Maverick

Your voice whispers blandly my name, 

Drowning the noises of a world I do not understand,

Appeasing my fire, guarding my flame, 

Treasuring clandestinity that neither you or I had planned...

Affinity expelled prudence the moment we met,

Rarely in times, ones own life song can be a duet, 

I dove in your loving gaze, fearless, perhaps I knew, 

That in the unknown depths I would find me within you.

 

Ingeniously you strike my hair as if you would touch my skin,

In the palm of your sweet hands I learned where I begin.

Your luscious scent, once inhaled, is addictive as air, 

Paired with your voluptuous kisses words fail to compare.

Forgive my voice, it lacks my words, my whisper is due,

Let me elucidate, this poem is just for you.

Mud

How I despise the words of those who accused me of being happy
Accused as if it was simply a mark given by birth
Accused as if it was simply a seed of luck growing on my earth
Accused, accused, accused as if it was not me who turned happy
But happiness turned to me

Mud, mud, mud it was
Mud all over me

How I despise the words of those who accused me of being happy - as if by chance
Judgements of those too blind to see - kings and queens of ignorance
Bathing in the velvet throne of comfort, in a dark room separated from hope
Surrounded by a wall built by the sad remains of the hand cut last rope
Efforts unborn, already dead
Buried deep in muddy earth, left alone, they fled
Their hands seemed clean from mud, but their skin was dyed in red

Mud, mud, mud it was
Mud all over me

It was at dawn when fear came over you
When shadows grew tall and sight was taken from you to seek truth
When roads behind you suddenly disappeared
And in a starless night the endless unknown neared

It was at night when mud grabbed your feet
When each step ahead was one step too deep
When happiness you thought you know well
Was made of words you could not spell

And while you buried hope right there and then
I walked the road not knowing of its end
I walked the road in darkness, blind and by myself
With no hand to hold and fear my only friend

I sank, I sank, I sank my friend
Buried in mud, I died, it was an end
But darkness passed like a seasons change
My skin a crispy desert, newborn and strange

Murder, you who killed your spirit
An empty shell of life is what remained!
You who dress in life and judge is you who should be ashamed.

It is the mud that is my happiness
My hands are dirty for everyone to see
I am life - not more not less
The mud all over me.

Dear Little Sister

My Dear Little Sister,

You always held my hand;

In times of tearful joy and funny pain, in times of secret pride and endless shame,

In times of loud laughter and louder cries

And even in fear, you stood - and still stand

Dear Little Sister, Dear

Your once little hand, grew big into mine

Mine into yours - a bond truly divine

And loneliness? We never knew

We didnt, we don´t and we will never do

You found me in my darkest room and guided me when I lost sight

Like my own shadow: always and always holding me tight

We walked, we ran, we lifted and jumped - painting our skies cloudlessly blue

You heard me through a gaze, a breathe and in silence

Loud and clear - no one else could ever do

Dear Little Sister, Dear

Taking me for who I am is a love one cannot describe or understand,

A warm love, so honest, sweet and kind

One that I am aware of I was blessed to find

And I can only hope that you, with certainty, know,

And if you should doubt , these words shall show,

That I am endlessly thankful to hold the hand of unconditional love

One who helped me to be who I am

A wonderful woman, sister and friend

One who is and will always be the best in all of them.

Dedicated to my wonderful sister Samira in Love

New York

Because even in the coldest winter, I feel warm.

Because even in the darkest night, there is light.

Because even when I feel lonely, I am not alone.

Because even when I have no chair, a stoop is my throne.

Because even when it´s noisy, I find some peace.

Because even when I feel suffocated, I still can breathe.

Because even on my lowest days, there is a smile.

Because even on a one way road, there is an aisle.

Because even when I hear nothing, I hear sound.

Because even when I fall, there is a ground.

Because even when I cannot stand, I lean against a wall.

Because even when I have nothing, I still have it all.

Dance Me

We might not speak the same language, we might not understand each other even if we do.

And when we try to speak, some might not listen.

But when we dance, we make some space for ourselves and share a monologue.

Join me or watch me - or leave.

Life

Life is easiness when your dreams are dreamed, yet time is not ripe.

- Wish.

Life is heaviness when you´re bringing your dreams to life,time is ripe.

- Hope.

Life is on its peak when your dreams become life.

- Fulfillment.

Rain

Sometimes when I walk in the heavy rain,
The only thing I can hold on to is my umbrella.

Leuchtturm

Fuer Einen

Die Andern sind das weite Meer.
Du aber bist der Hafen.
So glaube mir: Kannst ruhig schlafen,
Ich steure immer wieder her.

Denn all die Stuerme, die mich trafen,
Sie liessen meine Segel leer.
Die Andern sind das bunte Meer,
Du aber bist der Hafen.

Du bist der Leuchtturm. Letztes Ziel.
Kannst Liebster, ruhig schlafen.
Die Andern...das ist Wellenspiel,

Du aber bist der Hafen.


by Mascha Kaleko (1907-1975)

Gypsy

I am a gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

My wish was to be rooted in life - my life is about rooting out.

I am an upside down tree, my roots in the sky, my crown bedded in the earth.

What makes me human is my stem.

I am a gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

I am the daughter of a father who was the same.

I am the daughter of a mother who was not.

What I wish for seems unreachable, what I am is what I am.

Life is moving - and I swim.

Life is changing - and I swim.

Life gives and takes - and I still swim.

I do not drown -

Cause I am

A gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

Thank you Carmen and Thank you Luka.