The brave

Dare the things
that obscures the view
and cut down
with your sharpest scythe
your resistance.




Into a vacuum

The north wind did not manage to wipe away the sin from the tormented body
tried desperately to dress the naked, ruthless wind penetrated the marrow
in a shout of chills
hands trembling like leaky branches
the cramp was thrown back into a dark room
in a childhood friend described
the pale blue cold whispers stubbornly
sucking the power out of whining body
to pass
to recreate
a virtue buried
It was you and your intrusion that created the image
firmly etched shape of an icicle
Yes, scream the chorus in fierce heart’s struggle
It was the rebel in an infrastructure that took the sharpened pen
similar to a historical form
in a war that began

and never ended.

Olivia 5




The merciful Samaritan found herself out of reach

Vibrated all the way into bone
like an inventor’s accuracy,
I applied myself in pure desperation
beyond the understanding of the worlds concepts
the little tickle whispered
unintelligible phrases
not manifested,
yet paradoxically comprehensible
as tracking on a trail of
unknown phenomenon
the light is licking its creators desires.




Was always next to life

One foot inside and the other one dangling free
viewer viewer
trail’s relentless desire to see
that little invisible
in mountains rustling
in flight
in fugitive shine of hapiness
taken by the sunset
drowsiness of a moist drip’s longing
free from the stagnant time, life flies
in a jump
which sticks in the resin of the tree
that becomes your sleep.