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Broken Raft (2015)
The raft of love is broken
The rope disrupted piece by piece
The promise of renewal was unspoken
The ties ought to never release
It's the child holding tight our hands
Bemused looking from one to the other
How could it happen? Where are the bands?
Back then, we loved each other,
How was it possible that we lost ourselves?
What has come to pass?
The harmony splintered like glass
Discordance misrules our life
When you demanded 200 percent,
80 were often enough for me
Too seldom you was the centre of my life
Pulling the cord at different ends with plea
What a shameful trouble and strife
Was it the wind, the forces of waves?
Or was it the boredom of the calm sea?
Why we did not follow the good claves?
vanished all the glee
The fragments swim in the water of everyday life
Still floating their way together in the drift
Eddy waters already are in sight
Where so many boats sunk
Was it the wind, the forces of waves?
Or was it the boredom of the calm sea?
Why we did not felt the claves?
Vanished all the glee
Despite all the clashes it hurts so much
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Into the glare (2015)
We are drifting; gently lulled by the waves of time
And it will remain so; the river bed dictates the rhyme
The days melt into years, no one dares to shout
Shores of longing are so far, hardly anyone who succeeds to bail out
The words unread, albeit the pages stare in the face,
Suffering from agnosia, what a disgrace.
Shallow water, no swings to feel, no thunder peal,
We are guided by the stream of eternity.
Driving in the wind,
we are driving with the wind,
It is like a cage, in which we are pinned.
The years pass by; so many opportunities were missed,
But to us it does not matter, still hoping for the twist.
The great fires have long since burned out, only small flames flare,
Dreams are rotting, but the journey continues into glare.
Driving in the wind,
we are driving with the wind,
It is like a cage, in which we are pinned,
The journey will last,
No distinction between future and past.
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MIRROR (1998)
A look into the mirror
see new faces daily
a look behind surfaces
there is another reality
realities of my mind
A second life behind the glass pane
projected of yourself
a place of refuge
your thoughts flow to
reality of wishes
reality of fears
reality of dreams
realities of your mind
A look at the other side
talk with many people
play variants of possibilities
never ending figths
reality of wishes
reality of fears
reality of dreams
realities of your mind
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Night Tune (2014)
A wind urgently asked the night song,
to unconscionably soar up.
And also gave it the advice,
to drain the pleasures cup.
Deeply stirred, the world looked around,
afflicted by wanderlust and jones.
The cadence of daily grind is unbound,
longing to flee from time and tones.
The palish moon light shines eerily,
down from the sky crinkled and creasy.
A rustling advances from anywhere,
the foliage is floating through the air.
And when the dawn is touching us,
it quickly regorge into a day.
Raising the recurring fuss,
the window of soul fades away.
The chant of wind died off long ago.
The night was compromised by light.
And though we sang along,
the balefulness of tune is out of sight.
The palish moon light shines eerily,
down from the sky crinkled and creasy.
A rustling advances from anywhere,
the foliage is floating through the air.
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GRAYZONE (1997)
Lonely days are everywhere,
confusion in my mind
all the troubles I don't care,
because I am blind
blind for love
since I know you
but now I'm again alone
dead rooms are awaiting me,
in the evening when I come home
because you work in another city,
I'm mad since you're gone
empty rooms, and I turn the radio on
I switch on the TV,
but I can't drown out the quiet
All the colours of my life
have gone with you
I try and try to fill them up,
but the days remain gray
empty rooms, living in a grayzone
I wish you were here
to turn on the lights
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