Anneke

Just one joke 01

About me

Hello, this is me. Drawn by me.

Would You Love A Ghost?

Where are you now, when I need you most?
I think I saw you, but it was just a ghost.
There is such a cold place, in your part of bed.
I think of you in my prayers, when I pray for the dead.

I feel pain so intense, but don´t know for what it is.
I wish for a one last embrace, for a one more kiss.
But you are so far away and you do not hear.
I think I heard you, but it just wind blew here.

Oh all those moments, that we have had shared.
They seem so empty now and I feel so scared.
Shall there be a love for me? Or will I have to live without?
I see no point in going on, though turning it inside-out.

I think I have to forget you, but don´t know if I can.
Why the fuck you left? Leaving me a broken man.
This was my question and soon an answer came.
As I looked amazed at the picture in my window frame.

There were the icy flowers of the morning frost
and a writing there: „Would you love a ghost?“
Then there was a sudden cold, it gave me a thrill.
I fell on the floor and whispered silently: „Oh yes I will."

Oh yes I will!

The Song That Tries To Keep You Sane

When even the best of your doings seem to end in vain
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When only you survived a crash of an aeroplane
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When it looks like that you´re the plainest Jane
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When you can no longer carry the weight of your pain
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

I am trying to keep you sane
turn you back to life from the way to hell.
And if you ask me to explain
maybe I am trying to keep myself sane as well.

When your only joy is a stroll down memory lane
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When they´ve found you a weak link in the chain
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When you´ve realised your passion is on the wane
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

When you lost the background that should sustain
this is the song that tries to keep you sane.

I am trying to keep you sane
turn you back to life from the way to hell.
And if you ask me to explain
maybe I am trying to keep myself sane as well.

Maybe I am just trying to keep myself sane as well.

The Fallen Angel And The Girl On The Bridge

I was wandering the night city streets,
but I can´t remember the city´s name.
For us who were living in the heavens
the mortal cities all look the same.
I was full of despair, for I have lost my Light, my Eternal Light.
Oh how I was longing for the times

when I was shining bright, o so bright.

Some people call us Bringers Of Light,
but it´s not exactly right.
There are some of us, who are darker than the darkest night.
And although we are black ones, we shall burn brightly
in everlasting flame.
But the truth is, that we have no one, but ourselves to blame,
no one but ourselves to blame.

There was a girl, standing on the bridge,
looking into deep river´s eyes.
I felt her fragile mortality and all her hidden inner silent cries.
I have held my fiery breath -
she was thinking of jump of death.
I forgot my own, o so everburning pain.
There was another life slowly sliding into vain.

I flew to her and asked her for her why.
Trying to tell her that it´s useless for her to die.

She asked me what I know of pain, what I know of burdens of life.
I have made a shriek and opened my cloak
and showed her my heart, wounded with a tainted, fiery knife.

„I have betrayed the Light Of God, for a golden grain,
there is no healing power, that can ease my pain.
I have an immortal life, so there is no end to this,
now it is my turn to ask, do you know what it is?“

She looked at me amazed, as I touched her face with my dark wing.
Astonished what other miracles might next moment bring.

„How can I help you?“,
she asked me with strange sadness on her shining face.
I wished I was somewhere else, far away from this place.
She was so beautiful, the mortal daughter of a mortal man.
I wished I could help her, but I didn´t think I can.

I have sat beside her, looked into her shining eyes.
There was a fragrance in the air, smelled like some Orient spice.
„How can you help me? Didn´t you hear what I said?
There is no help for me, I was an Angel, now I am just living dead.
If there´s something you want to do for me,

I only ask for one candid kiss,
I will remember it forever, my little mortal miss.“

So she have embraced me and kissed me on my dark hot lips
and caressed my burning, wounded chest,
with her tiny finger tips.
Then there were lightnings and a thunder roarings
and when it was over, I realized I no more had my pair of wings.

She took my hand and asked me to go with her,
on some secret place.
I said: “Yes“ and kissed her thrice on her face.
There was a strange feeling of the gravitation,
but it was all over, when we passed the bombed out railway station.

We dissapeared into night, have left no trace.
Wandered into another time and space.
We have had much pain inside, that still was too real,
but we have each other and lot of time to get ourselves healed.

We will make ourselves childlike pure

with the love, that is the strongest cure.

The Blood In The Snow (Too Many Wounds To Show)

On cold winter morning
I have made my walk, down the river´s flow.
The pathway I do my walking
was almost lost, covered by the snow.

Then in the morning gleam
I saw some footprints of little woman feet.
I thought that it must be a dream
and I hoped that we will meet.

With the falling snowflakes
I realised how strange does the winter blow
and that some worrying redness breaks
the calm whiteness of the snow.

And then I found her lying
having her final rest, the snow was her cloak.
There was a raven, witnessed her dying
from the highest branch of a mighty oak.

I said I saw some blood in the snow
she said she has bled a bit.
I asked if I can have a look at it
she answered she has too many wounds to show
too many wounds to show, too many wounds to show.

I said I saw some blood in the snow
she said she has bled a bit.
I asked if I can have a look at it
her answer was no, her answer was no, her answer was no.

She had too many wounds,
that she didn´t wish to show.