fall is coming rain and chill
dusk colored hot spice
and your blonde turns red
shinning silver to one’s breath
walking barefoot like a tiger
you serve wonders for desert,
twenty something miles ashore
where your blue turns green
feels like seventeen once again,
the young shapes on the floor
unless knees are bruised on fire
can’t spell ire form desire,
and we are fast driving
but I still need more –
a supernova in a winter storm
wild dancing and changing form
giving life to amazing chaos
filling up the heart and soul
without rhythm and control
bringing music to the whole,
is a spark I could call love…
Category Archives: Falling in love
Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call
No other way
I pray to my Lord
to wake up one day and say to myself “there is no other way”
I’ve been weak
I have been Disturbed
listened to bad rock for my father’s good luck…
I am The Beast,
a giant crawler coming from East
invading the west with desire to nest
with no responsible fashion I invoke good tension, in your bones –
scream
moan
take what you want dearest Simone
you filthy loyal lovable whore
you turn my life into porn gore,
with the head in the sand it is you that’s going to bend
my precious doll,
I have no soul, you took it from me
drinking your poison set me free
let me be, touch and see, the garden of Eden is not for me
I must suffer, must endure –
Be my inspiration
late night vision and dark temptation
ignite my fire, give me wine and call me “Sire” in the Church and in my tower
make me devour
You!
kneel before me and take me good
like only true lovers should
I long to feel The Need, to drop a tear
before I paint your body with white smear,
give me children give me life,
transform me sweeter, help me be born twice,
for in the desert with no joy
you are my future where I am your toy
to play a new note on a tight chord,
exposing disaster
go faster
show me love’s wicked drug, exploit my desire
never tired
“there is no other way”…
The Poem
I want to write a poem about a time I have forgotten
I want to sing a song we played a life ago
running long the streets to another half-full café
where people kept smoking and beer was cheap,
do you remember the guitar riffs
and the full glasses with good words to sip,
used to get drunk on glances and the last Sunday hit
your red ribbon on that sky blue dress
I’ve danced you baby to the last of my deep breaths…
I want to write the words, all that I have promised
I want them engraved on a stone from the sea
for the world to know and your heart to feel it
all that’s been missing is what we left behind,
I do remember the walks in the park
pride made us wrong and guilt drove me crazy,
my way took a wrong turn and I could not find you
I took a chance to ask a big diamond
and the sun went purple in a pool of free stars…
I want to write a poem about a good time
I want to sing a song about tomorrow…
Life after you
I find it hard to follow
it’s hard not to believe
you are not the sunny mornings
the sun is more a cerebral imprint,
is this a hint?
made me be a giant
a bear to hug if cold outside
and
I
still love you…
why can’t you believe
roses in the garden
oaks that drain into the sea
sometimes I will wonder
what is you and me,
a game we played so well
promises to void
feelings that rebel
dancing in the evening
who am I to tell…
I loved you for an evening
a way to ring the bell
colors fading
what else is there to spell,
my heart belongs to nothing
to something I have felt
and flowers in the morning
kissing under stars
I had you for a while
my lips to spell your name,
missing
the painting of a mile
and greatness comes along
to play
the odor in your smile
made me live again…
Sonnet IV
If I ever fall and follow for a while
know it’s not beauty that made me come along
nor the burning in your wandering lips
or the depths of ocean eyes,
I heard the call in stories you have told
and in voices turning sunshine on the reel…
Love (Story)
Love is that one kiss on the forehead as the sun beams into little ponds formed by the rain filling our foot marks in the forest,
warmth after a cold morning,
sharing the last cigarette with coffee in the garden,
a plunge in strong memories igniting lost fire,
crying together in a Hungarian tavern,
calls running late into the night,
a private diary page opened,
building,
tormenting,
anticipating,
thirst and water,
loosing and finding faith,
drunk kissing,
in the dark,
caught,
fear,
coming back home and silent prayer on the steps of a locked church,
away,
a riddle,
a longing for more,
a night at the movies,
yellow flowers on a cloudy day,
a purple star that does not exist,
closer,
first kiss,
expectations,
a night trip by the bus,
small box in woolen thread,
light auburn hair and teddy bear,
an Indian restaurant somewhere,
drinking on the left side of the Rhone,
highest road over mountains and room with a view to the stars
tram 28, two glasses of Porto and Fado,
left –
the pain,
the questions,
“Talk to me!”,
a rock concert at the Eiffel tower,
the trip,
the visits,
the mother,
her daughter,
one last kiss to say goodbye,
brunch in the city of painters,
new year in Paris,
“On the Road”,
September the 30th
…
…
“Happy Holidays Stardust!”
Elephunts
I am wrong
you are wrong
life is nothing but a sadly played love song,
embracing fears on snowy nights
hot tea and spicy pumpkin coffee latte
and letters in the mailbox with handwritten thoughtful doves,
poetry when in despair
a good little song to take it well,
I am not perfect
you are also far
but the highs are in the stars
and there is ice-cream in the storm
purple rivers sailing north
turning warm the very cold
snow fights justifying being close
going up on slippery slopes
I was dreaming
and dreaming were you,
me imagining you while imagining me,
I am but a fool
and so are you
drowning in the sea good memories,
remember when asked me twice
if you held me someday really tight
who may tell in the awful bright
is this the morning or the deepest of nights?
P.S. Happy New Year! …and no regrets
Azulejos
I make up stories to survive
and paint them in my bright blue vibe,
remembered thoughts form yesterday
eyes that smiled before they went away,
like that evening on our deck someday
long before the hair turned gray…
I loved a girl and she loved me back
but why were I so sweetly sad
it must’ve been a void I truly had
for I woke up, it was too late…
I shall remember you
as the days we danced and the moon,
the tram 28 and narrow paved roads
you showed me but I could not see
blind to the light that shone in me…
Azulejos, to give life to walls
one poem may reach your soul,
the evening was sad the evening was cold
but not as much as the last words she’s said…
It’s music that runs through me
an old lady singing,
she knows my heart like the back of her hand
not in the words she spells
nor wrinkled notes on her head,
for poetry is one lonely friend…
Green Eyes
Oh I need eyes to see
beauty that was put in me
for I am blind
to the passing and the time,
this heavy heart needs rest
from sunflowers feeding off my chest
and I need to grow
vineyards in my desert soil
on the paths I traced for finding me;
and they are green,
like musky valleys in between
mountains shaking when you scream,
and I need those eyes to see
through colors fading next to me,
the face of the unknown
voices speaking backwards
when there’s no one there to be,
close your eyes
and look and love with me
there is always this to see,
the sunshine,
and the oath you took with me…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 