A POEM A’DAY…

 

A poem a’day

let me sway, sway

far away…

.

Just one poem a’day

to help me pray

for a way

.

One single poem a’day

who will say

& who will pay

.

I say one poem a’day

to help me array

& find a way

.

A poem a’day

or I will lay

me

down by the bay

.

HOPE…

I want it

I need it

I crave it

.

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I’VE GOT MY WINGS…

 

I´ve got my wings

my feathers

some

I picked up in the gutter

others

in golden sand

.

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HOW DID IT START…

 

in the normal world

or

in the world

outside my window

where man takes his woman

and woman

is a woman

born now

not a billion years ago

who forgot what love is

love?

touching a dying bird

or a feather

white

greyish

the smallest one

the softest

putting it in your breastpocket

& man swaying

my words

stopped trailing down

like raindrops

and much later

an other one

came into my life

another feather

from the sky

with wings

and he thought for a while

this was about him

and now of course

he´s there

and here too

all those skies

sheltering desert

nightmoves

dreams & reality

forever one

if I want too

the earth

isn´t there

here

if you don´t believe in it

take som words

from the wall

sometimes the moon is hiding

après nous le déluge

going back

to lace & velvet

old worlds

new associations

just mentioned

or remembered

just emotions

or magnetic fields

and sometimes

the moon is hiding

behind some grey clouds

 it is

it is

and now it takes me

over some green hills

and beyond

all that sand

even castles

rain & mist

and back again

travelling through different countries

in my soul

with my body

with my hands

my lips

my tongue

.

how did it start

what was the title

what was the name

grow

grow grow

is this a letter?

to myself?

where did the words go?

take another wall

on a rainy sunday afternoon

four roses & ten guns

or twelve

black skies

hot velvet

grow

grow grow

time flies & me with it

& now

I´ve got my wings

my feathers

some I picked up

in the gutter

others

in golden sand

.

From ‘Amore impossibile’

.

THINKING OF AMANDA…

Where are

our light blue eyes

´cause Mercurius

is coming

bringing

dangerous liaisons

with purple and gold

black velvet

neon & lace

.

Where are

our light blue eyes

´cause the sheltering sky

is falling

bringing

flamingos

& dried roses

with musterd green voile

silken gloves

& chinese shells

 

From ‘Just for fun’

 

 

SALTO MORTALE

 

As

the neverending sea

as the waves

is my pain

.

As

the everfalling rain

as the clouds

is my pain

.

As

the enclosing darkness

as the shadow

is my pain

.

From ‘Salto mortale’

.

VISIONS OF DIFFERENCE

  

And now

Time has passed

Years

Days & nights

Seconds

Thousands thousands

.

Bodies have fallen

Like leaves

In the autumn

Withering away

Whilst passing birds

Make signs in the sky

.

Celebrations

Of disrespect

Jubilations

Echoing like

Failing heartbeats

Thousands thousands

.

Visions

Of difference

Indifference

Whilst exceptions

Of a hopeful few

Make signs in the sky

. 

From ‘N.E.W.’

.

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