October ends (II)

Posted on 11 November 2019 by Krstn Drupp

October ends in Paris, once more the barrel’s filled
I’m missing up nobody but feelings I have willed,
the church’s tower burned down to the ground
now you see the skies when kneeling at the holy crown
rains wash out your sorrows and you dry up in the sun
and wonder if your writing could paint the story right…

The trains you used to book have never ceased to run,
where Pissarro still brushes up on the rue de l’Hermitage
you’ve slept on air with roaches running errands in the dark,
while the cold steps to the showers woke you every time
you gave it from your heart and could follow far beyond
all you asked in change was loving not some nickles in a jar…

October ends in Paris and November follows close
in a wagon in a forest on this day they stopped the war,
drinking wine to celebrate I keep the wishing to myself
for I have won this battle yet soreness hardly ever fades,
‘What happens to the Heart?’ asked Cohen from the side
‘You see, I knew about the ending’ was all I’ve ever got…

Alice IV

Posted on 17 October 2019 by Krstn Drupp

Hey there Alice, where are you now?
It’s been years since we let our guard down
and the weirdness grew like a garden flower,
oh dearest Alice, I wonder,
if purple stars keep shining
or is it just a thought that I’ve once had
a little sparkle that was only in my head?

Oh Alice, I really hope you are doing great
in that pretty world that used to be so swell,
do you remember the poppies in the fields
upon a cup of coffee in a little lucky town
you flew them home,
and we both got on that plane
but we’ve never gotten back the same…

Hey Alice, what’s your latest favorite song?
could it be a little lion or the western stars,
mind me not for I live just fine
ironically, in the city I disliked,
Alice that I always love and always hurt
were you to see a candle shining in the dark
would you come or would you part?

Music

Posted on 13 September 2019 by Krstn Drupp

I need music to put the days in motion
for music is the color of the life I gathered
and my core burns notes instead of carbon,
I need dancing in my soul even if my feet be freezing
and the jumping beat of changing weather,
to close my eyes and surrender to the dreaming…

So sing to me your longest ballads stranger
don’t let sunshine pass without your fingers playing
and paint your pastels in the fountains of my lights,
I live on rhymes and lyrics spoken from the heart
may your voice be more than just vibrations
and your chords be strings your feelings stroke…

Sonată

Posted on 15 July 2019 by Krstn Drupp

Scrie-mi peste umbre frunzele albastre
și fragmente rupte din cărțile desculțe…

Spre orizonturi albe căile se leagă,
în buchete strânse
în dimineți uitate cerul se botează,
zorile sunt gânduri;
și flăcări curg peste treptele ce urc –
eu sunt și o apă…

Naște pentru semne brațele de arbori
trupul meu te poartă barcă peste valuri…

Citește stele sfinte și duhul meu în ceară
pelerini de seară,
nopțile sunt calde, somnul ne conduce
vise împreună,
și șoapte se așează peste mugurii de rouă
tălpile sunt două…

Curge peste tâmple în sărutări umide
o liniște mai mare decât lumea toată…

June 2

Posted on 24 June 2019 by Krstn Drupp

First love came like rain in June
second one would crumble down,
and the girls that danced since then
their eyes will fade like misty winds,
but this One, she’s here to stay –
calls you ‘darling’ every day
can’t believe the dream is gone
and you are very much awake…
took her hand one night in Paris
you did help her find the way
kissing softly on your cheek
she did help you cross that bridge….
funny gifts and one pink tie
she brings sunshine on her skies
and you hold her dearly too
like a diamond ring or two…

Belle

Posted on 16 December 2018 by Krstn Drupp

In a foreign land turning on the radio
wakes me up in ages I thoroughly erased,
a tune I used to paint on icons in the church
playing chords in manners they actually deserve
but crystal readings were never my pretense,
some news were always getting old
people open up the eyes they’ve never seen
and the highway to the altar is desert
the band keeps going, reciting as foretold
poetry and shopping lists for lovers that forgot…

Listening this morning my hands are getting bent
skin is softer and my voice sounds clearer
the present opens doors the past has never had
I’m inclined to build up stairs reaching to the stars,
will you be my lover and I will be your grizzly bear
frightening the tourists when I don’t hibernate
I will take you see the sunrise at that mountain lake,
drinking coffee in the cold you’ll pour a glass of wine
kiss the lips that swear and we shall turn out fine
love me in the storm and I will love you to the end…

To my fans

Posted on 24 November 2018 by Krstn Drupp

I am writing letters to my fans
groupies gathered at the electric fence –
it has been a while
I have missed you Kyle,
on the streets the life is tough
luckily I’ve found a cheap ass pub
fifteen pints for my last pounds,
hey Dolores dance a round
even if there is no tune
I will sing with you tonight
clothes and bother falling down,
and the poetry I wrote
is for the girls I almost loved
all I’ve felt and never told
put on plate to dine upon;
take the books before the burn
chapters noted must be read
pages folded shall be left
in this world there is no end,
cutting skin to look inside
hands are gloved, the spirit cold
I have yet to touch a heart
beating faster than the sun,
and the wall that goes forever
keeps it hidden from the rest
If I ever say those words
hope they trust to carry gold…

True love

Posted on 16 November 2018 by Krstn Drupp

Friday night, half light
drinking wine and playing indie tunes
stories come and dreamers go
I close my eyes and let the true love flow,
the dog makes traces running in the snow
and kids throw echos in the fort they sleep –
and I found Alice…

Half asleep, my angel crying
no one takes me to the Moulin Rouge,
my friends work decent jobs that pay
and in the rush of celebration build a home
to put candles and the fame on Christmas trees,
I beg them to believe
true love needs no sparkling fees…

Starry night, half dark, half bright
my hands run highways in her eyes
I embrace the life of Stephan Angst
and pour rivers to oceans from my soul,
the sinners are forgiven
with paper airplanes never reaching dawn,
Alice called the priest for both…

Armistice

Posted on 11 November 2018 by Krstn Drupp

We sailed together in the hour of our youth
a boat we boarded sharing paddles to the final truth,
the river is narrow but it never ends,
on a bench for two strangers turned into best friends
but the fate is cruel and calls brothers to the war,
in the second that it’s left we must decide
will you love me as I do and will I love you too?

The day has come to part our troubled ways
we dream, we cry, yet everyone shall celebrate,
years behind are words on paper in the rain
and memories will start to fade making place for love,
darling we are stories in the sand, don’t look back;
start walking and pretend the life has joyful ends
and on this day eat cake and forget the face of hate –

It is written in the stars for paths to sometimes cross
if hearts once loved they’re never strangers in the dark
and no library of thoughts contains the mystery you held
but could you understand that stairways often fall
it’s about the people that rules are always meant to break,
write me wishes on a card and burn it in the night
and sail the river south once each year for all my life…