before the first man
came to the woods
for a long time there
was only endless bipolarity
with summers and winters
like two interchangeable twins.
the snows on the top of the hills
were flushed down by april suns.
there was only a hint
yet no notion of change.
no sound of a sparrow’s chant
or of coming tides.
wind travelled alone across the land.
I think some years later from now
after we split apart
he’ll have a hard time
getting accustomed to loneliness
again. but he will possess the second
eternity to forget men.

i am who i am
and who i was i don’t remember.
i’ve forgotten much of life.
and you
the first clear day after years of sickness
first fresh air that healed my lungs
you are my connection to the world
through your heart my heart finds a way
soul finds soul as i know only you
and myself i know only through you.
happiness is with us and also the pain
life is playing itself mercilessly before us
we laugh in the sun as we do in the rain.
so let me hold your hand
and walk you into the flowerbeds.
there may be some thorns
but if we’re careful
only by a little blooded ire
the flowers will be stained
but by great great affection
their roots and sprouts will be filled.

Scene:
Blue eyed boy, brown eyed girl
on stage

Silence

J:(he is stunned as usual by the flower
which is her being,
unmasked with naked heart
watching her every move
both with gentle serenity
and never ending lust
moments when their lips touch
make him feel the true heaven
her eyes make him blessed)
V:(she's maybe never felt like this before
the way he looks at her
the way he smiles and sings
it feels like hundred butterflies inside her
started a long journey entangled with time
the way he kisses her every part
the ways he can aimlessly talk
without him she misses him dearly
with him she wishes he’d never leave
there’re so many ways he makes her smile)

I love you
but what good has that ever done?
maybe few smiles
but deep inside
you are still alone
locked
scared
sickened
you hold a little lamp inside an empty room
knowing it to be the only light
that the world is to offer
you believe people are unreliable
the keys are lost in piles of dirt
(the moon has never seen your face)
and yet when I look through the keyhole
desperate to reach out for you
I see a pair of glowing brown eyes
they are hard and yet wondering
your face is the picture of Venus
defiant, proud and simply beautiful
but still capable of loving
So put your hands into dirt
search this whole sad gloomy room
to find the key that opens lock
because nobody can get through

Killers
of men, women and children
animals, vegetation
and finally of ourselves
for nothing better to do
out of boredom (pain)
a second of fun

Lovers
pationate and yet tense
always ready to abruptly burst
into dreams of others and play
(and let ourselves be played like)
with our prey adoring the moment
more than eternity

Poets
romantics at heart
each keeping our own faith
in god in reason in nothingness
franticly chasing some long lost lives
trying to extract the secret to live
instead of living our time

and if nothing’s set and nothing’s proven
then what are we?
a cloud that longingly rains upon the earth

...and we’re gonna rain until the last drop

there is nothing to write about
total decay
whilst flesh youthful
(be it spring)
dead is the mind

Hello
Will you cure this madness of mine?
Say nothing
I'll just walk on by
Nevermind
Seeing me heading forward alone
I've said hello many times
I've said goodbye and been gone
But I´ve never waited too long
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