the road.

she went away.

he called for her

she turned around

laughing.

she dropped those kisses -

so many.

he catched them all

artfully

with just a single hand.

just like her heart.

she loved the music which he played

he loved her skin, so warm.

they loved each others closeness

which each of them never imagined they could bear again

for a long time

experienced

but never known.

they loved each others closeness

were thoughts got free.

easily

one could bare all

walls porous -

inching, coming closer.

nothing as before.

she screamed his name

he caught her in her falling, so sweet.

they would wake,

untrying not a single moment.

they'd never part.

with no morning.

with no day.

doubts will die in the magic moments of your first love

which wasn't the first.

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outfit: 'you look just like a petitfour.'

silk blouse & skirt: vintage

cashmere beret: galeria kaufhof

pearl earrings: bijou brigitte

boots: deichmann

watch: rolex

flower ring: DIY

the coloured sound of music.

[a solitairy, lonely girl

found the one who made her see

she's not lonely anymore,

and gave her a soltaire to make her see

she's his girl… and will be his –

forever.]

[I love your ways.

Your way of talking, walking,

singing with your hands, which fly over the piano

as crinkly waves on the sea,

or a seagull,

letting itself be worn on winds above the ocean.]

[You alone color my life with music

And I’m speechless of the sounds

you make me dare to hear

My melodies are only composed

for being heard by you 

because I love you.]

now dream, forgotten.

now dream, forgotten

in the somnambulists sleep

my solid sensation

hacked and picked.

and innocence slipped away

buried

in a kiss of life

a swirl.

a swirl.

just like a swirl i spin and spin

and you, you, you are ... the centre

which i am searching for

you, yes you

i'm searching for you, never-ending

with glances which wander,

relentlessly and watching and waiting

anxiously, yes fecklessly

and spinning, spinning

scant of breath

and wildly willing

for breathlessness

and you in my arms

you strangle my flight

with restlessness.

raped dreams and true revelations.

i had raped my dreams - lost something named me

with every step in sorrow, pitifully pattering as the cockroach in the kitchen.

often laying, wailing down to my earth.

... then there was some one running past me, one remains

looked me into my eyes, thine eyes, long before i saw you

and out of fear i haven't wrote myself onto you.

wasn't it me who ran, though my feet would never want

like my heart would have wanted to.

and now this was yours.

i hear your thoughts swimming through mine.

... with every breath i'm loving you more.

i never lived any longer but in thine stirs

and your heart will still carry second after second to me.

hold me, this sabulous soil underneath your feet

and let me forget in yours that is ours ...

let me be because you are and are mine.

explain how you will take me away

with papers and flowers and dreamy fingers.

take away those words of broken glass -

who else can bear those broken fragments but you?

nothing is more needful as me for thee -

and we lone lovers.

you died in beauty.

today a tragic and ... sad topic.

this is a poem i wrote about a model who died by suicide some years ago. her name was ruslana korshunowa. i've read an article in the stern magazine about her and was inspired to write this very poem.

i hope you like it.

it is featured in the poem anthology 'das herz ist ein organ aus feuer', purchaseable at amazon.de / amazon.com.

... this poem is about a tragic death in the stern, hard-fought microcosm of fashion models.

***

you died in beauty.

where have you gone. and where have you laid yourself down.

here, on the hard cobbled streets?

your body.

but where is your soul - now?

all around you - those police cordons.

behind them the gazers,

they seem to have nothing to do

but to penetrate you with their lifeless eyes.

those, who seem to live.

but there's one thing i know-

you're dead.

but you had a dream,

you said that once.

the white house in the cherry garden,

with roses climbing on the exterior walls of the house.

on the porch: the bench with its silky pillows.

and rest.

rest and peace ...

rest from yourself and this maze out there,

where no one seems to live anymore.

and now you lie there.

still a bit rosy-tinted - your cheeks,

though your body already busted.

your oh so long hair fly in a rush of wind, that wafts around us.

it's cold - he whips your hair through this storm.

did you only charm to sleep?

now here it lies, your hair, scattered, ruffled by loads and loads of fingers,

to make your beauty visible,

to make it tangible

but nobody ever could.

since now, with you lying there, you showed all those people around you

how fragile it was.

and you took it with you.

into death.

no doubt ...

you died in beauty.

the camera of dreams.

this is a text i wrote a few years ago and with which i also participated in a group reading in bruehl with my literature club ('dieräuber77', named after the literal work of the past master goethe).

hope you like it.

the camera of dreams.

'we're from the same material of which our dreams are made of, and this small life is as short as a sleep.'
this was once said by a very smart person. now animated by this very sentence and a good friend of mine, i started to wonder about dreaming in general, life and sleeping.
why, for all the world, do we dream - and why does everybody dream in a different way?
have YOU ever thought about that?
it's not only about the issues ...

suspect.

as heavens saints were crying bitterly

and heard in shallow shadows ... now -

do you hear my mourning heart?

do you see my soul trembling

beneath forces of evil wickedness?

do you feel the gaze of thousands -

darkness eyeing me with angry suspicion?

aeon.

Aeon.

I have a longing for eternity

It never seemed that I would be able to find it

Find something which leaves no pain

But joy and happiness

And now that I know you

I seem to know what you’re meaning to me

Everything is embedded in light

And slightly I realize

It could last for eternity

seaching for the moon in my diamond eye.

i searched for your moon

in my diamond eye

and the memory gave way

to the reflection of a winters eve

when a petal of your heart

landed in the palm of my hand.

a shakespearean tribute.

dost thou know that I love thee
thou'st more art and more lovely
than all that was, and once had been
and all that's music, love and light
will honour your beauty in delight
and brought out of the feeble dark
to thou, my saviour, sought so long.

the pursuit of happiness.

...i took this poem from my second book, 'das herz ist ein organ aus feuer' - available on amazon.de

*

Constitution said:

„I inherit the pursuit of happiness.“

I will believe in my rights

As fearlessly and mutually as you do.

I inherit the pursuit of love

And love I will get.

Promised, it is, to my soul.

ray bradbury.

“You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” 

 (Ray Bradbury.)

... a bit cheesy i think. but this is one of my favourite citations by contemporary writer ray bradbury. those few sentence mean a lot to me. over a long period of time these words have brought me through my days - and i also applied them a lot ...
some of the works i will show you over the course of time.

have you ever read sth by ray bradbury?
... or do you write yourself?

sanctuary.

you are

not dead.

you are

vivid blood

and angels fall quiet in me

to silent music

clear fog

arouses my being

you have touched my life

i want to be the world with you

i want to breathe forever with you

you are

my forever.

fill me within my moon - on the surface of your sky.

fill me
fill me within my moon

steady and strong
on the surface of your sky

laughing in the corner of a smile

is easy when you're around

it is easy to be

if i am beside you
breathing is easy
when gasping in the dead of night
my soul enlightens

if you are mine
we are
1

heisted breath.

now i don't know anything. anything anymore. now i'm here without you. once more. now i simply don't know what to do. everytime we part, i feel as if i'm only one half of the human being i can be when i'm with you. with you, i am whole. i just can't help it. i feel so lost without you. you heisted the whole of me. you heisted my breath, my body, my love, my life. i feel myself dying a little more with every day i cannot be near to you. i have been craving for you, all my life. and since the day i met you, since the day you made me yours, i'm missing you ever more. you have shown me the feeling of getting happy and sad at the same time, although i know i can have all worldly goods i have ever dreamed about. but all i want is one thing - being near to you, all the rest of my life. i simply want you. i'm craving for you, simply because you have the abilty to make me whole and turn me into nothing in unision. because you carry this heart in your hand i cannot ever again call my own. all i want is you. i just can't help it. i need you. i love you.

life, night and death.

Conceiving me in the darkness...

I feel its' glaze, caressing -

searching, in passing hours

...as your arms, twined around me