sketch pad

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


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The daylight grows;

The dawn’s about;

The dew’s at rest;

A glimpse is caught

Of morning’s silver gown;

Time’s trailing skirts

Are passing by.

Feel the magic in the air,

Nature’s potency.

The clearing sky,

The muffled hues,

The delight of pixies’

Gleeful dance,

To welcome

Another brightening


Another opportunity

To accomplish

Yet another glistening


To aspire once again

To the unseen doors

Of heaven:

The ivory gateway

To contentment

And joy.

(31st Jan ‘93)

Fire of life,

Passion’s pure essence,

Where are you now?

My will lies there silent;

My hope is long fled;

My torn heart is heaving;

My dreams have been shed.

I stand here alone,

Vulnerable and naked,

Crying for mercy,

My strength’s been exhausted.

I’m begging you please,

Don’t turn from me now.

My back has been broken;

My limbs have been crushed;

My bruised flesh is bleeding;

My blood has been hushed.

I’m tired of fighting,

I’m tired of pain,

I’ve given up struggling,

The hurt won’t go away.

I’m empty inside,

There’s no more to give,

Forgive me for breaking,

All comes to its end.

The strength is no more;

The fire’s finally quenched;

The will has been broken;

The life has to end.

(20th Jan ‘93)