Where Happiness Awaits

Somewhere there is an endless road leading to
the eternal happiness awaiting all who approach the end.

Many have started on this road
bearing upon their hearts a heavy load
of sorrow and hope, of memories and dreams.

These have become their company along the dangerous path.
As time goes on, despair comes along with hope, sadness along with memories
and brutality with dreams.

Some lose hope on the way, some lose their dream and some memories fade away.
Some turn away, some bend their path to get off the road, some refuse to go further on this way;
for the only company never leaving their side and never getting lost is their sorrow.

The only ones who can go on on this path are those realizing
that the very reason to this
is that happiness has been accompanying their sorrow all along the way.

a smile

I knew I was supposed to be a Myth
when I realized that a weak me was deserted even by the one closest to me,
that only my parents could still love me when I was weak and dependent.

And then, standing up on my feet again I faced the fact
that myths were not loved but admired.

Yes, that is the curse of the power you sense pressing on your fingertips
each time you prefer to play music instead of raising a weapon;
the same power puts a curse upon us all,
a curse that brings deep lonesomeness along,
a curse to make a legend, a myth, a hero out of you
whilst you solely try to live your own life despite the agony and the tears,
one not to leave you any friends to depend on.

I understood that I should accept help from friends,
but am not allowed to depend on them;
I should walk with my wounds open,
not to gain the pity of the others, but for that's what they want to see in me,
a trace of my battles, the ones I do not always chose on my own.

I would be admired, for all I can and all I actually do.
I could gain this admiration easily.

I could even have a short affair with anyone I might chose,
yet I won't be loved.
This is mostly what the curse is about,
to toss and turn in the deep dark of the night and find your bed cold.

I guess it should be all fine with me by now
as long as I can still see lovers around me.

August 2008

It is the August 2008 coming closer
and it draws me back to Dresden,
for a child is to be born
in August 2008
in Dresden.

The child will be Gary Schwarzinger,
my Gary Schwarzinger,
born along with his twin Georg
in August 2008 in Dresden,
in my Dresden



and the magic of this birth draws me to Dresden;
to drink a glass or two ,to this birth,
in his Pub where he will drink in 19 years for the first time
and to take a walk on my street
close enough to the house where he is about to grow up.

August 2008 is approaching
and there will be a lot to catch up with.

Emptiness

There is this emptiness
sucking life out of people's minds.
What amazes me though
is how it still remains as empty itself.

Momentum II

One single moment,
floating, wandering;

A glimpse of time,
suspending in space;

For the shortest instant,
to release the magic

of a teardrop rolling down
over smiling lips.

Momentum

Smoothly swaying
with a soft and sweet feeling,
graceful and glorious steps,
all to reach you
with a gentle touch.

An ocean-deep look in your eyes,
A smile of blooming narcissus on your lips,
Your hand rising up like the playful wind in a golden field of barley;
Desire, getting a hold of my hands
and temptation, running as fresh blood to my lips,
yet all I can do
is to wink, to smile and to pass by
keeping my eyes closed.