Spuren im Sand - Footprints in the SandSpuren im Sand - Footprints in the Sand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deutsch / German
*** Spuren im Sand ***
Eines Nachts hatte ich einen Traum:
Ich ging am Meer entlang mit meinem Herrn.
Vor dem dunklen Nachthimmel
erstrahlten, Streiflichtern gleich,
Bilder aus meinem Leben.
Und jedes Mal sah ich zwei Fußspuren im Sand,
meine eigene und die meines Herrn.
Als das letzte Bild an meinen Augen
vorüber gezogen war, blickte ich zurück.
Ich erschrak, als ich entdeckte,
dass an vielen Stellen meines Lebensweges
nur eine Spur zu sehen war.
Und das waren gerade die schwersten
Zeiten meines Lebens.
Besorgt fragte ich den Herrn:
„Herr, als ich anfing, dir nachzufolgen,
da hast du mir versprochen,
auf allen Wegen bei mir zu sein.
Aber jetzt entdecke ich,
dass in den schwersten Zeiten meines Lebens
nur eine Spur im Sand zu sehen ist.
Warum hast du mich allein gelassen,
als ich dich am meisten brauchte?"
Da antwortete er: „Mein liebes Kind,
ich liebe dich und werde dich nie allein lassen,
erst recht nicht in Nöten und Schwierigkeiten. Dort, wo du nur eine Spur
Bardotempered by uncertainty;Bardo5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
our suppers were served
each evening in relics of parsimonious saints
cruciferous vessels disavowed
by the heliocentric spiderwebbing of the past
yet in the instant of that interstice we learned
(wrapped in our own
writhing kinetic tendrils)
that the difference between controlled chaos and a universe defined
is a coddled algorithm
an odd posit
choiced in the bowels of sub-consciousness
that when sufficiently bred
and stacked on our heads
can brings us all back from the dead
ResurrectionI died in a sea of blackResurrection8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For tunnels of light
On the ocean floor
And then I saw them
Empty castlesWhispers that vanish in the air,Empty castles9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
armors that ever shine,
towers in the air, without foundations,
Huge castles, once bustled with life;
now only travellers arrive
in terrestrial ships of fantasy.
That castle only has two towers,
but twenty more buried in the sand,
hidden from sight.
Totally empty, surrounded by fields, surrounded by pits.
Cold wind grey and blue, motes of black snow it has.
Violet flowers agonize in the mud,
butterflies burning in the fire.
The sun and the sky are only acquaintances,
each afternoon, from behind, the sun stabs his friend.
Deep waters erased the valley from existence,
calm fishes dwell now in the castle.
«Better end sunk in the water
than fearing the shadow of the black city».
Wise words in the air were floating,
but distrust, like venom, emanated.
«But the black city disappeared».
«That's true, lost dweller, but may appear again».
The Running GirlAll travel is travelThe Running Girl11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In eternity. Clocks run backward
Above the earth, darkness and light change places
Freely. If your soul was half
Already, you could see God's tusked gray face
Leaning toward you
In the blackness.
The running girl --
Imagine she was real.
Like a dancing shadow,
Death appeared on the street
(though not visibly) covered
With the blood of others. She runs to me,
With her terror
Pouring from us both.
Urban JungleHere is jungle night,Urban Jungle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crackling under ones feet
From the shadowplay of steel sylvan
Alley's, hearing screams
Though mute, and snarling dogs
(Exempt from death)
Lie in wait.
Weaving lies -seductive
Symptoms of darkness-
In catatonic bliss,
As I awake
And find you
With your heroic kiss
Tearing at my conscience.
Reality SmashedReality Smashed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This dream, this nightmare
This never ending tale of all
I call to you
Sing to you
To raise me from my fall
Lifted eyes towards the heavens
This reality shatters before me
Shards of broken memories and stigmas
Broken glass chains of conformity
Ashes fall around me
Dust settles beneath my claws
Wings stretched outwards
Muscles twitch as joints gnaw
Awakening the beast within
Remembering my true form
Rising from the ashes once more
Lifting out of the lightening storm.
Eyes narrow, Nostrils flare
As I remember it all
No longer do I bend my will
I shall never endure another fall.
Us.Us.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This crystalline dream,
Where everything is not as it seems.
By overcoming tragedies.
A spiral up and over,
Soaring through the divide.
Uniting, becoming, closing the gap,
No longer bound to a singular side.
Crystal threads and ribbons,
White haze and muted gold.
Vibrant, life thriving,
Nurturing, soft, strong, bold.
I feel no hatred, anger, jealousy
Just an absolute sense of solidity
Wrapping into these energies
Sweeping, stirring, enveloping me
Bandaging old wounds
Softening rusted armor
Seeping into the dark divides
Lulling melody, pupils open wide
Entering the essence
The I, the Me
Slithering, coiling, embracing
all of me with ease
Constructing our singular reality
In the face of massive duality
The pinnacle of us
The WE, the I
And out of the pyre
Conceived from these ashes
Picked from time, space
and the Infinite Oneness
To be here, now
In you, now.
With you, now
I, YOU, WE, US.
I AM. WE ARE.
#95From birth to the tomb they put you in a box, and tell you all the things you hate to hear#952 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They'll pull your strings like a toy and turn your awareness into fear
And it doesn't matter how long you struggle, they'll still get a piece if you
And it doesn't matter how much you resist, they'll say there's nothing you can do
But anyone who ever had a soul of silver and eyes clear as summer rain
And anyone who ever was burned alive and survived without going insane
They can tell you if you listen to yourself the words of others you cannot hear
And they will remind you as long as you don't believe them you'll find you had nothing to fear
HomelessIn the shattered streetsHomeless2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
where waste piles high
and cold plagues the ragdolls of
the gutter's broken back;
A king rules, sovereign and sacred.
His kingdom: Without limit.
His subjects: Whomever he greets.
He loves truly,
and picks up kind gifts left wherever
he can find.
He sleeps in the clouds,
dances in the moonlight,
and plays when he pleases.
The path is dark, and it warms him.
hermeneuticsre-designed myselfhermeneutics5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
[a ghost who haunts the median]
with mercurial rums that would level the most
petrified of poets
out mountains of text to be climbed
and fabulously misread
and going darkship
the earth will have my
lights and liver
eschewed and chewed into a brew
the makes the blind man even sicker
One And Many.One And Many.6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
There is no sunny sky in the distance. No moonlight to illuminate the vast, quiet beauty that surrounds me. Only clouds, veiling the torch that leads me to freedom. I am held fast by empty, hollow emotions. I am trapped within this state of being, lost and found - Light and dark. The walls keep closing in, tight enough to hold me, but far enough away that I am alone. The world is empty. The world is full. My mind is pounding, drumming, breaking, falling apart and falling back together.
I know where I am. I am lost. I am wandering about my own imagination. Alone, but surrounded by everything. Everything imagined, and everything between.
Everything and nothing at all.
There is no light. There is no shade. Only empty, broken words. They fill my head.
My head is aching.
Dreams twist into nightmares. Nightmares unravel and rewind, to become dreams. Dreams fall apart, never to come back together. Light fades into darkness. Darkness becomes darker, covering the world in lifeless c
Haiku:iconleafline1plz::iconleafline2plz::iconleafline3plz::iconleafline1plz::iconleafline2plz::iconleafline3plz:Haiku9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fresh snow plips from leaves
Nearby cackles of Grackles
Spring while red-head raps
(March 27, 2013)
Monkeys in the dark
Dipping bananas in the stream
(July 5, 2013)
Visual Haiku Collaboration by *sSenErAwa http://fav.me/d6c2top
Moving back towards me
Miles to go yet
(August 20, 2013)
And Blind Squirrel
Caught in union
(September 6, 2013)
Playing DeadIn the second layer of our existencePlaying Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The third person represents a society
In which all pain is created equal.
The leaders and the fallen embrace
With each understanding the other's
Role in a caste system
Where every individual has two feet
In darkness. I am paralyzed
From an outside force.
My smile can blind you.
I carry magnets in my pockets
To attract those with dissimilar polarity.
I have found a place
Where all sound turns to black.
When I cry,
They cry, too.
ScimachyUnable to distinguishScimachy11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her modulating rhythms
From the tremors of reason,
Pulls me closer
To the Stygian cubes
Of loneliness and torment.
Chanting sonnet's of the damned
Amid perpetual conversation
At the gates of sleep.
My fingers are scalpels
Carving upon textural insolence
(the stigmata of dissolution),
Defiling pious symmetry
(and self preservation).
Far from Christ
Sinking into the fire pool
I am not alone.
Cant Save them all....."You cant save them all not with all your gifts..Cant Save them all.....1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
as these souls drop down to that dark abyss
no matter how hard you try no matter what you did
they just could not take anymore
just coodint stand the wicked
they centered in all day all night all time
starting to feel like they where the worth of a dime
some day's maybe less
like they where just a crime
a dark existence amongst all the prime
but what you need to see
and what you need to here
was that you tried your best
just to keep them near
to keep them safe close and dear
So always remember that in the end
It was not your falt
you where there friend..."- Luciano Brazzi
Beauty Never Alone"She stands alone hides deep inside. From all this pain hate and pride.Beauty Never Alone1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a flower safe from the storms.
Now a lily among the thorns.
Covered in tears all alone.
Shuts her eyes dreams of her lost home.
Thus now wen she opens her eyes.
She seas the hope.
Trees to rise.
Now her tears bringing joy.
Tranquility not to cease.
- Luciano Brazzi
So Cold"You see that soul. That one below crying to you for something to hold? You here that pain that whisper in your ear ? Why dose it all have to be here? why cant your soul whisk this pain away ? why do we have to fight today ? or maybe just maybe we have all ben wrong for are souls is not to fight but to love and worm." - Luciano BrazziSo Cold1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Social Toxisum"We see all of this hate for politics,people and life. As it spreads like cancer we claim love when we are just tearing down the souls of others and then we wonder why when we turn on the t.v all we see is pain lust and terror is it that we don't see it or that we just live in denial of the truth. That the harassment of others in any regard only spreads the hate. And no this is not to say o well you should agree with everything i believe because i am right, This is to state a fact i am sick and tired of seeing all of these join this group if you stand for this where all they do is spew poison from there lips of one another there is no logic or factual reason for this but to the end of spreading further discord. this is why i have just removed 40 people on my Facebook because i am done with it i will continue to do so if i must. If you care if you don't i am indifferent.I am more interested in finding some good will and peace than a person who agrees with everything i believe." - LucianSocial Toxisum1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SURPRISE HAIKUSURPRISE HAIKU2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Surprised schoolgirl look,
Japanese face screws up
a Cockney accent.
Master of the LightningMaster of the Lightning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Master of the Lightning
You may wake me from sleep,
calling on the cold north wind,
but I do not fear for teeth in the dark
and my shabby pillow of ferns
holds my spirit steady in dream.
Some days I can feast on cheesecake,
and others keep holy by fasting,
and some days can trudge many miles
and others dedicate to meditation.
Many are envious of this pilgrimage,
hating their mired lives,
and curse me when I dance to the slow
music of the Pleiades, but being
a seventh son of Mother Earth,
I am Master of the Lightning
and can read whole histories
in the charred stumps of trees,
and find nuggets of gold
turned up by the thunderbolt.
MEDITATIONMEDITATION3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Meditation outside the Moghkadeh
The poor, tired old fiend coughs up coins
like a lucky slot machine,
while the wind from the Sahara
carries warm whispers and sand
from distant, mysterious Tatouine.
A huge silver half crown rolls into my hand
like a miniature Wheel of Ixion,
and the Devil's daughter grins
as she paints her toe-nails green.
I, who have lampooned the clowns,
jugglers, contortionists and collaborators
of Westminster, must now tell stories in the dust
of a foreign place to earn a kindly crust.
I'll not take coppers for my tales,
ha'pennies and sticky farthings,
but only shillings, silver marks,
even the five franc gilded fraud of the third
Napoleon, any coin which won't shame the scales,
even if it bear the double-headed bird
of a shameful Czar, or the seal of the Sultan.
Release now the tormented souls from the bitumen
for they only took a wrong turning in Becontree
and fell through the cracks in the pavement,
don't you see, O Master of the Dual Mystery
I've sand beneath
Wintry LightThe chilly air that cracks my bonesWintry Light2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frostbitten fingers, a beautiful mauve
Snow turns hail hard as the stones
As powder, falls in a motion so suave
The feeling of melting from the heat
Such warmth from the place of fire
The old snow now of becoming sleet
Walk away to rid of the winter attire
With a glance out the window sill
Patches of white glistening against
I remember as a kid, such a thrill
So tired of being inside, condensed
In the cold with no coat, bare feet
Falling into the bright white powder
I could never from this again retreat
The sound of the wind grows louder
My bones cracked by the chilly air
The beautiful mauve of my frostbite
Such a blinding, icy pain, white glare
Finally, off I can go into the wintry light
Like the moons, like the stars...Like the moons, like the stars...2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the moons, like the seas of stars... por/by ~Milegu
Like the moons, like the stars,
like the seas of stellar dust...
Like the poem of the cosmos looking us.
Like the frost nebulae in the sky,
and the planets tearing apart.
Like the finite universe
that it is infinite for us.