julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - Prosatexts in different languages
22-06-2024
when desire is dying
I would so much like to bind my deepest desire to a chain in my soul
Or embrace it tightly. and to sing with love songs
it says so much about suffering on earth
and even more about our human existence
There is so much desire for avoidance of the inescapable loneliness.
I want so much to relive those moments, to count the intimacy,
but then I am driven on in such a hurry
In the attempt to cling to dreams, in the attempt to be guided by dreams
When I find the other, the one who knows me and understands me
I will slowly be aware of what my bond with life is
The feeling that I have the right to be there will be more and more mature.
The desire will die. To inherit true love.
22-06-2024 om 10:51
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a gilded lance
icy thoughts often eat away at the past in the conscience.
It atrophies the, gentle desire. It turns the skin into a shield and sees desire through an unsharpened lens.
and yet, sometimes very briefly, shines through supposed walls like a gilded lance, shining with pure brilliance.
For a moment it makes the feeling quiver
Only to die, as it were. Cast aside like a missed opportunity.
22-06-2024 om 10:47
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Untitled
His chair was empty. It was so nude he sank into it.
into his world with the silk pillow; down to the wire worn and dilapidated, its seat still held together by two straps, soft with lost lustre
I feel he is not gone. I smell the scent of his skin, his unwashed hair, and share the sadness of his lost bride, with the tears through the years.
I can still see his smile on his face. His lips curled mischievously and words formed, sometimes spoken in silence.
He's still here. Isn't he?
22-06-2024 om 10:45
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elegance
My celebration of the joy of grapes, the sweet feast along your tendrils
caressing the leaves with the tips of my fingers, while a summer wind witnesses the sound of sighs
my velvety lady plucks the ripe fruit with delicate elegance
with delicate elegance she touches my mouth
22-06-2024 om 10:44
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blinding light
.
I lost the future in finding
sought to fill the past to re-bind me my old soul bound
and promised me golden mountains, dreaming of pure happiness.But the truth above all wanted to terrify me opening my eyes with a compelling pressure
I carry the emptiness under my arms like an invisible encumbered weight, but still take my breath consciously constantly focused on blinding light
22-06-2024 om 10:42
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Channanja
.
With budding vigour she plays the old Stradivarius
When she plays, her strings sound like words with sparkling letters scattered into an aging man's heart.
The violin, carved from gilded wood, trembles with joy under the fingers of this white lily. She is a girl with a still earthly past.
The old master of sound has also been given patience by the Creator: He waits for a miraculous maturation. It is always shrouded in mystery.
22-06-2024 om 10:39
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the blue butterfly
how lovely and light my blue butterfly goes.
she floats fluttering around in my mind, flapping her delicate wings along leaf and flower.
who will not silently yearn for that.
when I see her and give her a smile she feels as it were the joy of a human being. in a silent wink she connects some happiness in an unspoken wish.
with her sparkling waving gestures she lights up hearts, makes me feel what no one can really explain but lovingly attaches tenderness to the other.
22-06-2024 om 10:35
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Be my bride
be my bride when the night comes and the sun of my eyes descends into my heart
As I descend into the transience of created sorrow, be my companion.
place your hand on my shoulder and send me gently into the beloved woods. There the murmur of many souls will carry me
into the passing cold.
Be my bride, if only for a moment, a beat of eternity,
Go beyond what was. Carry me to weave.
Through the eyes of the angels the beauty will smile upon me.
Only then do I feel the greatness. Only then do I know what I am losing.
Be still for a moment, my bride. Such is life when I ring the bells irrevocably.
22-06-2024 om 10:33
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the anticipation
my window is behind soft green tones of woods and trees. i already have a sense of what is to come.
I dream of autumn colours, of misty scents that will gradually herald the end of summer.
I am picking the last fruits. Before nature stops growing.
So my thoughts drift to the field of expectation, where farewells are so normal and falling leaves may soften the landing.
22-06-2024 om 10:31
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21-06-2024
I no longer cry out
I sometimes pile barren flowers on my field of feeling.
there was first blind hope to radiant expectation
like bees rashly sniffing a honeyed bush node.
in truth, however, gradually came the rigid image of the acidic desiccation in a silent watercourse.
words have long since ceased to count as they pile up on shards of broken glass, cutting me into carnal parts, not once, but again and again, again and again and so on of incessant convulsive resistance.
here I stand aging and see around me the missed opulence, drifting far away in dying fatigue.
i look back, i can't, it was life that robbed me.
Even the only reaching hand waved away my longing.
the indispensable has been crucified. i no longer call. I walk away into nothingness
21-06-2024 om 19:51
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like circles in the ditch
I feel in the peace of your womb
and dream of timeless pleasure
spreading like circles in the ditch.
What I am writing about are the loving looks
and the caressing fingers that run over my questioning body.
I spread my letters over silent thoughts
and imagine myself for a moment in your paradise
What more can I expect on this restful journey.
21-06-2024 om 19:48
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in the air, so spacious
almost I go
Or am I already gone
No, as I say
There is still a journey to go
Longer than the long linden avenue
It is more like flying over trees
no oceans but wide streams
that is
on the way to the other language
the most beautiful but unintelligible
that is a double story
I notice while doing
I write myself away
into the future, which
also lies behind me.
I won't interpret it any further
That's already let that bell ring
though a heavyweight
that sounds in the sky
Yes, only conceivable in thought
Or tangible in feeling
It is also like waiting for a past
that beckons permanently
a single soul knows what I mean
but I won't go there
under the blue roof, perhaps grey
I carry a symbolism in stone,
metaphorically speaking
I seek a bridge in the sky
with an illuminating sigh
blowing or in a rumour
it's about, I call it
the slow gait of
a shuffling toad
he knows no better
doesn't think either
is not a man after all, not even looking
for the know-it-all
his existence goes on
inch by inch
he goes as he should
his way is continuous
how lucky he is, he doesn't know any better
21-06-2024 om 19:47
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in plain sight
condemned to insight is my time of present,
suddenly a boundary is marked to the past.
I still think of the roof terrace so close and near your dying.
we feasted a few more times on the brown bump we adored.
are you cold, you asked and gave an imaginary warmth.
it helped ward off the cold of the moment outside, and outside our ring.
we shared, clearly, a moment of opulence
21-06-2024 om 19:46
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I invite you
Come, look, you are so welcome in my eyes
Experience the gentle gaze that looks at you. Colouring you through fine sparkling crystal.
Come to me, give me your hand. My touch will be fleeting as my fingers play upon the skin of your body.
Feeling the rhythm of the tune we will make.
Listen to the sound of the voices that sing of the silence.
the two of us, enveloped by one another's breathing.
21-06-2024 om 19:44
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The poet
With heavy words or playful chords, the poet lays a carpet for the the nearness of being.
He is of such weight that his ego is often shrouded in the fog known in London. He describes his hazy sins with great ease.
With dark vigour he often declares his own mirror.
in which the reflection, untamed, disappears into the coffee pot.
21-06-2024 om 19:43
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Mokum (Amsterdam)
My Mokum is tuned into a grey existence by a drizzle of rain.
As I look over my lukewarm coffee, I can see the rippling water of the canal passing me by.
There is no bustle of colourful people today.
The city seems dead. Even though the tram calls and the shutters open hospitably.
Through me pass the wishes of the past and a hope that is heavier than lead.
21-06-2024 om 19:42
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Eternal spring
Walk with me on the way from here to there, and from there to where?
Let us seek and find. Let us discover and experience what may bind us.
We are silent aloud. We hear only ourselves.
From head to belly to toe, everything swirls through the body, through marrow and bone.
As if in a resounding vault where the unspeakable is echoed.
You through me, I through you, mirrored through both of us.
the spring is alive and the passion is our drive
21-06-2024 om 19:41
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Nessun Dorma
No one sleeps or consciously closes their eyes, the silence of this night can scream or wonder again.
It is not in my power to isolate the silenced feelings of this moment in a simple way.
Unconsciously, my heart is seized by past thoughts of Latin chants, but also by the dream of waiting again.
But above all, it is the indefinite hour after midnight, when emptiness is revealed again and again. It is not the child that is born again, but melancholy.
21-06-2024 om 19:40
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Quatre mains
Join me in playing the solo, an important part of the soul in a human score.
A quatre mains for an unattached couple playing at the same time and side by side.
They come together in the Andante, but find each other again in the rapid Presto. They do not allow themselves to be robbed of their freedom by the solo constant.
21-06-2024 om 19:39
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The birth of loneliness
Born from the paradise of warmth and abundance
with the loss of essential connection, I became dependent and burned, and my soul separated. I lost the sense of oneness.
This is where my loneliness was born. It is so human and fundamental. It awakens the inevitable feeling of desolation in death.
I seek it often, but I am not always able, blind and ignorant, to find the way to eternal love, and I am captivated by all that is earthly. Sometimes I am lulled to sleep by contradictory dreams, both day and night.
My authenticity is close to my soul. It can blossom only if I am willing to grow towards the other and if I am willing to share myself in the garden of unconditional affection.
Only then, yes only then will I be led to a restorative, pure connection.
21-06-2024 om 19:38
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Over mijzelf
Ik ben
, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam
Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm .
Ik ben een man en woon in
Nijnsel (Nederland) en mijn beroep is
proza dichter/poet .
Ik ben geboren op 14/07/1948 en ben nu dus
76 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Mijn hobby's zijn: music improvisations organ and other instruments. julius.dreyfsandt.zu.schlamm@gmail.com.
J.Tourbière de Sable - poèmes en français (schuilnaam Franse teksten) Johannes Revisius (schuilnaam impr. componist)
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