mes poésies de circonstance... von Rose-de-Noire (meine Gelegenheitspoesie in (D/F/E)) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: Spiegel ------------------ gewidmet, meinem Liebsten und dem Phantom der Oper, aka ERIK... SPIEGEL Ich blicke in den Spiegel, sehe mich nicht blicke in den Spiegel, sehe nur dein Gesicht Ich starre die Wand an und sehe sie nicht Starre die Wand an und sehe nur dein Gesicht Ich schliesse die Augen zum schlafen, Doch schlafen, kann ich nicht, Denn ich sehe nur dein Gesicht Ich streiche über dein Gesicht, Doch berühren, kann ich es nicht Denn DU bist soweit entfernt von mir Doch, blicke ich in den Spiegel Doch, starre ich an die Wand Doch, wenn ich die Augen schliesse Berühr ich dich Streichel dein Gesicht Bist du mir ganz nah… Rose de Noire, 22.12.09 Kapitel 2: Black Rose --------------------- Black Rose Did I ever tell you the story Of my unfaithful glory? Did I ever tell you about the black rose About the only place where she grows? Did I ever tell you why she live in darkness? Did I ever show you my vainglorious fortress? Did I ever invite you over the edge? Did I ever show you why I'm on the ledge? If I never did, let me welcome you to my dark home! My shady Mausoleum build of precious stone! Is only here in the darkness of the underground, Where the black rose can be found. She was always full of blandness and all made of kindness She never rested to set me free She never resisted to me. And in all end she set my free, Because she never resisted to me. Here poisonous thorns where my salvation. Her black petals falling on my grave... Kapitel 3: Wonderland --------------------- Wonderland I'm hidden in the shadows, listen to your voice, An I feel, feel like Alice, Alice in her wonderland I see the world, between mirrors, An I listen to your voice, Feel the sharp cuts, leaving by the shattered glass, from all the bitterness, they leave her marks on your soul An I listen to your voice, you sing a song of loneliness, your melody, is full of emptiness An I'm hidden in the shadows, join in to your song, I will fill the melody with love healing all your sickness, I will destroy the cage, you're captured in. You look up from the stage, seeing nothing but shadows An your voice begin tho rise in an begging plea. An I I'm hiding in the shadows, bounded by the rules, an the dutys, of my name. Feeling like Alice, Alice in here wonderland. Kapitel 4: Galleon ------------------ GALLEON Some time I feel like a galleon out in the stormy sea. Lost and alone. Then I remember: You can't sail all by your own, if you're a galleon. So, if I'm a galleon, there will be always someone at the helm to guide my through the storms. There will always be someone to heave and strike my sails. Even someone to clean up my planks. So I have to thank my captain and his crew. And to try my best to bring them save a shore. Kapitel 5: won't surrender -------------------------- I'm freezing from the inside out I'm still burning with agony And I'm drowning in the air Falling through the endless night And there's no escape The beast is still scratching on my souls door And it tries to hunt me down once more But I'll still turn my back to this door Won't open it Stay out of my fading hope Let my lone I don't care your claws Your fiery breath Your blazing eyes I still fight Even there's no strength left in my weak bones I won't surrender I won't surrender I close my eyes I fell to my knees My feelings are broken But I won't surrender Hope is a fading light But still worth to care I won't surrender 'Cause this is MY life Kapitel 6: presque ------------------ Presque C’est toujours presque, mais jamais tous. J'ai vu mon temple, ton bercail, de faîtage à premier sous-sol, Je suis passée par portes fermée, par salles abimée, J'ai chanté à un auditoire sans audience... Avez même me cachais dans l’ombre d’Apollon. Mais jamais tu auras laissé me passer ce portillon. Le portail à ton royaume. Mais: Tu m'avais dit ou elle est ce petite porte. Tu m'avais dit comment la débâcler et toi même m'a dit tu m'aimes... Je t'aime mon ange et n'est pas seulement presque: Je t'aime par le fond de ma l'âme. Kapitel 7: Tempted ------------------ Tempted I'm tempted to runaway, Just to brake out: Crashing through the wall. Nothing more. Tempted to ride in to the sunset, Just singing: I'm so faraway from home. Nothing more. Tempted to make sail, Just set a new course: Fast ahead to my home port. Nothing more. Tempted to hit the gas, Just pushing it to full speed: Careening home. Nothing more. I'm tempted to say goodbye, Just leaving a note: I'll go home. Nothing more. I'm tempted to do it so. Just this doesn't mean: I'll do it. Nothing more. Kapitel 8: ----------- bouncy ball Sitting on the street, playing with bricks, drawing with chalk, running after the bouncy ball. Climbing trees, hopping down, chasing neighbors cat, running after the bouncy ball. Barking with the dog, feeding the ducks, lie in the field, running after the bouncy ball. Watching the clouds, dreaming away, living a fairytale, running after the bouncy ball. Pretending to be a prince, saving the princess, riding a dragon, running after the bouncy ball. All those memories slightly fade away, all toy-cars wretched, all dragons gone, but I'm still running after my bouncy ball. Kapitel 9: Oh angel ------------------- Oh angel, Oh angel, Broken chords and empty notes, Framing your pictures, wound in circles, Thorny veins adorning your sculptures, Ashes heavy with rotten roses scent And foul of dying hymns, Oh angel, Oh angel, Oh perturbed heart, Oh lost soul, Oh angel, Oh angel, There's no save heaven, no paradise left, No shiny light, no warmth of hope, Just the coldness of your stony tomb. 12/11/11 R. de N. Kapitel 10: forsaken -------------------- Forsaken Crusted blood, red and rusty. Cold marble, green and dusty. Broken mirrors, dull and cold. Shredded curtains, tattered and old. Lackluster ebony, shattered and worn. Scattered music sheets, ripped and torn. Forsaken pipes, muted and silent. Splintered coffin, abandoned and spent. Erik left the building. Kapitel 11: Collectors ---------------------- You're breaking me apart Ripping open up my heart Your bloody fingertips Tracing ancient spells on my lips Siguls forgotten, old And eyes so cold Dark magic feels like home Chills me to the bone. One day in a million years from now I will write our story down Scarlet letters iron flavoured Traced in my blood No inkwell on my desk But the quill in my veins Scribbles down the tale Like angry stitches in rotten flesh There's no such place Where angels live Where silent harps are plucked Only wings and feathers. Or souls and debts. They come to collect. And in the end we all will have to pay. Kapitel 12: Your Name --------------------- I hear your name in the wind Whispered on butterfly wings Spelled out by a birds trill Drawn in the path of a bumblebee I see your name in the sunlight Written by dancing shadows Woven by speckles of dust Painted in the pace of clouds I feel your name in a soft touch Inlaid In a dreamy smile Caught in a soft kiss Trapped in a low moan You’re all I feel In the night The day And between. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)