Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone,
Or is he still with me?
I feel him beside me.
He chuckles at my blunders.
Laughs at my jokes.
Cries when I’m hurt.
He is with me.
Always.
Forever.
A THANKSGIVING SPIN
Sweet and tasty it may be.
It does not come for free.
Life was given up
For this group to sup.
What are your holiday wishes?
And what could be the side dishes?
Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate
May satisfy your cravings of late.
Enjoy!
silenceforthesoul Deactivated Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Are we truly alone?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
Beside us every day?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone?
Or is he with me?
I believe he is.
He chuckles at my blunders.
He laughs at my jokes.
He cries when I’m hurt.
Yes, he is with me.
Always.
Forever.
Soaring.
Towering above us.
Blocking out the light.
Creatures of might.
Lovers of the night.
Holding hands.
Brushing shoulders.
Brothers until the end.
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
My family doesn’t care.
Would you?
In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.
Do you ever feel alone?
No one listens to you.
No one understands your problems.
Thoughts rumble through your brain
but you have no one to share them with.
I might as well be on a desert island
with only water around me for miles.
A desert island all to myself.
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A door among many others.
A family like all the others.
Eating at the dinner table.
Drinking wine.
Laughing.
But something is off.
The wine is blood.
The dessert are fingers.
A family not like the others.
THE DEAD GAME
Paradise is within our grasp.
Within our environment.
Within our homes.
We have to stop and listen.
It could be as simple
as a snowy day.
Or as complex as
a large family.
Enjoy the happy season.
Have fun in the snow.
Appreciate your family.
Paradise is within our grasp.
A beautiful couple.
So happy together.
Fun times.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
So happy together in life.
So happy together in death.
