Bleeding hands,
dear rub
your  face
analyse over and over
       what is there to ask but
one thing:
do you
really wanna cling to this
do you

Standing proudly now in his
purple silk-dress, tall
and lifting
the sky on his back
come on,
he says
I think I am allowed
what an untypical sight he makes;
that proud face lacking
all signs of arrogance

You hand me
words that I translate
into colour for you so that you
can understand
I loosen them up
break, gently, their hard lines and shapes
so that their energy becomes one
you can handle
so that this world becomes
one you can handle,
dear

What you call
imagination, Dear
I simply call it
memory

Because the fish
in the sea
never forbade themselves
to be aware of the water

Because the girl
in this world
always had eyes
for the bees and the leaves
of grass
and the air

Darkness as
The quiet potential

For light

Waits
Surrounds you

Patiently

Tolerating all labels and fears
With open arms

Such a stunning piece of work
it has become
and glowing
in the bright sunlight

Only here and there
are some spots that need
mending
still-

an ill feeling of
half-presence befalls me
every time I step
into such a spot-

But only for a second
before I kneel down-
hot and panting-
next to my toolbox and start
filling in the space
and thus connecting-

      This Bridge is not
a simple gateway to get
from one place to
another

But rather
is it in itself
a connection piece

I want to write
a poem for YOU

who has suffered so much
who has seen
so much
and was- for so
so long-
not allowed to see

For YOU
who was always there
sometimes in a dark, dark corner
sometimes out
in the daylight and
dancing

Who never really left
just went
somewhere else in order
to survive

For YOU
who was there before my tiny feet
were touched by the doctors and nurses
before my mother looked into my eyes
for the first time
before I took my first
oxygen breath
before anyone could know-

For YOU
and for the fact
that you are with me
even in times where
I did not believe in
anything
when the waves came rolling so high
and the rain fell so heavy
and the storm blew so hard
I couldn't even
see the shore

This is for YOU
and for me
and to honor
the most beautiful
fact of all-

That it does not matter anymore
whether it is for YOU
or for me
because
we
are
not apart
anymore.

She sits next to you now, on the dusty
Brick wall munching a green apple
Unperturbed
As your thoughts about time
Are still rattling

So,
She states, looking at you
I have been
Here beside you all the time,
Haven't I

Your brain snaps

She winks.

Then, with a click,
Your brain takes it, got it

Move.

Stretch
your backbone,
Love,
You' ll need it

defeated and
in corners lie
your enemies

you look through all
your withered poetry and find a piece
that states:

There lie my gorgeous troubles,
the Loveless and the Judges

Breathe out
and know that
you have laboured well
to get this piece of truth
out on the table

that, stubborn and ferocious as you are,
no label will stick hard enough on you
to soak you back into their games

Time to wake up and say
to those who prefer playing
that playing time is over-
that grey suits will not help
to cover up, disguise, a sleeping mind

That, with a BANG, you'll wake them
and make them shake til
every
single
molecule
has chosen to light up
in color.

There go my gorgeous troubles;
the Loveless and the Judges
~

You see
Three old men
Sitting on chairs, smoking and
Having a coffee in the sun
And say
These lazy *******
Not realizing
That you are the lazy one
Who lets his freedom,
Voice
And love
*******
Out of fear of
Taking
Responsibility.

what is love, what hate
what is a fifth grader picking up
a dead bird
what is your hand moving
to touch a bluebell flower
without a second thought
what your heart
in your word
what is love
what hate
how much weighs
your statement
in this cold winter air
how much
your warm breath

You brace yourself take
A deep breath
Before you open
That **** Box and find
A live dog INSIDE, gazing up at you
Half embarrassed half
Amused about you FINALLY
making Up your mind.

🐱🐶

If God knows what
Is written all over your face
And if you stand
Outside my door
Your shoulders down
And tears clouding your vision

I am going
To embrace you -
Nothing else.

I see you and I write this
To acknowledge
And appreciate your love and pain
And I will do everything
To heal you 🌀♥️

a voice makes the desert trees shake
and sand curl around your navel
in an airy breeze
caressing the relief outline of the Wakhan mountains
on your skin
the hot core within tranquil
this is
a night of peace
the stars' sincere presence
as soothing as ever

At the edge of your perception borders
the image of
a fuzzy silhouette a figure
zigzagging through
tundra snow
in quiet speed -
a mental movement
reaches you
covered in still ice crystals -
a reminder
of just how far
feels close to you

I feel you in my backbone
always there
always
I feel you
with all I have
never go away
never leave me

Braided hair around
her elegant head
she knows her feet well knows
her steps but does not care
so much cares more about
her music
her whole body
in unconditional agreement
amplifying
her Song

In a silent
Corner of Universe there sits
A young, shy Figure of light
Knowing
The dark Space holds -
Not absorbs -
Him

He waits there, patiently
But with an eager Heart
Til you give him
The Signal

Eager to Show himself
Before your very own Eyes

👁️