behind.