Why do I write?
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When I was 20, I had the urgent need to self-publish a small collection of poems. There was no monetary, or pressure from anybody - it just came from somewhere.
So I spent several days writing poems.
By Ian | 18 June, 2013
The energy to create things exists in all of us. Some of this energy flows through my hands in to words, rhyme, rhythm, capturing light, a part flows through my mouth into song, other through my body as love.
The Arts as such have always interested and fascinated me.
This section contains a couple of channels into which my energy has flown.
A quiet moon lit night
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Commentary to “MoonNight”: It was a moonlit February night and very quiet - serene. I wanted to capture the atmosphere and wrote this piece “MoonNight”, 2011-02-13 23:2 1
What, What Is The Matter
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When I’m walking through my life,
all I think and dream is of you.
No matter what has gone unsaid,
world is not the same without you.
In The Evening
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And then I sit here and wait,
for she is talking to a friend,
and knitting a woolen thing,
for somebody known and loved,
Es brennt mein Herz
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Obwohl es Heute dunkel ist,
und kuhl mit stille Wind,
mein Herz ist warm und voll mit das..
Gefühle wie die sind.
Es strahlt die Wärme und das Licht
Es Tut Mir So Weh
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Es tut mir so weh… Sehnsucht.
Du bist nicht hier.
Deine Wange spur ich noch; wie ein Grasshalm hat es gedreht um die Sonne meine Küsse zu empfangen.
Der Haus der Seelen ist leer - trist.
Associations with a place
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I’ve written a short poem called “Anchored”.
Basically its about having a bad experience and its association with a place.
Some people, who have had a bad experience like a broken relationship or who have been cheated, never want to go back to the same place or even the city. Just hearing the name brings back the bad memories.
Fires of Love
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first
when I first saw you
your smile, blending, like the rising sun
bursting out behind
the daily clouds of grey