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She stood gracefully and walked swiftly away from the table, chair squeaking in protest as it scraped against the hardwood floors. The buzz of the cafe noise faded into the background.
Tap. Tap. Tap. -- he counted them, the familiar rhythm of her bright red stilettos -- 14. Then -- the jingle of the chimes, giggling like a mischievous child. He sat immobile and counted. 1. 2. 3. The number of people who coughed. 7 -- glasses clinking at the back. He counted his breathing -- in, out, in, out. It was normal.
Calmed by the regularity of the surroundings, each accounted for, he blinked, and the table came back into focus. She had left a few coins carelessly scattered across the polished surface and haphazardly strewn around her lipstick-stained cup.
Abandoned on the tabletop remained a crumpled coffee-stained napkin. With hands that didn't even tremble, he slowly disentangled one of his hands from the other and picked up the napkin gingerly, as if it w
The ghost of your music (postcard letter)
It's been two months, three weeks, and a night since you died. Every day I wake up, only to reach out to your side of the bed and feel nothing but cold sheets. Every time, a huge wall hits me and I close my eyes again, only to be dragged out by whoever is in the house at the moment--there is a never-ending guard rotation, it seems, to keep me alive. My parents, our friends, even the cat, all seem to look at me with disapproval. I know it's time to move on, I really do know; but what the mind knows, the heart never listens to. Ever. That's one of the reasons I married you, quite frankly.
The days on which I have the strength to get up by myself are bleak. When I walk around the house, every little object seems to remind me of you. I hear the sound of your soft footsteps dancing through the lonely corridors, and sometimes I follow--sometimes I don't. Most days I languish on the living room couch, staring at the piano. I still remember the day we b
Goodbyehello & goodbye said the spider to the fly
in much the same way our time has gone by
quick as a flash years have passed
swallowed up by some unseen mass
yet lingering behind on the tenuous web
a sea of memories with flow and ebb
lies, a treasure chest of thoughts memorable
these past five years have been most enjoyable
Sinnsucht der ReligionGott oder UnderdoG bedarf
die Wahrheit ist nur dann wahr
wenn sie die Wahrheit ausspricht
und der Niederträchtige versprechen
dem Herdentrieb dieselbe Ab...Sprache
der Hingabe und der Aufgabe
All Inclusive mit Endsieg
Schattenwirtschaft im Rampenlicht
am Anfang war das Nichts
am Ende fehlt die Finsternis
der Sippschaft des Irrlichts
der Tod und der ganze Beschiss
© j.w.waldeck 2014
All I NeedI need Your mighty hand
For the seasons seem to be off
Winter wants to stay on this land
And Spring comes whenever he pleases
Though I need not Spring to be happy
Winter may stay forever
But Your warmth is all I need exactly
For I will never grow cold
life 5For feelings I have yet to feel
And dealings I have yet to deal
For words that I have yet to speak
And answers I have yet to seek
For things that I have yet to see
And all the thoughts I’ll bring with me
For giving me the best of friends, and the ending of all ends
Thank you for this thing called life, for every love and every strife.
i look outbrain, blood and bone
sun, ocean and stone
remember to live
don’t forget you’re alone
don’t forget that you’re dying
as long as you live
don’t forget to pretend
to forget or forgive
and you’re living the dream
just too bad you’re asleep
you’re unconscious of promises
not made to keep
you’re just under the surface
but still in too deep
and we change with the seasons
we set like the sun
and we end in each moment
before we’ve begun
holding onto your losses
not knowing you’ve won
and you know i’m no different
i’m selfish and cold
and i’m frozen and folding
through time til i’m old
then i’ll lay in the ground
and dissolve into dust
then i’ll know where i came from
and i’ll know this was just
in order i find myself
ancient and free
and so new that the ocean
means nothing to me
humming the truth you don't remember about beanshumming the truth you don't remember about beans
you have a better level of initiation
in enormous well you touch ground Buddhahood
no -mind rids of pain and a ghost
are scrathing your head blandly
I stay on the side I hear
that is what said Zaratustra stately things
why you want to hanker when you can have
but I'll stay on the side surely
staying on the side I will simple
with stratified structure
when he is so sad
there is no wisdom
You wake up in the morning- hungry- your soul needs feeding
You look at yourself in the mirror and your wrists are bleeding
You get dressed go to work and come back
Day by day everyday just like a robot on crack
You feel your inside is a rotten pig’s den
You smile to everyone but you cry every now and then
You lie to yourself and forget to live
Reality is a myth and you’re ready to forgive
I WonderWhen does Sisyphus step aside
and let the boulder fall?
Will he take pride
in ceasing his term as thrall?
When is his debt settled?
When is his task complete?
When will the ground be level
beneath his weary feet?
What will come after
the burden is no more?
Is there joy hereafter?
Or is being now the chore?
SpiritScreaming for help on a cold endless night,
Panting for the breaths they do not have.
Intentions both gruesome and beautiful,
Respite as dark as night, and laughter as light as day.
Innumerable faces and wishes and hauntings,
Tonight, again, the spirits dance their lonely dance alone, as always they have done.
Away, away, sailing away,
alone on a wide wide sea;
Drifting, floating on a white cloud plain--
not a thing in sight but me
A mindless breeze, a silent whoosh,
propels the ship ahead,
in the distance, a faint line forms,
a line up of the dead.
Where are you going? I question,
Why am I left behind?
Do not worry, your time will come,
came the disembodied reply.
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