locataire's poetified thoughts... by D.M.M 'locataire' (detective books to read .TXT) 📖

the tears that I've once dried
Left my unfailing fingertips -
Still - we are always close at heart
And you're the one I truly miss.

Forgive me that I ever ask
But I just cannot help my soul -
Will you be here when days are last
And I set off
To Fields of Gold?


***

*

And she was always warm
And soft.
Took me out of a cellar.
She told me not to worry
And
That we'd survive -
Together.

For a small moment I was scared
It might all be a dream
But than she prooved
Some people are
Just as good as they seem.

* Dedicated to all those, who saved children's lives during the cruel, dark times of the Shoah.


***

Forgive me, dear friend
You will not understand
This desert has no soul

And I feel like a sand grain -
Just one among the few
Who outlive the hot sun -
Just one, stripped of my pride
The same as every one.

Forgive me, dear friend
But you cannot persuade me
To stay where time has stopped

For I must be a raindrop -
And since the world goes on,
So strictly unchangable -
There is no room for rain
Amidst hot ancient sands...


"1943"

This is a story briefly told
By gunshots flying in the air
By ties of blood -
And ties of love
And times of deep
Insane despair.

This is a story briefly told
One you will never understand
Of bonds of true
Brotherly love
Unbroken in
Times of despair.


***

I don’t need your good advice
I am wasted
I am lost
I’ve forgotten how to make
Four small letters
Into “LOVE”

I don’t need your good advice
I refuse to play the part
I forgot to put together
Five small letters
Into “HEART”

I despise your good advice
No, you need not fight for me
I have now learned how to put
Four strong letters
Into “FREE”.


***

Oh yes, I do
Hold on to the Past,
He is my last
Forgotten lover
And in his caring
Flames I last
My heart - insane
My mind - still sober.

Oh yes, I will
Keep holding on
I will not sink
Into Today
I will remember
Where I've come from
So I can never
Lose my way...


Samael's

* visit

"Please, do not scream",
He gently said
And pressed his hand
Upon my lips -
And I could sence
The bliss of death
Close by my searching
Fingertips
"Please, do not scream,
It's not your time,
So many more still yearn to die...
I just stopped by
To spread my wings -
To rest before -
Again
- I'll fly...

* In Jewish lore, Samael is said to be the Angel of Death, the chief ruler of the Fifth Heaven and one of the seven regents of the world served by two million angels; he resides in the Seventh Heaven. Yalkut I, 110 of the Talmud speaks of Samael as Esau's guardian angel. In Sotah 10b, Samael is Edom's guardian angel, and in the Sayings of Rabbi Eliezer, he is charged with being the one who tempted Eve, then seduced and impregnated her with Cain.


To give

Ready to give,
To give more than I have -
A raindrop in
My hand is not enough!
To speak of love,
To wash away your pain -
It's not a drop
I'd give
But a whole cloud!
Ready to give,
To give more than I have -
One heartbeat seems
So clearly meaningless!
To speak of love,
And with love to be blessed -
A thousand hearts
Would beat within my chest!
Ready to give,
To give more than I have -
For you must know
I've never owned that much...
To speak of love,
I'd not give one caress -
I'd open whole
Eternities of touch.


***

I hear the sound
Of glowing constellations
Whenever your
Lips touch the lips of mine,
I wish away
All pointless hesitation,
I give in to
The pleasures - so divine!
A godess in
Your hands' devoted temple,
A flower with
Your kisses still abloom,
I look into
Your eyes and flirt with danger -
For it would kill me
To fall -

In love with you...


Ode to the windswept child

Proud windswept child
How shall I not
Look onto thee with fright?
- The Lord has spoken,
Loud and clear -
His will men cannot fight.

The Lord has spoken,
Yes - He said -
"As Sarah thou shall be -
The mother of six millions,
Those perished and decieved."

The Lord had mercy over me -
He sent His Angels forth,
Those strong-winged guardians
With their hard,
Never failing support.

Until the end comes
I shall fear
To speak about their names:

Of Hunger,

Pain,

Of Terror,

Grief,

And of their brother -

Shame.

Oh windswept child,
Thou need not say
What Lord has given thee -
The might of all Jerusalem,
The freedom of the sea...
And blissfully He lets you stand
Before my tearless eyes -
He gives you sheer naivety,
A will to be surprised.

So easily He lets you think
All power is now yours -
But lessons history shall teach
Will show that you were wrong...


To his Mother

Two women -
Two women who've lost Him,
Lost Him once and for all.
You - through the pain of childbearing,
I - through cruelties of love...

Two women -
Two women who've lost Him,
So close and yet so far apart -
So uncompromisingly different
With the very same pain in their hearts...

And even though I may not know You,
Before You I'd stand in deep awe -

You gave me true Hope, always precious -
You gave me the man that I love...


***

Are his fingers more knowing,
Do his eyes read your mind,
Does his dream lift you higher,
Tell me - what do you find?
Is his touch more adoring,
Does his thought deeper dwell,
Is he blissful as heaven -
While I’m ruthless as hell?
Does my warmth make you shake
With heartbreaking disgust,
Is it that you despise
My soul, long robbed of trust?
Does his love make you strong
While all mine gives is pain?
Is he always innocent?
Am I always to blame?
I have so much to say,
But my words fail to sound
I won’t beg you to stay –
Someday you’ll come around…


Ode to a lover

Watch your Queen die,
Oh lover,
Watch as she flows away,
Watch her wise vision blurring,
Memories fading to gray,
Watch her suffer in silence -
As blind destiny calls,
Watch death break, mercilessly,
Your un-eternal bond.

Watch as all that you hoped for
Goes forever astray,
As her lips lose their color,
While you naively pray -

For no angel can help you,
Now that her time has come -
Your Forever is over,
Now that hers -
Has begun…


To my enemies

It may well be that I am wrong
To watch time pass
Ahead of me
It may well be that I’m not strong -
Not as strong as
You thought I’d be
It may well be!
My sinful mind
Does not play long
With words like these
It may well be, I can’t deny -
For my denial
Builds your peace…


Autobiography

My life’s not easy to describe -
It’s like a secret history book,
A sum of many past evens
That one prefers to overlook -
Private uprisings, ghetto walls
Of airless thoughts in shrinking space
Private oppression and revolt -
Private riots against disgrace

Private rebellion, opposition -
And martial laws – by whom declared?
Awakenings, Round Table talks -
And endless freedom I demand

Outbursts of passion where there shall
Just bliss and tranquility be –
You yearn to know?
Well, there you are –
Open that book
And you’ll see
Me.


Togetherness

You know not a word of my language
I know not a letter of yours
We lay somewhere in a dark corner
Passing on –
Passing on warmth.
You know not my friends or my enemies
I know not your joy or your grief
We lay somewhere clearly forgotten
Passing on –
Passing on peace.

You know not how to cause me pain
I know not how to hurt your pride
We lay somewhere, and plan to go nowhere -
Keep passing on –
Passing on life.
We know not tomorrow’s direction
We know not the days that will last
We lay somewhere, and there’s nothing happening -
We lay somewhere where there is
Just us…


***

“You know not what true life is”
They tell me every day
While I wordlessly witness
Death, agony and pain.

“You know not what to look for”
They whisper in my ear
While I search, never resting
For ways to fight our fear

“You know not good from bad”
They effortlessly claim -
I fail to find an answer -
Thus I
Have lost
Their game…


The heart that swore fidelity

After I'm gone
You may not cry for me
You'll find the truth
Engraved upon my door:
"Here lived a heart
That swore fidelity
Through peaceful days
And through the nights of war"

Go on and feed
Your youthfull soul with pride,
With awe you wake
In all those lost and cold

After I'm gone
You'll come back just to find
This secret pledge
Written upon my door.

Though years have passed,
Though I have known them all -
Pale breasted loves
Aiming to steal your light

I let you sail,
And if such is your choice -
Than silent waiting
Becomes the choice of mine.

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Publication Date: 01-03-2010

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