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.

In the middle of the middle
of no space
a pair of yellow, childlike eyes,
innocent and with
just a trace of oblivion,
opens

A look at
Creation
A rush of
Fear of so much
Love
And:
Crack
There he was
Placed outside
Consciousness

Do you like
Vanilla ice cream, Love
You nod say yes because
They have told you so they say all kids like
Vanilla ice cream, right

For years and years into
Your adult life you have
Despised
Vanilla ice cream until

One day in spring
The ice cream van comes rushing down
The curvy street
And you do feel
A twitch inside-
Step forward and buy
With a beaming smile on your face
A scoop of
Vanilla ice cream

He looked up into the grey sky
and decided: it's not time yet, I got time
and, shakig off the cold, massaging his hands,
he said: it should rhyme.

And thus he began:

To fabricate the best amongst all the poems -
that is what I will do, and forget about the rest
and the empty phrases
that fill no cup and no page.

To make you wonder, and frown
and think: who is this?
This master of words, of letters,
What kind of bliss
is he blessed with?

Then also: to make you remember
my name and my word,
and the fame that so uplifted
my thoughts.

And: to remind you
of my soul and bones
when I shall be gone, and not long after that,
you will build a statue
of stone.

But before all that I will-
I must-
I should-

But where shall I begin?
Where shall I
begin?

And you will put down your paper, your pen,
you will sigh, and know: all this was only a revery.
Then you will stand up, undress, stand naked in front of the mirror-
and dance.

A golden blanket wrapped
around you
Her words
I will always be with you
and you begin to accept
their feeling true

A golden
Scale
Reflects
From where it lies
There in the stream
A gleaming
Single
Ray of light
Directs it so that
It
Precisely
Hits
The iris
Of my resting eye
And
By its
Sheer power
Makes me
Shiver

What you call
imagination, Dear
I simply call it
memory

Under layers of
Dark soothing water lies
The Heart of the Ocean
Harbouring
An unspoken Secret
Hidden away by your own Hand
Til you come
Find it

💙

You go inward trying to
listen
listen

but the child
does not speak to you
yet

You hand me
words that I translate
into colour for you so that you
can understand
I loosen them up
break, gently, their hard lines and shapes
so that their energy becomes one
you can handle
so that this world becomes
one you can handle,
dear

No matter how far
you can walk
no matter where you take your turn
nothing will show
upon this land
nothing will grow.

Burn all the waste
dig holes so deep
the ground breaks in upon itself
blow up the soil
so that the seep
comes up.

And in the end
you see-
you walk towards yourself:
a convex mirror hems
your field-
and as you try to flee
and as you try to shield your face-

it closes in upon you.

Holding
  My fingers
To my brain
It hurts-
    Framing my face, my head
       Encircling inner horrors
          And still –
For all there is, for all the dread-
I still don’t care.

And then we part
into storm and chaos and we do so because
we can
because
we know

in truth

nothing

separates us

As it came running
Like three lights or three eyes,
I could not but would not
Step aside fast enough.

It hit me and cold steel,
Slashing my body,
Drove right through the inside
Of my bones and heart.

Grieve not, for this time
I felt deadly alive.

On a dark blue ocean wave rides
a red-white striped
lighthouse
beams
simultaneously
inward and out -
You cannot miss it

Clapping and smiling
They will tear me to pieces,
Outraged and amused,
They will knock me down.

I am a new member,
So please be soft on me.
Have mercy, my people,
You see what I cannot.

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

When your truth climbs out
Of you
When finally it slips out from your mouth
Escapes your throat -

If you expect
Everyone watching
This brilliantly frightening
Spectacle
To celebrate and to applaud with you-
Then rest assured, my love:
The only one your truth is
Looking for
The only sound she longs
To hear
Is your hands clapping
Your lips smiling
Your heart
Beaming

If all the world
Still plug their ears
Still shut their mouths
Still
Keep
Their
Eyes
Sealed-

YOU will not.

And clap, clap, clap
Echos the confident sound
Of your hands clapping

Echos back
From the tenement halls.

all memory melts -  
like ice -
into a sea of water
never look twice
you read
the signals right

I'll write until I surely know
The morning light
Has found You

She writes she writes
Until the night has settled
Confidently in her lap again

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.

A young girl playing
recklessly
in the fire
orange lashes curl
unburned
while everything stands
to her aid

A quiet rebellion
every bit of it for your sake
eyes averted for fear and desperate wish
to reconnect
indicating
with every fibre every controlled breath
that open question
are you sure
now
are you
really sure
tentative
waiting
wishing
asking
so that you can answer
yes, I am

Earth Calling

Do you not like to dwell
on my soil anymore
do you not know how much
I laboured for the mountains
and the trees to give
some shelter
so you could hide in them
do you not
in a single second stop
and think?

      In a giant
      buzzing place full of high-pitched buildings
      playgrounds with no
      hiding space and barbed wire
      fence
         a density takes place that's of
         another world
         gives rise to loads and loads of
         cloudy thoughts that lead to
         cloudy politics and building
         walls of glue and bricks to block out
         what seems other-

While Mother Nature ravels on
and moans about such silly
helpless creatures
who bread us and then leave into a realm
of materialistic faith that
crumbles
yet if one stops or stumbles
across a shiny apple,
just shrugs or frowns in
disbelief-
he cannot treat it as a sign of
brief and honest earth connection-

      and hurries in a frightened pace
      off to the next brilliant distraction
      while the poor planet grieves-


Earth cries and
sighs in her green nest
and asks the Universe for
just a little rest from those blindfolded
human things-
so it is Universe who
brings relief
to the blue planet and its stars

and while the fox and bat, the Milky Way and Mars
are busy watching
they see a pair of black hands reaching
down toward the Earth
caress her soil and plants and fields
for it is worth it-

     A shooting star flies by
           smiles for he saw
     out of the corner of his eye

     a vision of two pairs of hands-
            one green, one black-

              and keeps on shooting
             across his well known track
                  keeping in mind the image

                
                                                       of fingers interlocked

I see what
you want for yourself clearly and ache
for you put
so many stones
in the way