Posts Tagged With: truth

some-thing


it had been a chessboard
and nothing else
from plain cardboard and perfect squares
it stood upon the bookcase in the living room
after the old man died
no one knew where else it was

only the little girl writing neverending stories
would eventually
remember

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The Last Olive Tree


– grabby man, why do you have such empty eyes?
– it is not true child
look deep and you will see
crystal fish beneath the well’s gravel
unimparted secrets
where neither thieves’ hoe sliced
nor master’s bucket stole

– man you are like thistle’s flower
no one tastes you
apart from grizzled goats
– the sun is blinding you my child
otherwise you would have known
that I made a vow long ago
to grow upon a land that doesn’t tremble
forever on the tongue of truth
to keep silent
until the stars will fall down
all under my temples
until the fools will forget laughter and crying

you will hold my hand
a branch bowing in the wind
with a knife made of bone
you will cut me at sunrise

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Chain Reaction


Someone was dragging an iron ball behind his right foot. Someone else was looking at him measuring the length of his pace and the speed of his movements. Another one was combining the figures like a mathematician. Another one was explaining those numbers illogically. The last one was inventing new theories about all of them.
Somewhere else a trumpet was blowing.

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Appearance


„Say it’s only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make believe
If you believed in me”

Life is never what it seems to be
I was sixteen and I couldn’t agree –
So quickly twenty years just flew away
So disappointed I woke up one day,

Dusty old dreams needed a cleaning
When I understood a deeper meaning –
A strong belief can reach the mountain’s roof,
It’s useless to search for another proof.

We’re responsible for what we think
Even when our hopes begin to sink –
Since then, under any kind of weather,
Truth and beauty always stayed together.

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The Wind Has a Bitter Cherry Taste


the house painter tossed by mistake
his bucket full of paint
over my bedroom’s mirrors

a white night stretches from my window
to the neighboring motel
my body is like a young comet
imprisoned between shadows and half-shadows
carrying dark stripes afar

I touch the mirrors with my fingertips
feeling them gliding
in an out of tune violin dance
in their hunger for genuine shadows
like blue Medusa eyes

each moment there are many others alike
I can’t retrieve myself entire
swirling on my heels for quite some time
my eyes are running away
like two wheels dropping from their axle
my lips are taking a heart’s shape
with fluttering beats
my blood is leaving a trace of vapor
on the opaque glass

now I’m silent
I open the window without prints
towards the walls outside
letting a drought wind
flood over

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