Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Save the Art

A drop of water
Falls from the furthest reach
Onto modern art in the garden:
Flushing the angles of the sculpture
And moistening the gum
Someone had stuck
to the bottom of it.

Longing For

I can almost feel her touch
Delicate and soft, but meaningful
It screams to my idle soul that she exists
She is waiting somewhere to be found
I am longing for the path to find her.
I promise the world that I will go anywhere
But will I do that much?
Will I be strong enough to take that leap?
I have a thousand words that I can say
Without doing anything or saying anything
Just sitting in my chair looking at my words
Which almost jump out of my paper
They are saying: “Be free!”
They say: “Go find the girl you were made for!”
But I’m still seated here, stuck by some hope

That longing for someone hard enough
Will bring them to you

Time Flies

I looked at the television screen
In an absence of things to do
What can this extra time mean?
What if time flew?

I think that the meaning of life
Comes from us knowing what to do
When we are absent of strife

Life takes forever and a day to go through.

Heaven-Song

When without my window a bird called
Early in the morn before the wind stirred
The sun was yet to rise, and through tired eyes
I looked outside to see the source of heavenly music
I turned in my bed and placed my feet on the floor
Then put on my coat quickly and ran for the door.
I must take note of this lowly bird:
It deserves to be heard loud and clear
Its song shouted to the rooftops of the world


Finding Meaning

I wish that I had found my stumbling feet
I wish that I had left it more to chance
Left my thoughts written on the broken street
(Left the little things on a street in France)

My sanity could not come closer though
My brain cannot handle the strain unknown
That must come whenever I still must go
That held me bound in chains down to the bone

I cannot comprehend the final hour
So I write to try to see the new fate.
Alas, I see the new bloom’ed flower
And I see what humans have missed to date!

Simplistic messages of what to give
That people searching find the will to live          
        

Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...