Frank Witte

Sizzling desert sand,
I talk,
heat of a wasteland,
I walk.
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Suppose I would swim across the Atlantic
and tiger my way through Virginia's antics,
West-Virginia and Ohio's romantics
I will pass
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Separation can be measured to a certain degree
by the total number of humans between you and me.
And as sociologists say this is hardly more than seven
it seems just a short path that leads straight to heaven.
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I had chosen my bag
I had packed my things
and leaving I sensed the drag
of memory, past's belongings
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July left desolation,
modes of transfiguration,
skin to metal parts.
Abandonned knight in armor,
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We all have several parts to play,
irrespective who authors the script.
In my mind I have so much to say,
words, babbles, surging feelings and wit.
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From Episode I I even love Jar Jar Binks
although many out there think he stinks.
But he actually made my daughters laugh
and that for me is already almost enough.
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There you stand and wonder
did it come from here or yonder?
Would love submit to the laws of nature
moulded into some unknown alloy?
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I stood paralyzed, silly, in Covent Garden
listening to that old song of Neil Young.
In a few years I 'll know what I've begun
only after I've seen where we are then.
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No Expectations;
No Revelations.
Domestification
of my heart left unpaired.
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I am in that certain mood that makes you wonder;
Is it bad, is it good, by feelings torn asunder?
The night has fallen, the skies are clear,
silence reigns and... stars peek away in the distance.
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Around me this world was grey,
the sun’s piercing made unfit
by clouds of haze and dismay
that left all experience unlit.
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The words you have written burn in a fiery glow
How it feels to receive them, I shan't ever know.
The fire once lit in the hidden depths of my soul
leaves nothing but ashes and a dream beyond recall.
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I wish you sweetdreams and a soothing sleep,
stars high above you, a close watch they'll keep.
From a distance of many miles across the sea,
I will send you the best of thoughts I can find in me.
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And my eyes follow your sweetened lips,
along the gentle lines of your nose.
As in the warm floodlights your face glows,
under the bridges pass a few more ships.
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In my mind I see traces of dawn on your face,
caressing you in your sleep.
In my mind these images spawn without a trace,
sourcing inside somewhere deep.
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Your name is on my lips at the first light of dawn,
and by the time the last rays of starlight are gone,
my mind still moves under memory's soothing spell
of words, gestures and an evening spent well.
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Amidst my imaginary merry feast
suddenly the room went silent.
The peace turned malevolent,
and song of birds went to pass.
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From all the miracles that happen before noon,
and all the mysteries between dusk and dawn
None is greater than you, the smiles you spawn,
in my moments of despair you always speak, June.
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She's watching beautiful skies,
birds singing, closing her eyes.
An airplane passing up on high
she's enjoying harmony in mind.
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