Author Archives: Krstn Drupp

Alice III

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Hey there Alice, how do you do!

I have found a song that makes me think of you,
of all the evenings skating long past bedtime
and some funny dyed star that you could not see,
Alice,
I remember everything…

It’s a song I sang with you,
coffee in the shower, cigarettes after sex
we did not need pretexts
nor a book to guide us through,
love was blank for us to write
“I would have done everything with you”
I wish I’d do,
go up that hill once more with you…

Alice dearest, how do you do!

It’s a song I listen to
filled with autumn leafs and Bible queries,
one way or another
we’re going far and even farther,
for true sinners there is no earthly border
and I already confessed,
my fears killed the best I never had…

Sing with me
skin on skin, and the space between,
a little prayer
it’s alright, as I am fading out,
don’t let me fall
a high pitched toll will break the wall,
Alice,
put your arms and pull me under…

Alice, I do!

Transformation

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I am growing feathers
my skin is getting dark
eyes see further, it is high
I am turning into a crow….

Save me from my own denial
come like a yellow prince;
I burn with every word
nails boiling from the plague,
this is the path I took,
I sip water to washout the truth
and my book is filled with hollows,
will you love me?
shall you see?
my heart is growing tired
live to it or let it be..

I fly too high
I burn the eye that sees,
like Icarus I tend to breathe
but pillars fall and bridges die,
hold me once
hold me tight
and love me from the silence
adore me from the dark,
I’m looking for a brother
I am searching for a sign…

I am black
my nails are sharp
feathers dark and feelings high,
this is why
the love is kind…

Poem II

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The Red Turtle by Nick-Ian @DeviantART

I walked off a cliff and put my ear onto the Sea
and there were all,
each heart had wings and swam under me
and my love floated through mirrors I was not allowed to see,
for that was my own,
I was here and the doors took to me
new pair of arms to plant one tree
new pair of eyes to greet,
I slept into the deep
with every thought I loved, I lived…

Sunday mood

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You make me smile and I bring you waffles
there are roses in a jar and the coffee’s whistling,
hidden once more under the blankets
I read you stories from the morning paper
and Steve ran out and is waking up the neighbors…

Your opera stance is mostly garbage
but you have all of Mark Knopfler on vinyl
and that’s really fine for my dancing skills blow,
but when out walking our steps rhyme
and when indoors crying it’s like everybody died…

You worry too much where I imagine crazy stuff
and it’s bad for cholesterol and for both our hearts
but you make me smile and I make you pies,
I am an ungrateful bastard every once in a while
so I write you poems and you tend to forgive…

“Your mistakes are your best teachers”
no word about chicken in your fortune cookies
so I promised to stay up to the journey’s end,
when you look up at me I get warm and fuzzy
and hands lock like lovers on that bridge in Köln…

You gave me a painting and so many books to read
I have the plant you brought to groom and grow
and I live in France and have croissants everyday,
there’s a place you also love where I’d like to go
it’s up in the mountains not far from home…

For whom the heart tolls

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It’s almost midnight
my thoughts went chasing falling stars,
in the long past dark
my eyes are writing hearts
and on a river sailing west
I kept a promise to my friend
I held the words and gave my chest
a longing for your head to rest…

It’s three minutes past
my arms are paddles in the grass
the rain is warm on my back
and I pour sand over my steps,
and in the silence that falls
I read chapters in the Psalms
and my heart tolls strong
without riddles or restrain…

Roses

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Far away from home
swimming in the cold sea all alone,
I put trust in my Holy Father
then I shout the name I hold
and send waves to endless borders…

I believe in the stars I saw
there is more to it than a dark and silent whole,
they struck chords of a harp I own
and poured kisses in my soul –
I’m a thief and took your years and keep them locked,
Bruce may tell the stories in the end
but this day I quit rising walls that break
and start riding with myself…

New Year’s eve in Times Square and the sunrise at lake Braies,
I was blind and now I dream,
life is short and my shirt caught fire
and roses burn on a highway to the south
wild and free,
my heart is never tiered…

Faun

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E marți, iarbă rece, nu sunt nori,
liniște –
pictez desculț, cu greutatea trupului, în culori predefinite,
un singur nor,
pot să trăiesc în amintiri?

Apă, curge peste mine și din mine,
sunt un izvor, sunt Faun
și sălcii îngenunchează,
înăuntru e foc –
e inima mea ce topește suflete…

Ieri am rănit o fecioară
și soarele s-a stins în cer de sânge;
e liniște,
ea s-a prelins peste stele
și gândurile-i sunt ramuri ce se hrănesc din mine…

Și caut,
o pânză goală pe care să adun flori,
o casă, o stâncă și un stejar
și brațe albe aruncate peste zări –
dragoste am!

Pont Neuf

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I am dancing,
I have dreams I’ve never dared to have
dark is becoming a shade of the light,
my eyes shine,
I love you heart of mine, how could I have been so cruel?
mornings are a painting I once saw in France,
and then I did pray and confess –
I’d do everything with you once more
changing parts that played out wrong…

Be mad and let’s jump off Pont Neuf together
when in love we’re so much better,
I’ll build you a home
we’ll walk in the sky at noon together
you will wear sandals in the snow,
the words we spoke are forever
will you be there to rise a cross for shelter?
believe the world is better
and my thoughts will never shatter…