julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - Prosatexts in different languages
22-06-2024
I spread out my hands like barriers in front of my eyes
I see little light. My fingers are like rays
restricting my vision
I and see even less from outside:
caged
Directionless thoughts roam like predators, hungry for food
inside my brain
It's as if I have no reason at all, as if I were a dark night train that can't be stopped.
This is not the way of life I have in mind
That's what I hope for on this dark day.
Yes, I know it's an escape
but I think it will be bearable for a while
22-06-2024 om 11:08
geschreven door juliusdzs
I have reached out my hand
so many times in moments of being
Each time in the dying of the day
I Your fingers will never be able to touch me
they are already snapped, beyond repair
Your soul darkened by black visions
and you no longer feel me
Everything I want to share perishes as if by anticipation
along screaming throats of despair and betrayal
Would you rather live in the sight of shadow light
I let you go anyway
22-06-2024 om 11:07
geschreven door juliusdzs
There are those moments when an old feeling separates itself from my new spring - like old sucking roots,
so sparse, so unfeeling, so cool
a misunderstood negative, how the soul was torn apart, painted in grey and black and white
Nor will this memory ever be the colour of a summer bouquet
Not even if it is carried by the highest good of indispensable people.
The recurrent sprout of sudden loneliness has nothing to wish for
The pain can only be eased if one has once again experienced how the feeling was once raped.
22-06-2024 om 11:05
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When life overtakes me through the pain of dying,
when my joy is rare
When Give way to that which is out of reach
No longer knowing what to do, I stand so alone,
my heart turns to stone
I would have so longed for others to flourish through me,
more than has been given to me
In a garden of roses glowing in the sun
But it was not to be
The end turned against me more and more
Sometimes you could say
I succumbed to death
22-06-2024 om 11:04
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My window is hidden behind the soft shades of green
of the forest and the trees
I can already feel what will come
Of I pluck the last of the fruits before nature ceases to grow visible.
And so my thoughts drift out into the field of expectation
where the parting is so normal
and the falling of the leaves is possible
and makes the landing softer.
22-06-2024 om 11:01
geschreven door juliusdzs
near ferns in my garden, spreading and sprinkling
like the green-grey fountain in the Plaza del Piedro
I and contemplate you for a while
A dreamy being, you are
You dance the silhouette of the swaying of the palm trees
with a vulnerable smile of subdued pleasure
across the pavement of my deserted love's square a last ray of sunshine sweeps
and kisses the earth with advancing broad lips
until it has taken over the whole of the square
and I am getting lost in you, my love
with my old clarinet, out of date,
I echo in all the corners, into the dark alleys
This is how I console the bygone day
22-06-2024 om 10:59
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From the parched land I float to the sweet waters
where the stricken lake is still tinged with the salty colour
surrounded by transient reeds
my The current sings
and kisses left and right the caressing shore
and whispers softly to the green that waits
The cold loses an opaque membrane,
it is the sunlight that offers a burst of warmth.
Countless fluttering wings spread the scent
The scent that grows stronger and stronger towards the distance where dawn awaits me.
I hope that tomorrow you will look at me gently.
With some tender tears
22-06-2024 om 10:58
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I still feel the warmth of your love
and take it with me. This all will remain in my heart.
It will encourage the journey to the everlasting
where the creator will surely be in wait for me
and the angels, full of spirit and so finely circumscribed
will soothe your earthly sorrow with their wings of light
I weep once more and touch with my soul
your great hearts a moment longer
while the tender peace is already telling me about the silence
and helping me to shed earthly sorrow
Sing with me the song of the eternal peace
so that all our tears may be interwoven
Gradually divine joy will be born and revive in you
I may now be on my way and hear the call of the cherubs.
They want to carry me to the Lord on the palms of their hands.
For all of you a consoling thought
Farewell and wait till my return to you
22-06-2024 om 10:56
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Hear me fill the voids of uneducated shadows that echo off the thickly plastered, blind walls
And the shameless fall of sand and gravel I perceive
as
So many layers over the years become artificial calloused or dust from ancient images
The soul, forced to nudity by the firing of cannons
that saw deep layers as certainty
The soul that regurgitates the mud in which the rotten poles have performed as a foundation for the pretence of hopeless plays to be performed
I often try to fill these voids with grey dreams
while my fists pound on empty boxes of hope
22-06-2024 om 10:55
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the pure becomes visible in silence
I do not speak of coldness. I speak of calm in a wordless gesture.
In this silence of rising joy, where sand and water come and go, my soul tells me: Ebb and flow have always carried me.
22-06-2024 om 10:54
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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 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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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 Only to die, as it were. Cast aside like a missed opportunity.
22-06-2024 om 10:47
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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
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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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 with delicate elegance she touches my mouth
22-06-2024 om 10:44
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.
I lost the future in finding
sought to fill the past to re-bind me my old soul bound
and
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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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
22-06-2024 om 10:39
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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 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 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.
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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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
22-06-2024 om 10:31
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21-06-2024
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 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
geschreven door juliusdzs
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
77 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Mijn hobby's zijn: music improvisations organ and other instruments. julius.dreyfsandt.zu.schlamm@gmail.com.
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.