English – Page 46 – Scriptorium '77

Did I Finish Something Today?

I must admit:
I didn’t
Just to make it clear:
There is no happy ending to this poem

Something Different Makes Me Happy

Can we simply agree on one point? You just don’t hear what you should understand. You listened to the words perhaps one hundred times. But they don’t mean anything to you.

whatever your main attraction might be

mine is to perish with loneliness
when i stroll through long abandoned castles
breathing in the history of places
wondering about long past people

Forgive Yourself

When it’s Sunday and you’re down
Because nothing worked
And you’re just frown
Forgive yourself

you don’t mean anything to me

writing is a state of mind
you can learn it
to a certain degree
but if it’s imprisoned

Rainboy

I’m that kind of a lad
Who’s unbelievably glad
To live a different life
Without husband or wife

Bon homme Richard

The fruits of tomorrow are already planted
Here and there I can see the fresh air dwelling
And some boys are selling

immune to death

it’s never been the blank page
that i’ve been afraid of
there was no need

Nothing Compares You To…

… people who always lie
because you have been the light of truth
but the liars didn’t believe you…

greensleeves in vain

There’s flickering light
From here to nowhere
Within ten thousand years
The flickering light from here