I translated this from German to English. Which unfortunately makes it less elegant.
To share my love,
nothing more painful can I imagine,
than to tear my heart in two.
To be bound to someone eternally,
but never fully belong to him
There is neither yes nor no,
just endless desire.
To be betrayed, in the
most cruel way, is not
with the body, but
with the heart.
Chaos of emotions, Love and
Suffering have never been closer to
each other.
How will this End, no
solution in sight
With pain and tears?
I don't know
The obligation, to have to make a decision
weighs heavily on my Shoulders
As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
A polar bear unexpectedly washed up
on a beach of sun-soaked sand, blinking at palm trees
like they were part of some cosmic prank.
He tried to build a snow fort out of coconuts and optimism,
but everything kept melting~
except his dignity.
Soon he learned to waddle in flip-flops,
sip pineapple juice through a straw, and fan himself with a leaf
the size of his entire head.
He decided, with a shrug, that life is mostly about adapting~
even if you’re a creature of snow
learning to love the warm, ridiculous world.
JACKIE WE SAY BYE
MAY YOUR SOUL SOAR TO THE SKY
FOREVER FLY HIGH
the smile on that bear’s face picked up the Christmas pace
A card from the fifties, yet it still holds love and grace
Who mailed this card? From whom could this treasure be?
I never found out, though I tried to through 1993
Finally deciding it did not matter whatsoever
This Christmas card lightens the worst weather
The smile on this whimsical polar bear
Tells me that someone does love me and care
they glowered at me as I came over the hill
I could see the bear and the girl were both angry still
Not sure what I did, but they gave me horrible looks
I wanted to crawl inside one of those fantasy books
I said “hello” but the girl did not give me anything but a stare
There was a low menacing growl from her pet, the mean bear
I would have been fearful if the growl had come from the girl
She is the meanest of the two, said my cousin Pearl
When I was a child I had a teddy bear His fur was brown and he was filled with horses hair
He had black nose and two blue glass eyes
My Teddy bear was given to me as a big suprise
I lost my teddy bear one time and I cried tears of pain
Thinking I had lost my Teddy bear and I wouldn't see him again
I looked everywhere for my Teddy bear my companion my best friend
I promised myself if I couldn't find my Teddy bear
My search would never end
Years have passed and I never found my teddy bear is my teddy by himself all alone somewhere
Maybe someone found him and my teddy bear they decided to keep
Maybe my teddy bear is helping their child to go to sleep
Teddy wherever you are I hope you had a life of joy
To me teddy bear you were my friend not just my teddy bear toy
There is plenty of times to stay in my lane
To try and beat my own PR on the same course
However now is not the time to rest on my laurels
Not time to simply add edifice to what I’ve mastered
Growth requires pruning and sometimes replanting
Cutting deeper into the halls of unknown
My mind and body have healed with a gap
A gap on a tree for a new branch to bloom
A season to grow so I can later on sow
Muscles do not grow unless the routine is thrown
My soul pines to be put to a new test
The lord gave us stem cells for a reason
A little brown bear yawned
and crawled into his cozy
cave to sleep.
Outside, the fluffy winter
snow began to fall gently
in the dark.
He curled up tight, dreaming
of sweet honey until the
spring returned.
I cannot hibernate without my friend, Daddy.
Baby bear was smitten with his snowman, Maddy
Maddy never said a word, was frozen in place
Daddy saw he could not refuse with any grace
He relented and Baby Bear brought Maddy to the cave
We are going to hibernate until winter, he said, grave
Maddy did not react, did not say one little thing
But only a hat and scarf remained in the spring
Who has served the bear the barista asked her crew
In hiding now was her wait staff, Leland and Lulu
Who has served the bear? She yelled to the head chef.
Her voice sounded sharp like a distorted treble clef.
Finally, the Barista came over to serve the bear herself.
Can you please use that blue cup high up on the shelf?
Sure, she replied, being as sweet as she could be that day.
The bear paid his money and whisked his coffee away.
My friends saw you in the town last week,
I guess it’s time for me to leave.
So I don’t have to face you,
Otherwise, I’d start thinking about those days, when I caught you!
Yesterday, I saw your message for me,
It was the last time, me seeing it, in future I swear I’ll never see!
Those words in the message were surely fake!
It’s been seven years, stop the cap for God’s sake!
What do you want to talk about?
Every word you’ll say, I’ll definitely doubt.
Because, what you always said was a lie!
Therefore, stop contacting me and it’s my final goodbye!
Sun in His Bare Hands
A boy walks bare feet through hot street
With balloons like sun he holds with pride
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
Through hot street, bare feet, the boy walks
The summer burns, his skin like coal
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With skin like coal, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With sad balloons, he stands alone
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Eyes calm and gold, for coins he waits
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Across the road his thin feet roam
One day he’ll rise above the thorn
No dust can soil, the pearl of heart
Bear always went overboard, spending money
It made his wife crazy, his girl, his honey
He has bought food supplies for winter she said
We hibernate! He does not need to be fed!
He bought a scarf, boots, striped mittens and a comforter too.
He bought a snazzy down-lined coat in azure blue.
Bears do not need these things, but he will not listen.
He even bought a snow angel with hair that glistens!
I am the taker of your sanity.
Have I lost my humanity?
What I see before me can’t be true.
Nikki, I see the wrong version of you.
So obsessed with you I was for years.
But now my eyes feel flooded with tears.
The wish I made I know now was ungodly.
I only wanted though for you to love me.
That “One Willow Branch’ I had to break,
but I’ve turned you into someone who is fake.
Logic and compassion, Nikki, you now lack.
How I wish my wish I could take back.
As if in a trance you smile and come creeping,
and I think you even watch me as I’m sleeping.
We’re playing now a game of cat and mouse.
You even tried to trap me in my own house.
My need to possess you turned you jealous and insane.
The real you, Nikki, is shrieking in my brain.
To set you free, I must kill myself although
I’ll leave you in a mess! Oh why
did I ever break that “One Wish Willow.”
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