"Own Poetry" by "Martin Kellner"
 The Sun Within
     Even though it's raining outside
     and life is pretty rough
     nowadays
     there is a sun within
     that's shining through the
     clouds

     A sun in whose company
     the glow of a cigarette
     fades to nothing
     A sun that keeps me warm
     feeds me
     heals me
     needs me

A Scar In Eden
      In the early morning
      while the grass was still wet
      from morning mist
      the snake snuck into Eden
      Through a hole in the fence

      If there ever was a fence around Eden
      But I'm sure there is
      'cos it's so hard to get in
      And something was lost through that hole

      The hole can be mended though
      but it'll leave a scar
      Even Eden has its scars

Inner Garden
      Those gardens inside of us
      where we grow our ideas
      and dreams

      Whether foul and rotting
      stinking and malevolent
      or sweet as the smell of thyme
      in a summernight

      In the summernights
      I'm strolling in my garden
      All the smells
      Sweet, seducing
      full of promises 

      You're my neighbour
      Occasionally I can feel the smells
      of your garden
      Like a whisper in the air

      There is a dark corner
      where the shadows are deeper
      down by the old appletree
      I don't dare go there
      during the nights
      fearing what might be dwelling there

      In the grass
      wet from morning dew
      there are huge footprints

      Why don't you come over to my garden
      there is a hole in the hedge, I know
      Together we could bring light
      to that dark corner

I don't know if this is another part of the last poem or a new
      one, but anyway...

      My inside is full of beauty
      and I know that so is yours
      The beauty of a frozen garden
      All the flowers dead
      Frozen at their most beautiful
      Still beautiful in their frozen barrenness
      still gleaming and glistening
      Through the long winternight

By a Fallen Friend
      Your face is relaxed now
      finally the beasts are silent
      and the torment in their tow
      in which you were indulging

      The sun comes in
      through the broken window
      shining on your fair white skin
      broken flowers don't have any use for sunshine

The Last Pages
      Another cigarette
      burns another five minutes away
      another cigarette
      Five minutes they say

      The last pages
      in the book of life
      The last black ones
      That tell of breakdown
      and decay
      I tear them out
      and roll them into cigarettes
      I don't want them anyway

Before Darkness Falls
      Love now
      before this day is done
      before autumn has come
      before it's too late to run
      into my arms

      mayflies on the ice
      of this little pond
      memories of a lost paradise
      before autumn had come

      The last rays of sunshine
      let's catch them on our wings
      the last days of summer
      taste of next spring

Love now
      darkness is on its way
      freezing us into ice
      forcing us to stay
      on the surface
      of our little pond
The Silver Rays of Night
      Let's dance on a moonlit beach
      fast
      till time no longer has any meaning
      till the moon sinks into the sea
      like ice in golden whiskey
      Faster
      till the stars start spinning, blurring
      spilling their pale silver light upon us
      and into the sea
      spending themselves in the process
      giving us all their glory
      happy to do so
      Faster
      faster, madly spinning
      your hair intertwining
      with the silver rays of night
      And later
      spent, sleeping
      with the golden purple rays of dawn
      There is a tenderness
      I lie naked before her
      all cracks visible
      And beneath them, hellfire
I Don't Want Harmony
         I don't want harmony
         I want claws
         to rip into my soul
         Tear me to pieces
         Please

         A happy poet
         is a bad poet

         God
         what am I supposed to do with you?
         I don't deny you
         but I don't want you

         now

         I don't want harmony
         don't want peace

         Peace of mind
         just once...
         this terrible temptation

At My Most Beautiful
          At my most beautiful
          I can see the harsh beauty
          of misery
          the beauty of rainy nights
          and windswept streets

          At my most beautiful
          I'm a black-eyed cat
          stalking the darkened gardens
          Spit three times
          if I walk in front of you

          At my most beautiful
          I can hear the leaves rustling
          in the solemn nightwind
          stars falling
          and apocalypse coming....

Soul To Soul
          Another soul
          so close...
          Another soul
          like a warm jacket
          on your own

          Like me to you
          Mouth to mouth
          Heart to heart
          Soul to soul

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