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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An image of crystalline purity,

A pool of glowing sunbeams,

Surrounded by a waterfall

Of starlight.

The skies of two far-distant worlds

Encapsulated in a shaded glance.

 A graceful willow

Robed in spring’s efflorescence.

(5th Nov ‘92)

As evening falls,

Behold the flame

Within your heart.

Quench it not

With your human passion,

For without your sight

You see the essence:

Sought beyond life,

Sensed less

Than a glimmer of shattered hope

Fought for past consciousness.

In her trail those she deserts

Create Death and Destruction,

Yet, again she retreats,

Embracing your stolen soul.


Kiss her,

Know her,

Feel the power,

Truth unknown,

For she is woman.

(28th Oct ‘92)



She moved like the sea upon the shore,

Her presence like an autumn wind;

Her eyes were pools of unknown depth;

Her voice a pebble from uncharted heights,

A gem of substance pure and precious.

A face of inner beauty:

Wisdom of the wise,

Knowledge of the knowing,

Experience beyond life.

To gaze upon her

Feel all fall away.

Her name is Innocence.

(10th Feb ‘92)


A nymph,

A dewy maiden

Of the night,

To reign o’er the bewitching hour

With skin like creamy velvet.

A trove of hidden pleasures;

A smile to break the dawn;

A primadonna to made a diamond

Rough-hewn stone;

An exquisite beauty;

A view to shame all views;

A belle of naïve temptation

To kill the fire within you

Towards all those

Who could never imitate

The innocent glance


The shards of ice

Enclose you,

Your heart is no more.

(Sep ‘91)