Under the rising sun,
we met at a crossroad, entirely by chance.
You became a companion, on my arduous journey,
as I walked down this long road of life.

You took me to a field, with flowers at full bloom,
with the hydrangea shining in the spotlight, under the full moon.
Under the curtain of stars, your blue eyes sparkled,
your kindness, compassion, and wisdom showed.

The time we spent together, was the highlight on this path,
each word we typed was made of golden thread.
But as I stumbled upon these slivers,
they snapped at once with crippling anxiety.

Your back turned towards me as dusk crept in,
my heart wrenched in pain at this lost friendship.
Clouds swept in, brining a torrent of rain,
along with it, a flood of memories, fogging my brain.

The time we had, although was short,
will stay with me forever, at the back of my thoughts.
You gave me a lesson, of infinite wisdom,
a beam of enlightenment, in the darkness of ignorance.

I bow to your shadow, and bid farewell,
to the companion, teacher, and my friend, I then fell.

13.11.2023

Twast a passing in my time,
a snippet in my life,
a page in my book,
a journey in my mind.

And that's why I consider,
friendship as a mirage,
a brief flash of light,
in a darkened soulless night.

05.2023

The ticking of a clock,
marks a passage in time.
We are but a passenger,
halfway on the line.

Eternity is long,
something we don't get to see.
For our mortal bodies cannot percieve,
the boundless amounts of glee.

Tick tock, tick tock,
the sound of an analogue clock.
Beep beep, beep beep,
the sound of a digital clock.
Both instruments of time,
a display for wonder,
a projector of mysteries,
of which we don't see.

But hold it close, and hold it well,
for we only have a few years to tell.
To make a difference, in the river of time,
to leave a mark, before the final chime.

05.2023

Death is coming, almost here,
getting closer, year by year.
All we have seen, and all we have heard,
contributing like a heard.

It comes at us, a torrent of thoughts,
showing us the road, which we walked.
The friends we made, along the way,
vivid memories, in their place.

But that's not it, not the end,
we still have more, more time to spend.
Still making memories, for a while,
making joy, love, and smiles.

But when it does come, we hope to expect it,
laying in bed, about to rest.
Surrounded by family, friends as well,
taking the last breath, of farewell.

10.2022

Rest your legs weary traveller,
for you have entered the house of god.

Look up at the lines of gold,
and rest your eyes on the offerings.

Let the light, which passes the sacrifices, bathe you.

And let your soul rest, before your journey continues.

12.07.2024

Is church not a place for a weary traveller to rest his feet?
Is it not a sanctuary away from worries?

Come day or night, for a refuge is free,
to keep you and I, far from heat.

For those that pray and those that do not,
here is a place that takes us to god.

So what is a church for you and me?
Just a place of whatever we want it to be.

14.07.2024

Is my presence a blessing or a curse,
oh pray to god, and scorn the devil,
show me the gates of heaven not hell.

Or show me neither and leave me be,
in quiet, peace, and solidarity.
I for one, would rather be,
the pebble being, watching the scene.

03.2023

What we see are not the gold and riches,
the flourishes in the music or the high notes sung,
but the lifeblood spent,
by the composer,
the performer,
vocalists,
and conductor.

Carved golden statues shoulder the hall adorned in leaf,
four marble eyes look down,
staring past the notes of music glory at the audience below.

Gods of the hall look down from higher still,
at the sea of faces absorbed by the allure of every note.

Though notes come to me,
my eyes and soul are drawn by every enchanting pull of the bow.
My pen lies motionless in my hand as my mind is beckoned close by a legacy.

Oh how centuries has led humankind to such elegance portrayed by the striking of every note.
Something our human mind is yet capable of fully comprehending.    

A wave of thundering applause broke me out of my trance,
back to the reality we live in.    

Fine

13.07.2024

A 18 year war,
with its end in sight.
But with a single message,
all hope crumbles.

It was a false end,
a deception fuelled by my own mind.
With no one else to blame,
apart from myself.

In some ways, there was an understanding,
an expectation of sorts.
That looming feeling,
which was always present.

Two days on now,
and the tears have slowed.
A conclusion reached,
just one year more.

17.08.2024

Who am I, to blame but myself,
for my cowardice, unwillingness, and incompetence.

When I never stepped forwards,
or muttered a word.

Without a drop of hope in my heart,
who am I to blame but myself?

08.2024

Cry,
fill my chalice with your tears,
let the salty nectar slosh,
your sorrows expressed through weeping anguish,
from a shattered heart in tattered pieces.

12.11.2023

A steak so pink but also dry. Not a drop of blood but sucks the spit from the mouth.
No carbs to the side, so pasta is called.
A wailing child pierces the background.

A portion of pasta, too large to manage, but forced down, it must, in companion with the steak.
A dash of chilli, against explicit orders, a pinch of fire, down the gullet.

Half the steak gone, the moisture in the mouth too.
A throat breathing fire from the pasta, no longer a dash but has developed into a full sprint.
No water to relieve, a refill not fulfilled.
Only satisfied by another screech.

Murder I cry, and it is I.
Either the murderer, or the murdered, I know not.
But I feel death coming, creeping close.

Another cry and a strip is sliced, fresh blood spills off the knife.
A pool on the plate, as the feeling foretold.

The light shines brighter, eyes open wider, nerves pulled higher.
Bleeding steak, laying in a pool of blood on the plate.
A plate of pasta, waiting to be cleared, as wisps of flame gather above.
A mouth lit alight, coughing with fire.

The water finally filled, a gulp down, instant relief.

One more cry, and the writer has finished his dinner for the damned.
”What crime have I committed for this fortune to befall me?”

08.2024

What has fate prepared for me byond these trials?
Such suffering and agony upon this journey I took.
Every burdened step, filled with the grace of this curse.
Just to stand before a gate, guarding the end.

What even awaits me byond this point?
Worth the torture, and pain to get here?
What can I do, except push them open,
to see what fate has prepared for me, beyond these trials.

13.09.2024

The day I realised, it came as a suprise,
neatly wrapped, in the form of a shock.
I sat there with wonder, filled with confusion,
pondering over my feelings in amazement.

I'd known her for a while, and saw her as a friend,
we had things in common, often sharing a smile.
It was once a day, throughout five years,
hearing her life, joys, and fears.

It's not possible though, just unrealistic,
perhaps that's why I never asked it.
Covering my eyes, and blocking my ears,
not looking back, with a face full of tears.

Should I forget, and return to myself?
Forgetting all this and saying farewell.
Or should I continue, a goal in mind,
not stopping until, I make her mine.

10.12.2022