The Patchwork

I need you in my arms
I need to hold you close and tight
I yearn to kiss your warm lips

I want you to know my heart’s pure voice
I want to pour out my feelings for you
to shout them at …

The drenching unrelenting rains rotting the foundation
land like needles on my face as i turn to the sky
and i wonder at my thin expression…

... the ugly metallic sculptures that are lurking here, you know, on every single side-street…

You have the key
touch somebody’s life

Three boys that fight and scream and yell,
are not shy to say: „I love you“, I can tell.

Down the rabbit hole,
Sinning blur of teacups and cozies,
And clean white fur.
Popping the pill just to upsize,
Stretching out
Feeling the rush,
In ripped and tattered clothes.
See the …

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If we don´t,
how will I know how he thinks and feels,
how will he know how I think and feel?
How shall we know what direction we want our life to take, if we don´t talk?

. He sees her pain, sees behind the mask,
knocks patiently …...on doors long closed.
Becons lovingly ….. persistentl
carefully…gently.

Friendship must grow slow.
Starts as a small plant, you know.
Small, young and tender,
we care for it, no matter.
We do what is good,
always check, like we should.
If it grows well and he…

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After the fall
a light shines
amid the rubble
The human spirit rises

Less gullibility, improved assessment of others, and memory improvement…

Wander in the faitytale land of snow
standing still on the crystal bridge
which crosses the frozen river of light

On the ice dances her fairy friends
with the wings hidden in silk
shimme…

The path to destruction
is littered with
I should have’s and
I could have’s

All the glorious sights you could ever behold
From when you were young til when you’d be old
Is shown on display for you, so I’m told
When you see the Faerie Folk Festival

The drama of storms encompasses all
The constant damp from continual rainfall
Yet many remain to answer the call
As the weather comes rolling down