Blue Magic

December, the dark time – the steadfast dark – darkness outside, but inner light glowing magically…

Wasted

You have created an empty world for me,
Missing humanity and friendship,
And set conditions that every game must be lost.

You have stolen almost all my colors,
And the joy of the rainbow, the golden sunshine,
And everything grayed out, got ghastly, as it is.

You have imposed your will, your bigotry,
And thwarted my life, destroying my hopes
And you have laughed my dreams to scorn.

I sincerely hope, after all, that it was worth it,
Because by robbing me of my powers, my magic,
You also prevented many good things from happening:

The help I would have given to those in need, altruistically
And the healing power I possessed – was sealed away
In a better world – that is not … Thanks to you.

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The inner child, if still alive,
The child in us creates new worlds:
Boldy in colors, bright and clear,
In rays of light that banish darkness
Far into the days that never come again,
Far into realms which last no more.

The inner youth, still being brave,
The force in us survives all scars,
With heart and mind: togetherness,
Joining in senses, accomplished
To a lightly prism of brightness:
Chearfull hues paint rainbow arches,

Paths to further, enlighted sunshine,
that overcomes gray teachings.
In these bright rays you understand
What true colors your soul holds –
This is your life, this is true love:

Take of yourself, become thyself.

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Crown Game

It’s rarely stupid, rarely daft it is,
To play such obviously treacherous games,
Devised by evil idols on Earth, games
With nasty rules so that you can only lose.

As a reward you get what doesn’t give salvation.
Do not be distracted by appearances:
What has no morals cannot really be beauty.

For what good is this crown, the golden one,
That they pretend to give you,
If you can’t even hold it,
Or that, if you could stand it,
Would only conjure up your ruin:
Cause they envy you and their prestige,
Cause you’ll be threatened with death,
When you wear it, this unholy crown.

For some it’s a tiara, for others a sceptre,
In some worlds they are rings of power.
But none of these goods bring salvation,
None of these worlds even would be worth living in,
If a lesser God was at least benevolent enough
To create them for you, especially for you –

Be mindful of what you bring into being.
For we are responsible for what we create.
And we should not spoil our creatures carelessly.

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