Achim Wollscheid Poems

I hear the sound of Erhus and horse headed fiddles and
I wish I was music, I wish I was the melody that floated through the air,
So pleasant and beautiful, so free
Carried on waves, carried everywhere;
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Should I shudder from past dissappointments
and haunting pleasures stifling my soul?
Where is there to run; from these things, there is nowhere.
There exists no eraser powerful enough to remove
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I've experienced death only once before
and there was no bright light.
There was rather anticipation and curling waves of fright.
I lay lifeless as a beaten bird in the middle of the street
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From where did love come;
It's salient features like the blinding sun,
standing out enough so that it be clearly seen.
And why's love so mean,
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I stab at him before his knife reaches my chest
Pain just isn't something that I'm use to
And my eyes close to the problem in front of me
Because I don't wish to see complications
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You sense my gaze upon your back,
burning with longing.
You hear my heart,
beating loudly with desire,
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Rhyming takes time,
a precious element that I have not.
And logic demands proof,
but I haven't got a lot.
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Have you ever had the feeling that you couldn't do anything right?
No matter how hard you tried, everything always became a mess?
Not even one of those small messes that you can easily clean up,
but the kind that starts out round and spreads until its reach is infinite?
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Dear Brokenheart,

Do not fight a feeling, because you will only come to beat yourself up;
No, it is not worth the struggle to end up out of luck.
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No, I do not want to taste
That which I cannot live without.
If it were in my grasp at all times,
Maybe I'd devour it up,
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