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Loss

Walter — Wed, 06 Jan 2016 17:34:50 +0000

In a glow and even upon
sits the desire of thee.
From the source, it is grown
in pawn is the key.

Conscious of your need,
beneath and deep down,
to your demand you pay heed,
but in loss you drown.

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Ferry

Walter — Sat, 15 Aug 2015 09:20:19 +0000

Since two years, day by day
I am living in the grey.

I life on a ship, it’s more like a ferry.
From one coast where you want to marry,

but back on the opposite shore,
you don’t want me anymore.

So I am sitting in a boat,
over open water I float.

Looking over the railing,
waiting where I am sailing.

Depending on the wind and the drift,
to see on which coast we will shift.

On the right bank I want to strand.
To turn around the ship – to wend,

with my bear hands I paddle and row,
to give direction, where I wanna go.

On the right cost I want to settle the ferry,
the right one, the one where we marry.

But if the drift is wrong,
if it’s too strong,
the ship will just swim along.

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Words

Walter — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 22:54:15 +0000

Silence. I don’t sleep,
not really, not deep,
Silence wakes me up, not only me
but also the question I have for thee.

While the morning penetrates the night,
sunbeams cast shadows as best they might,
Unbound and in between I sway.
I want to ask you, ask you today .

Flows of words carry away
everyday’s life in that I stay.
Your voice slightly quiet I hear,
nothing will ever replace it my dear.

Merely the vibrations of my own voice I miss,
When I am saying the words, the words of bliss.
Diffidently I may plead,
but my word is my bond – indeed!

As my sign of deepest honesty I shall bring
pure words and a golden ring.
Enchanted your eyes may sparkle and blink.
Eventually – in my arms you sink.

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Cactus

Walter — Wed, 08 Jul 2015 12:00:09 +0000

The night before the accident I walked past that flower shop where I saw the cactus. I stopped looked at it and kept on walking.

Then things were going through my mind.
Its such a small and lovely plant and it’s strong and robust at the same time.
It’s so tiny and fragile as well as tough and can live in poor soil.
It’s looks cute and soft and it has stings to fight.
If you want to stroke it it would stab you.
It’s untouchable of a kind through it’s thistly shell but beneath there is a soft core.

So I thought it’s like you. Then I stopped went back and bought it for you.

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Sandy beach

Walter — Tue, 16 Jun 2015 21:50:26 +0000

You step on it and you feel it first on your sole and than between your toes. It’s warmed up by the sun and the smooth texture covers your feet. With every step you sink in and it’s so pleasant to walk on it’s soft surface.

You need to keep it at a steady pace. Don’t speed up too fast or even try to run. Then it will force you to your utmost and you run the risk that all your power will diminish rapidly.

Combined with gusty winds it can hurt you badly. It will reduce you to tears when it gets in your eyes.

If you want to dig a hole jump in it and entrench yourself you ought to be seriously prudent. It can lead to a state where you reach impasse. It can grab you and never let you go. And then you wont be able to escape.

Only too well you shall enjoy it by nestle down and huddle against it. You shall immerse in it, it’s exceedingly cosy and makes you feel most comfy. You feel truly sheltered when being coated all around with it.

It’s like glued on you. You can wipe and rub as much as you want. You can’t get rid of it.

On the contrary, you are also unable to retain it.

Dig in it with your hand deep down and try to grab and hold it. You can’t. As hard as you try. As many attempts as you make. It’s unfeasible. It’s a losing game, unwinnable.

Because it just keeps slipping through your fingers again and again.

Yes, sure, you could shove it in a bucket and put a lid on it. Then, at that state, you won’t be able to enjoy it anymore, locked, cold …

It only gives you pleasure and happiness there where it belongs to. At the right time, at the right place, with the right person!

Being in love with you is like a sandy beach.

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