julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - juliusdreyfsandtzuschlammprosa

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

dancing in silhouette

.

near ferns in my garden, spreading and sprinkling

like the green-grey fountain in the Plaza del Piedro

I think, so I think of the lost shadows of the evening

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with my old clarinet, out of date,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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:59 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Water

.

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 time there seems wasted

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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:58 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

In Pacem From : The Requiem by Julius Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm

IN PACEM

Farewell, my friends who are all gathered around me

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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:56 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Empty boxes

.

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 the crashing of decapitated words

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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:55 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

it is silent

.

the pure becomes visible in silence

I do not speak of coldness. I speak of calm in a wordless gesture.

turbulent currents drift towards the sea where I see a growing confidence rising in the burgeoning bilge

In this silence of rising joy, where sand and water come and go, my soul tells me: Ebb and flow have always carried me.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:54 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 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.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:51 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

a gilded lance

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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 a moment it makes the feeling quiver

Only to die, as it were. Cast aside like a missed opportunity.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:47 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Untitled

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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 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?

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:45 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:44 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

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

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:42 Reageer op dit bericht

Archief

dancing in silhouette

Water

In Pacem From : The Requiem by Julius Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm

Empty boxes

it is silent

when desire is dying

a gilded lance

Untitled

elegance

blinding light

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