Kriah the sign of deep sorrow
The example shown for other to follow
For what do we need for what happened that tommarow
The Viel of the Temple and Gods heart that sorrows
Dust laden window grilles,
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor.
Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief.
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.
Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!
Du denkst zu viel!
David J Walker
Du denkst zu viel!
She said
Wanting my hands
And not my head
Klappe zu und küss mich
Wanting my lips
But nothing they said
Das ist besser, findest du nicht?
I did
But my eyes could not lie
And the thoughts she read
Du denkst zu viel!
She said
Ich möchte wissen,
wie du dich fühlst
So we did
I'll see you there.
In a place where the words are not sharp,
and where the wounds can heal.
A place where the shadows come to life,
and dreams seem so real.
Where the carousel spins round,
tuning in circles,
until you fall down.
In this place is where I find my heart,
and where I can mend the parts.
Here is where I lose myself,
there inside the dark.
It is where one can reveal themselves,
from their disguise,
and finally feel real.
To escape from the past,
and where the present stands still.
As the pieces mend,
I lay and pretend.
Life is a creative
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)
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