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Goodnight I say to you, my morning

 

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Goodnight I say to you, my morning.
How was your day, I greet the night.
In this life, what’s worth exploring?
Is there something worth a fight?

Goodnight I say to you, my sunshine.
How was your day, I greet the gloom.
Close to my lips I hold a glass of wine
and sip it slowly till I reach my tomb.

Goodnight I say to you, my sunrise.
How was your life, I greet the dead.
Ignore the ground, ignore the skies,
what matters most is in your head.

Goodnight I say to you, my summer.
How was the snow, I greet the spring.
My piercing eyes fell into a slumber.
I cannot see clearly any thing.

Good morning I say to you, my late hour.
How was your night, I greet the day.
On nonsense I’ve spent my time and power,
while hoping to prolong this decay.

 

*Painting “Morning” by Caspar David Friedrich.

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There is no future, friend

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There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.

There is no future, friend.
So why you still pretend
that broken things you can mend
and that death is not the end?

There is no future, friend.
No peaks and mountains to ascend.
Against the stream though you may wend,
your path quite soon will find its end.

There is no future, friend.
No truth or honor to defend.
To live forever you may intend,
but when death calls, it is the end.

There is no future, friend.
On no god you can depend.
This life you cannot transcend.
Death really is the end.

There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.

*Painting “Graveyard under Snow” by Caspar David Friedrich, 1826.

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Today my poetry went fishing

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Today my poetry went fishing
and caught this one cheerful verse.
Meaningless is all well-wishing
except if said in reverse.

Today my heart went wild and restless.
In my darkness I found light.
No words this feeling can express.
Gone are all my fears and fright.

Today my dreams went up in smoke.
I seek no fire in these ashes.
What is left seems to be broke.
The truth appears in flashes.

Today my thoughts went round and round
till they stopped and came to rest.
All my wisdom fell to the ground.
I’m glad I got it off my chest.

Today my life went down the drain
and I was left with this simple verse.
What have I to lose or gain?
I’m one with the universe.

*Painting – “The Poor Fisherman” by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, 1881

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The time has come

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The time has come to heal my wounds.
With joy and hope my soul abounds.
All fears and doubts have gone away.
My future life begins today.

The time has come to change this life
With chance and luck this world is rife.
Today I stand here and make a vow
to face my fears a day from now.

The time has come to end this farce.
In my depths the light is sparse.
Though darkness falls on all of us,
my dreams will never turn to dust.

The time has come to make things right,
to bring my secrets into the light.
I take this burden off my hands
as it is and as it stands.

The time has come to say goodbye,
I want to live and not to die.
My failures drive me back and forth.
Take my word for what it’s worth.

The time has come to face my fears,
to grab this life by its ears.
Now is the hour of my birth.
My Heaven is a place on Earth.

*About the accompanying image for this poem

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My only candle I have blown

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My only candle I have blown,
in darkness now I sit alone.
There are no sins to atone,
I reap the seeds that I have sown.

My only truth I have lost,
these thoughts I now reduce to dust.
From all the love and all the trust
I turn away now in disgust.

My only life I have flushed,
in misery I sit now crushed.
I sleep in filth and loathsome ash,
my greatest hopes were cruelly dashed.

My only mirror I have broken,
I sit now with my eyes wide open.
That dreadful silence has surely spoken
and all the ghosts have now awoken.

My only flower I have cut
and every door I have shut.
I sit now in my rotten hut
and ask myself to live or not.

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How many days I still have left

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How many days I still have left
before the silent bells loudly ring.
From all last hopes I am bereft
I hear the angels already sing.

How many nights will I spend
before the sun melts in my hand.
To common sense I will not bend,
For liberty I’ll make my stand.

How many words I still will say
behind the clouds and weeping rain.
All these thoughts will go away
leaving everything in vain.

How many breaths will I take
before it all will abruptly end.
Will I die or will I awake,
who can tell, who apprehend.

And all this has come to pass
All days, nights, words and breaths.
Too few shadows I have cast
to meet so many senseless deaths.

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I am living in a fantasy

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I am living in a fantasy
where nothing ever bothers me.
I close my eyes and then I see
the illusion of reality.

I am living in a dreamy state
where everything is good and great.
Though I fall for every bait,
I am the master of my fate.

I am living in an empty home.
I feel surrounded and yet alone.
There is so much that is unknown
in this place I call my own.

I am living in a savage jungle.
Every hope there seems to crumble.
I am not shy nor am I humble.
For to live means to stumble.

I am living in a fairytale
and searching for the holy grail.
Though I found the secret trail
All this has been to no avail.

I am living in a lonely thought.
It is a virus I have caught.
Though I struggled and I fought,
my foolish life has come to naught.

I am living in a poetry.
What madness and insanity!
So much hatred and vanity
to give glory to humanity.

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