English – Page 58 – Scriptorium '77

Frolicking With Intent

Frolicking about glimpses of imagination
Passing by the very spot my mind went shut
Seeing tiny unicorns with rainbow tail and golden glitter

Trouble Ahead

It’s still early February
But I can already sense the heat coming
The heat from all global spaces
It is the cold eye of the storm humanity faces

Midnight For My Soul

I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
There is an inner peace I find
Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind

I Still Haven’t Done What I Want To Be Remembered For

There is a feeling inside of me
that I am enough

Sonnet #19: Escape

He always left the escape door wide open
To flee the scene as soon as struggles grew
Sometimes he tried to face a case with coping
But in his mind was left what he went through

Monday Night On Tuesday Morning

There is a darker sense
Far beyond midnight without any { offence / essence / evidence }

VOICES QUIET NOISES

at midnight are the voices quiet noises
through the open door of my balcony
comes streaming in not just clear air

Annette

ANNETTE is a fairy tale
In a good way
And in a bad way

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You don’t even need to be born
You’ve got already labels pinned to your back

A Melody In Orange and Blue

Capture the light right, she said
demanded almost and lifted her head
full of wool and hair