189

Beauty

Your highly inspiring beauty

it makes my rhymes crumble,

it provokes a sense of exhaustion for verses

as though words went trekking

there, completely alone in the jungle.

Whispering to me those words

I do encounter that raylight,

such mysterious guidelines.

Finally your name do I learn,

with you comes the how and when.

188

Sunny

The sun carefully placed

upon my bald head

in spite of the inability

feeling like reaching it looks real -

as if it were there

as if its only reason

as if its sole purpose

was to love me

was to provide me

with all of its energy

abundant powerful rays.

No extraordinary ssuperheroe

is able to be spotted here

this is just me, a sunrise lover

tenderly allowing the sun

to wake me up with a caress.

187

Monotones

I do not know exactly

where I should begin with;

I am fed up with myself,

I fucking destroy everything built.

Should I start, though a bit late,

with the precise instant

at which I let you escape?

Should I continue with that bullshit

of naughty pride and nothingness

everyone has heard of?

Should I put an end

to that infinite loop

of fake empathy and self love preached?

Neverending insensitive prose,

incesant "I's" pointing at my nose.

Honestly unsure about going on,

self pity does not work any longer.

186

Smell

Every single smell

inevitably reminds me

of you intangible chest;

every single moan

it is an echo

buzzing in the cold;

every single touch,

without a doubt triggers

that thought of the non materialised.

The eternal contradiction

of your (non) existing

it utterly drives me insane;

it is fever running through my veins,

it is beneath me eroding,

yet like lava violently erupting.

185

Gravity zero

Gravity zero has come to stay,

I ind out whilst I float.

Slowly moving back and forth,

even though nobody wishes to play.

Upwards and downwards do I move,

yet no one seems to really care,

I think they cannot bear

now activities doing,

repetitive, boring routines breaking.

Something urging to comprehend,

it is the need to connect with devices

instead of facing reality.

Then they try to convince me

not to believe in old tales

of girls in gravity zero floating.

184

Comeback

And then,

all of a sudden,

I decided to return.

The only plan,

the only purpose,

the only target

is to avoid another injury.

So conscious am I

of strengths and limitations,

yet unable to give up.

183

Observer

I am the peaceful observer,

the quiet passenger

in the midst, thunderstorms

of coming and going strangers.

Highly particular habits,

out of the ordinary obsessions,

youngsters like cheese and chalk.

Still eager to have a talk,

that tiny universe on wheels,

that special means of transport,

on a daily basis do I need.

182

Compass

From time to time

the evidence seems to indicate

everything is fine

everything is fun and games,

indeed are we cooled down.

Irrespectfully for others, though,

one another are we smiling,

yet damned reality bites

it is no man's land;

where is the compass?

181

Digitally

Your digital creepy voice

begiing some attention,

craving desperately for love

without a clear notion

of where to go

or how to make it stop.

The, I shut this down,

I forget about this stuff,

the intangible, for a while -

I begin to stretch out,

since no matter how hard I try

you are not around now.

I focus on the steps,

for I need my whole strength

on the tempo of the waltz;

on polishing my fifth,

the demi pliés, the soufflés -

I remind myself of the grace

when performing a relevé.

180

Okra

That flower not in bloom yet

and it is already in big trouble.

I might be wrong, I know,

but joining dots gets the elders nervous.

No one am I telling,

the huge compromise

of the third in question.

Upsetting who? Apprising what?

Oh please, better not chat.

Contradictory enough

feels alive by her side,

yet at the same time

isolation is the rule right now.

178

Art

Art is utterly painful,

I am kind of puzzled,

as to the agony, the price,

is it worth the effort?

It is only through perseverance,

strength and perseverance

what actually makes it great.

As a Greek thinker once said,

a virtue that with hard work

can only be attained.

Otherwise, and I take the credits

about this one

it is harmless fun

that in the long run

nobody will ever recall.

175

Mephistopheles II

How can such perfection

be successfully achieved

without contrasting colours?

I need that knowledge,

I need to know it all

for I've tried on my own,

yet nothing cool came out of it.

It has always been here

it has always been inside me

I am giving further information.

It is like distinct music notes

representing a multiversal soul;

like shades and shadows,

wild paintbrushes on a white wall.

174

Coldness

The weather's so cold

I'd better put on a coat.

Nontheless, it is widely known

that my earnest desire now

is to get intimate with your soul;

that what I crave for in fact

is our wildest dreams to surpass.

Where is meditation?

Shall we meet tonight?

I'll be here, waiting,

I've got plenty of time.