meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
Dear Heart
Carnage
Silence as cold as death.
A barren plain,
Once torn by love and pain,
Baptised in tears and blood,
Left bereft of life,
Of growth, of change:
Deserted
By friend and foe alike.
Land burnt and broken:
Cracks, ravines,
Blasted gullies
Further than the eye can see.
Stone distorted,
Earth destroyed,
Wasted, disfigured,
Child of Man.
(Apr ‘94)
Can you forgive me, Dear Heart,
My life, my love, my sweet,
The wrong I have done you
In turning my back?
For I feel your tears,
Scorching and blistering
Down my core
And I carry your weight upon me.
But I cannot bear to see your pain,
Your streaked face,
Your accusing eyes,
As they burn into mine.
Know you not
What you are to me?
(7-
Lover
I want to be held by you,
Kissed by you,
Known by you,
Loved by you.
I want you to feel my love,
To see it in my eyes,
To know it through
The caress of lips and tongue,
As my hands explore,
As my body teases,
In expression of desire.
I want to know your mind,
To traverse your thoughts,
To know your being
As my own.
Can you say the same?
(Mar ‘94)
One Day
Roving, roaming,
Loathing sight,
Round and round
With all my might.
I’ll find a path,
A path one day,
Out of darkness,
Into light.
(Mar ‘94)