Your Gravestone

Let us say for a tiny moment, that you gave up being a dreamer,
            That you would never dream again;

But what happened to your dreams?

All those precious fragments of you, 

kept safe for ages underneath your ribs;

Somewhere out of every stranger’s reach.

What did your hands do to them?
What about the sky you once set eyes upon?

Has its color already faded away?

Does the wind’s humming sound no longer inviting as it used to be?
When did the sparrow’s flight give up temptation?


Was it maybe the car that parked in front of your door?

Claiming Them Back

And they all left me,
Blown away by the wrath of a summer breeze,
My finest and dearest of people;
Their tears dripping down my cheeks,
Their smile shining on my lips.

Remember their hopes of salvation,
Their thoughts of a consecration,
Their dreams of redemption,
Their wishes for a blessing!

The winter chill cools down my open wounds

bleeding their blood;

a most brilliant and majestic red,

As my lonesome footprints on the snow testify for this butchery;
Of how unthankful gods slaughter their loyal and faithful believers,
Blinded at their deceptive treachery.

The battle drums still rumble their sincere hopes and dreams in my head;
Withered at the hands of their gods.
The horns still echo their last farewell
And the disappointment at their last breath projecting in their eyes;
The desperation of having given their all

To a void and vain nothing.

The Groove

Nothing but the hills claim that horizon. One moment it is all green and light and the next, everything turns gloomy, misty and grey in front of your eyes; precisely unlike everything else you have ever known. There are less than six trees in your sight; nevertheless, you will never get to count them. Whilst arrived, you should better forget all the logic and reason, which burdens you from this world. Forget the life you are living here and give in!

You gaze upon the cloudy sky, the snow falls on your warm cheeks, you stare at the clouds and the sunshine blindfolds you; unable to take your eyes off it, until you believe to see every single ray of light. Something keeps whispering, singing and chanting that “You’re almost there!”, you feel the urge to cross the distance and finally get ‘there’ without ever knowing where ‘there’ is.

Fearless

Fear was not a new word but a strong one for that matter. Even avoiding it was nothing to compare with all the other words he had ever heard, read, known or thought of. Fear was there ever since the very first day of life, even all the moments there had been no reason for it, the word was still present to emphasize fear itself not being there, like a very important lack, missing, and a void of disturbance or in his case an essence. Yes, fear was truly his essence, which was why he had to keep his head clear of it. The slightest trace of fear in his mind could have been much more effective than greater amounts in others’. His soul was cleansed out of it once in a while through various rituals. Sometimes he just wondered how this - for him - forbidden fear was, sometimes he feared feeling it inside him without recognizing it. What if?

Extract #1

- You are a funny guy.
- So, funny you say; that’s new.
- Well it’s not like you are making jokes all the time.
- Guess I don’t.
- No, it’s really different… you do not make jokes all the time, do not pull pranks, do not say funny stuff or… well just…
- I do not seem all that fun.
- Just being around you… lifts up the spirit, makes taking things easier.
- Does it?
- I can tell for sure it does.
- Shall I consider that a compliment?
- I… don’t really know. Just needed to make sure you knew I get the energy you are sending off.
- Well “thanks” in that case; for letting me know.