Edjo Frank - 2
Icarusone more time I reached for you
too late ! I only tore a wing from your soul cursed the cramp in which everything between us distorted into a lie a shrill laugh, though so I waved you off with your flawed butterfly wings but the heaven gave nothing back at the end of summer except your face etched in a pebble of my memory and the blue of your eyes and the molten wax the seal on the failure of our love dribbled shamelessly in my hands Our Ship of Lovefair wind blows the sails
our ship steady rolling my face buried in your long sisal hair I hold your hips lips softly caressing bodies raise and curl the ocean swell we try to conquer boundaries of the earthy fly like wild swans entangled in love hands clenched bare feet twisted speechless history shared future behind helpless, helpless insatiable hunger beyond understanding we move on love is to end in the fire of passion time no longer on our side no choice but sailing to the limits of awareness where freedom waters wash our tired souls Kristallnacht
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Dream on the Balconyfrosty silence without the pigeons
dumbed the miserable cooing a load of shiny white shit on the railing of the balcony the wind pulls the curtains in the air wave, white flag sign of surrender, sign of peace I step outside put the air rifle beside me down on the pavement riddled with hail flaunting lifeless feathered bodies with eyes closed I come upright in the pale sun spread my arms take a deep breath soon the street will flood the crowd, provided with flags cheers, chants, claps for the brave calls my name just one more moment, one more dream it feels good to be a hero inside in a little time the loneliness of a tired man The Bowed Manstiff dragging legs
follow worn shoes step by step by step a cap and a stick in a wrinkled hand the other hand on his back to keep his direction dazzlingly slow to the end of the street step by step by step an alien in the crowds a crow without screech gaze fixed on the pavement life goes on at different speeds to be discovered step by step by step at the next stretch inexorably ahead every street corner calls for a decision to the other side step by step by step turn left, right or time takes the decision out of his hands step by step by step he shuffles uncertainly up to the curb the pedestrian signal ticking fast hurry up bowed man your time is running out Melodies in BlueI hear melodies in blue
see tear lines of water vapor chasing tiny silver jets to borders of imagination birds circle bored and lazy no perceptible wingbeats unaware of day or time endless blue playground memories float ashore vanished pictures come alive I paint familiar portraits against the graving sky black clouds in my chest cover the blue of mind stories I wish to deny engorge beauty of day peace breathes silently yearning for sunset tokens of understanding shine and rise moisten my lips with sweet gratitude open my ears melodies in blue Self Portraitthoughts slowly float
the downstream pain I try to stop this train but there are no stations on the railroad of anger only wheels of iron sing in endless sequences their deadly refrain the beaten past shivers its burden no button to stop this tortured brain in the guilty sky names are written their portraits hidden in clouds of shame the eyes are tired the sight is empty like wind bending reed under silent wailing colorizing the haze this untrue world reveals the emptiness mirrors of our face what else to do but soothe the mind name it cowardly name it impuissance what else to do but soothe the mind escape in writing a bouncing heartthere they are
this group of men at the end of the street they hang for hours tins of beer in their hands scowling at passersby with plastic bags loaded life style gadgets shamelessly rocking in their jealous eyes here I am at the other side equipped with all comforts of life that cannot prevent the inevitable of a bouncing heart an irregular breath heralds of impermanence I feel vulnerable longing for some company not aware weakness walks with me all the time I try to grasp the wind grasp the puffy clouds in vain notable stature lacking I am not a birch that can reach to the sky spreading her trees in solitude standing or with her peers in the woods echoing everlasting murmurs preaching the past and the future why deaf for the song of the greenfinch why blind for the yellow robe the coltsfoot shows the sacred dance of spring demands all attention untamable the outbreak of promising new life the street a public place for all souls God created to stay or move on the body a temporary home for our names to reside for a while no room for complacency no time for mourning but resign meekly in the cycle of life I button my coat turn to the corner with firm step and a bouncing heart In Heaven
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