No..

This is a fresh one, it's called

No..:

In my gaze i express affinity
abundance of emotions entwined to
your steel bars and razor wire
tapping ahead,
climbing fathomless mountains
trustfully clinging to my own yearning
i see the sky unfold, shades of black
random patterns within my own desire
completion of thoughts,
observing your eyes,
the golden haze blinding me
pacing further ahead into dispair
when clouds drift to clear
i will be there
truthfully,
i will be there

Neverend!

I think we all know this feeling:

NEVEREND!:

like an icecube i reject the fluid
like two magnetic plus-poles we deflect
like a sword hitting a shield
like water and boiling oil
like warhammers and guitars
like bodybuilders and chocolate
like salmon and beef
like rich people and bums
like puke and food
if you are lemon juice, I am the hard liqour

Why don't you fucking get it?!

The Ocean

This is a poem i wrote a while back
i always get i little sad when i read it :)

The Ocean:

wearing the eyes of the beholder
the gaze that is never to be returned
i observe, so stoked,
yet i do away with the undeniable.
I visionalize, allthough i'm
unable to see the true colours
I still feel you, nigh but unaware
if i were visible, would i still
be unclear, a blur?
or would all see the beauty in
the light you shine upon me?
being the sun,
you always make me warm.

I am the ocean.

When I close my eyes

When I close my eyes:


When i close my eyes
I see the seed, sheltered
and alone, yet full of life
and understanding
unaware of the future ahead

I see the sapling, seeking the
reckognition from vitality
the purest adoration
of meaningfulness
the adolesence of the soul.

I see the branches,
the visualization of growth
the underlying circumstances
of becoming; the bold and
the careful, in symbiosis
creating a whole.

I see the crown
aged and experienced
now spreading the
memoirs of a life
painfull, yet free
speaking words of success
at it's surrounding family.

I see the past, the present
and the future.

- By Jester

Time goes by - Jester

This is a poem i wrote while i was depressed a couple of months ago, helped me alot:

Time goes by:


i saw, how you craved the song of isolation
saw you break apart and burst away into the reigning dawn
so negative and yet so full of blaze
as you walk towards the horizon you burst into flames
and leave with the tune of morning

moving along the empty trail,
searching for everlasting brilliance.
and only a vow would be heard
in the barren dunes of yesterday
time goes by, forcing fathomless riddles to unfold

and thus nothing will be found
a reave of superstition
a cleansing of words
the diversions take hold

stuck on the pathway of unforseen events
never release the grip, when down to crawling
claim the hour to absorb the last minute rays
resort to complete, and merge with the forms

time goes by