| Heart-Collector | Die Lichter dieser Welt verschwimmen, Als Tag und Nacht ineinander verfließen, Die ganze Welt will ich erschließen, Dazu dort nur den Berg der Dämmerung erklimmen. Die ersten Sonnenstrahlen sanft erklingen, Mein Traum auf ihnen fortzuschwimmen, Des Taues Tränen von den Pflanzen rinnen, Nach ihrem Schicksal viele sinnen. Der erste Sonnenstrahl berührt die schönste Lichtung, Schließt die Schönheit der Welt an diesem Orte ein, Nie zuvor sah ich für mich nur eine Richtung Doch heute waschen mir die Sonnenstrahlen die Seele rein. |
| Heart-Collector | Ich würde mich über kritik freuen. Vielleicht interessiert sich ja jemand für meine Gedanken. Schaut auf meine Homepage, dort könnt ihr die gedichte auch noch mit Bildern versehen betrachten. Gästebucheinträge würden mich freuen..... |
| Heart-Collector | The Mourning of the Willow The willow silently was mourning As the sun was going down Long ago the willow had discerned That never again the sun would return The vision of her certain death Made her branches weak The face of the end The nightfall turned her leaves dust grey The air was nothing but bleak fog To see the world succumb, Defeated by her mighty breed. Again to see the wrong to gain, The willow bowed to her oppression. For so long she had searched deliverance., But finally damnation had caught up. Silent screams indicated the fall The fall of life, The fall of all A last bright ray of comprehension But finally silence the fell . |
| Heart-Collector | [U]Enigma [/U] Dark shadows surround you, Make me weak, make me afraid. I dread to come near you, Of solitude I’m terrified. In quest for the secret behind you, You are the enigma I won’t dare to solve. I feel you wandering in my thoughts, Am I ever at your side? Enlightened by a sudden lightning, I discovered a new world so weak. A world of obscure spirit My own world seemed to fade. My only wish to give, I don’t even want to receive. My only dream, never fulfilled, Now I leave. |
| Heart-Collector | Old Man The old man staring out the window, Metaphor for a silent cry, His life passing like a shadow, Waiting for his last good-bye. Five years ago he lost his beloved wife, To her he dedicated his whole life, Their children left in early years, For them they shed so many tears. Hard work signed the old man`s way, How often he just was betrayed? He fought a war for an insane leader, His victim`s agony is even deeper. Now useless his body has become, Waste of society he has become. Living only for not dying, Still, soon forever he will be frying. Earth will receive his broken body, His life has written such brave story, Noone will ever know what he made through, Ignorance one last time so cruel. He asks if his life has had a sense, If there`s something to be remembered for, Was he one between all or was he more? Finally he´s reaching the frontier. Days before he felt death crawling in his veins, There werde so many different pains. He died in his grey hated chamber, Cold stone held his bleeding head. In the seconds of death he realized the irony, Pale shades of a memory. He heard a cruel blessed melody, That accomopained his final agony. Distance now became his aim, He left his senseless frame. He found his place, somewhere in space, Now that there was nothing left to face. |
| Heart-Collector | Forest Once a strager in the forest, I walked along to find my peace. No other place for me to rest, Only there I found release. Every day walking deeper into the trees, Learning to understand the mystic breeze. More and more forgettig time, Slowly learning the forest`s rhyme. Still bound to my human life, Finally released by an invisible knife. So my soul was entirely free, I found my place where I wanted to be. To learn the magic of silent cries, Living without the old human lies. [B]I want to stay forever here [/B] [B]Never again feel human fear[/B] [B]I want to leave the world behind[/B] [B]Now I know what I needed to find [/B] Joining in the forest`s rhyme Never again I´m a slave of time |
| Heart-Collector | Grey Walls I have been captured, I have been struggling. Now I am locked, I cannot escape. I will never sleep, I will never leave. These grey walls have captured my soul, The live through my quiet suffering howl. They slow down my heartbeat, they freeze my mind. I will never know what I could find. Everyday within these walls, a little part of myself dies. The world around me, so empty, it fries. The truth, wherever, but not here it lies. But what would happen, if I could escape? This microcosmos is fading to nothing. Nothing but emptiness, Everything is so meaningless Never again together we´ll sing. Sometimes a thought escapes my head, But before understood, it is forgotten yet. Lonely and silent, the tears that I shed. These grey walls have extinguished my mind, Now I am a human of the perfect kind. Now I am the fish in the flood |
| Heart-Collector | Ich schwebe doch wohin, das weiß ich nicht. Ich glühe, doch nicht sichtbar ist mein Licht. Die Zeit fließt nebensächlich dahin, Der Ort ist nebensächlich ohnehin. Suche erfährt jäh ein Ende, Das einzig wichtige halten meine Hände. Erwartung trägt mein verworrenes Herz, Doch gleich vergesse ist jeder Schmerz. Alle Gedanken vereinen sich schlicht. Ein Gefühl beschleicht und bleibt unendlich. Nach Blindheit folgt die iefste Sicht. Diese Erhabenheit nie zuvor fühlte ich. |
