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
My tongue is tied
tinted scarlet windows
that I fly through
as I let my grasp go
from the guide meant for peace.
My chances decrease,
while my dreams do the opposite.
I mix up your silence
with the screams of my hope
to be saved.
I’m depraved
from the touch I long to feel again,
with your voice and face
engraved into my desire
for a better future.
This may seem like a love poem,
but it’s a glove
that holds a situation
a situation of no conversation.
I listened to silence for a sign.
Thinking your eyes said something
your mouth only did once.
My tongue is tied
as I wave goodbye
to the figure
society calls a crush.
eight legs skittered by
fear made me step on its life
then saw last web shine
Haiku#1
gossip as stray cats
steals from the window ajar—
no respect for home
Haiku#2
wind blows aimlessly
scattering our untrained fires
across the terrain
Haiku#3
under his pillow
our boy rests a laurel leaf
in pursuit of dreams
I want to shut my eyes and dream
floating, lifting the pressure off my spine
I want to exist without necessity
free from desire—from expectation
and yet I do,
exist.
painfully so
I’ve become my wost nigtmare
like my father- a cynic
but without children or excuse
a blameless grey blob in search of the edge
to plunge into the next dimension
where I am nameless and free
and yet still,
I exist.
birds singing through their feathers
her heart in her skin's footsteps
will not remember where it once remembered
a shadow left lying to her breast
under trees she hopes to melt
though still on ground their stinging pelt
birds singing through their feathers
will not remember where it once remembered
like shadows, tongue's to be full u n c e a s i n g hunger
there is no way to this darkness
there is a Phillies fan named Dan
who roots for them from the stands
this year it is said
they play like they are dead
Dan better find a new team when he can
When Love is broken so is our friendship
I've been looking for a women with a devilish grin
Been looking for a women in silhouette white
I've been wanting a women who's a little of both
I think I've seen her in peripheral flight
there was a young lad from Atholl
who claimed he was large and natural
one night it was said
with Flo in bed
she said actually you have a major shortfall
there was a young cad named Bill
who liked to chase blondes for a thrill
one night it was said
with a lass in bed
she said you are juxtaposed with a brunet named Jill
Planets may crash
but we have touched
the sun and moon
and the heavens light
up our love
as we dance among
the stars
Tonight at least
we are one
Normally people claim to like
New things. However, this is
Not always the case.
Neuropharmacologists have found that high levels of
Norepinephrine can alter minds to cause other
Neurotransmitters to direct thoughts along
Non-divergent paths so that the old is preferred and
Now reject any changes to environment.
Naturally people will take a
Noncommittal approach to all of this by denying all of this if asked
Negotiations will then take place to elicit the truth from these
Nonconformists who feel that anything said will be printed in the latest
Newsletter for Neurological Sciences which will make them appear to be
Neurotic
Neophytes. They may feel they have to inhale copious amounts of
Nitrous Oxide to regain their sense of
Normalcy. But this is being
Naïve.
No amount of a drug will allow them the
Novel lifestyle they so enjoy.
there was a young lass named May
whose parents thought a virgin she would stay
one day she missed
then took a test
and said oops I'm in a family way
hard packed sand under foot
she and I walk hand in hand
orange glow on the horizon
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