Here I sit alone again,
Tempted to touch your skin,
To wrap my arms around you,
And breathe you deeply in.

You offered me your body,
Once more I said no,
I’m sick of the word tonight,
But I’ve got no where else to go.

My day is often interrupted,
With images of you in my mind,
I want your body badly,
If I had it what would I find?

Would giving in kill this longing?
Or make it sharper still?
I’m going to find out soon though,
I hope once is enough to fill.

You messed up my head again,
With your offer of yourself,
I can’t say no anymore,
I’m pulling you from the shelf.

Giving in means getting what I want,
Afterwards will I need you again?
Two weeks of waiting,
And I guess I’ll find out then.

please dont break my heart again

my heart is very weak

please dont look me in the eyes again

Im falling from this peak
 
 

I know just what youre after

but you cant have my soul

you cant quit this laughter, can you?

but wouldnt you rather be whole?
 
 

I thought your love was pure

I felt it in my heart

but now I`m seeking another cure

I need a reliable start
 
 

If you need love

use your whole life to make it real

dont play with my heart

make it heal
 
 

Our Earth
just like any beloved place
was once a paradise
an enchanted dream

Her rivers
her lakes
her sunsets.

Now only hatred
poisons our life
it's enveloping us
with pitiless fright

Every single angle
every single street
every single heart.

And it doesn't matter
who first poured
this innocent cry
this veil of blood :
I will depart this place
this pain
for  paradise
is within my heart.
 
 

You didn't withstand
tyrant  lizard king
the quick changes
of this weary world.
Despite your strength
you were eyeing with scare at

the wind that was blowing
the sea that was  roaring
the earth that was shaking

Yet
this novice tyrant
armed only with intellect
will not withstand.
Despite the bravery
we tremble

when the wind  blows
the sea roars
the earth shakes.
 
 

You are
our last thought.

First comes
the issue of sexual bias
then the colour of your skin
the nationalities
the problems of the country
the neighbours
the bitter sweet taste of the family.

Last comes the relationship
towards that person
that lives under our name
but  with whom we are
not on speaking terms

You are
our last thought.
Yet
you can breathe
without us.
 

I can manage without you
that is why I love you.
I do not tear off the
flowered branch from the tree
to put it in a vase at home.
I do not pick up  the shell
left alone on the shore
but I let it go back to the sea.
I close my eyes
and I fade away
in the scent of the flowers.
I stroke your skin
and taste the salt.
I can manage without you
that is why I love you.
 
 

Cloud appearing
and disappearing
you seem eternal
when I look at you
so eternal that you seem
a world of palace and castles
you seem the plot
of powerful and restless
landscapes of light.
Again the wind
tears off the rims
turning you into thin air
dispersing you into the sky.
How much we have changed
over these few instances
we have lived.
 

On the boundary lines
between dream and wakefulness
move worlds of you
worlds of me.
Somnambulistic beings
exposed
sensitive like the serpent casting its skin.
Hooked in vulnerability.
Floating in the mist oozing away
from the boundary line
where no one is solely strong
and nobody ever so weak.
Where the never imagined wander about
searching their redeemer in the unrest
and the children of the woods beckon you
closer to the unknown
which stands trembling with attention
under the level of consciousness:
a silvery flash in the corner of your eye.
Gone when you turn round.
Caught
in contemplation.
There
you are drinking green tea with a taste of melted snow
sinking.
I since a long time wander
in the boundary lines
wide open
to the call from the mist.