Found Guilty

Oh my…
I lost my purity and it became also clear that innocence was also missing
I don’t remember how or where I left ithem.
I looked in every corner of my past
I searched high and low
Suddenly there in the middle of my hear,
I found one finger print of human nature
next to a few skin cells of his accomplice… life.
They have stolen piece by piece
every week
every day
every hour
until I was left with none.

Surprise

It hit me hard, I couldn’t avoid it.

A strong smell of putrefaction engulfed me, as I got near to the corpse that laid in the middle of the street.

I looked into to the dead face,

something inside off me screamed.

That nose,

those lips…

were the same ones,

I always saw in the mirrors.





Maria Fischinger @ 2010

The Idiot

Stranger to hypocrisy
and protocol.
Born to a world
that knows no other way.
He walks among them,
without a guide,
without acceptance,
without love.
Unable to be indifferent
to abhorrent actions;
he acts,
and tries to help.
He losses himself
in dark insanity.


MariaFischinger @2010

Entertainment

String of deceits,
lies and deceptions.
Tears and sorrow
put on display.
Broken hearts,
scars,
………. bruises
wounds,
………… injuries,
flaunted
………exposed,
to amuse,
……..to entertain

All for profit.

All for
............... monetary gain.


Maria Fischinger

Haiku

Golden and mature
nature relinquish its fruits
The hot sun cools down

Summer walking out
The meadow dresses in gold
While white winter waits


Maria Fischinger

Who is it?

It follows me,
.....................I avoid it.
It scares me,
.....................I hide.
It touches me,
......................I escape.
Who is it?
......................I don't know.
What does it want?
......................I don't know that either.
......................It doesn't rest.
It doesn't seem to get tired.
It is attached to my feet.
Nobody has introduced us.
Nobody can snatch it.
I believe that I am condemned
to have it near me all my life!

Maria Fischinger



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Me sigue,
------------ la evito
Me asusta
-------------me escondo
Me alcanza,
--------------la esquivo
¿Quién es?
-------------no lo sé
¿Qué quiere?
-------------Tampoco
No se cansa
-------------no descansa
No me deja,
---------------está
------- --- pegada
-------- a mis pies.
Nadie me la ha presentado.
Nadie me la podrá arrebatar.
Creo que estoy condenada
a tenerla junto a mí.
---------------------------
Traduccion de Wolfgang Ratz
WER?

Er folgt mir,
------------ ich meide ihn
Er schreckt mich
------------- ich verberge mich
Er holt mich ein,
-------------- ich weiche ihm aus
Wer mag es sein?
------------- Ich weiß es nicht
Was will er?
------------- Ebensowenig
Er ermüdet nie
------------- er rastet nicht
Er verlässt mich nicht,
--------------- er bleibt
------- -- -- er haftet
--------- an meinen Füßen.
Keiner hat uns vorgestellt.
Keiner kann ihn mir entreißen.
Ich bin wohl
zu seiner Gesellschaft verdammt.

Measure…

Measure your weight.
...........Measure your food.
............ ......... ......Measure your drink.

Measure ….
.........measure….
............ ........measure …

Measure your words.
....... Measure your thoughts.
............ ......Measure your smiles.
.............................Measure your frowns …

Measure …

.................measure ….

.................................... measure….
m
........e
............. a
....................s
.......................... u
................................ r
.......................................e …
........................................ Until you are no more.


Maria Fischinger @ 2009

Caterpillar

There was a caterpillar
with many, many legs.
He wanted to have dinner,
he didn't eat all day.
He invited little children
to go inside his mouth.
He trapped and swallowed them.
The little ones struggled,
They wriggled and they crawled.
Soon they came out smiling.
Oh, what fun they had
going in and
going out.

Maria Fischinger@ Chicago, 2008

A Lovers Embrace

....Thousand of tongues glide over the skin
......Hands read every peek and valley,
.......lovers embrace, stroking the body
.............. and relaxing the soul.
....Waves of white foam forming and breaking.

........... Thank God for a working Jacuzzi!

Maria Fischinger @ Bled, 2008

A SECRET

I look at the stars to find the secret of life.
In the twinkling lights
eternity had writing her mark.
I search among people for the secret of life.
I found worries, sorrows dismay and confusion.
I search in the forest for the secret of life.
I saw that the cycle repeats itself.
Life is born and it dies;
it last only a brief moment span.
A gift every day.
Every dawn a new gift
to enjoy and to share,
not to waste in regrets.

Forever

At the first glance I knew already
that my heart was yours forever.
Your sweet smile was the door to a land
of dreams and hopes I never knew.
I want to walk always with you
and love you each day of my life.

Friendly Enemy

An identified enemy
one should not fear the most.
Preventive measures could be taken.

A true enemy that harms you seriously
is the one that receives you with open arms.
Kisses your cheeks
meanwhile planning to harm and rob you.

Fat Rats

Every day I put:
bread for the birds,
peanuts for the squirrels.
I leave nothing for the rats.
The food is for the birds and squirrels only!
But, why are the rats getting fatter?....

Over and over again

One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold and
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.


Maria Fischinger @ 2008

IN THE FOREST

Cradle of flowers and ferns,
Dressed with green mosses rest the old,
dead rotted trunks, full of life.
Close by stand white rocks dressed with green velvet moss,
serving as homes to many small creatures.
A stable changing pattern,
constantly mixing their substance and colors
on the canvas of life of the forest.

Maria Fischinger

A SYMPHONY IN HIGH GREEN

Today, the symphony in high green
mixed with white and blue tones
in the key of a radiant sun
was played in the hall of life.




It was followed by the musical duel between the chirping of birds
and the warble of the river.





The fresh breeze harmonized with the sensation of well being
and the constant renovation of life
throughout the centuries.

How sad!

Calm pristine waters
stained with red.
Feathers scattered
across the bay.
Mother duck and ducklings
laying all dead.
Shot by men
having a fun day
during
shooting season
this year.


Maria Fischinger

TO FIX THE WORLD

To fix the world...
it is an impossible task.
The ideal ephemeral and varied.
The pleasure of some,
the nightmare of others.
We are the products of our experience.
The same seed in some souls produces flowers
and thorns and thistles in others.
To improve the world.....
It is to wish to pin the sun in your lapel.
I am content to love everything I touch.

Alzheimer's

...................... Adrift
................... under a fog
..........the present absent and mute
The mind immersed in loneliness and sorrow
.....................Alone

Maria Fischinger@ Chicago, 2008

Inner Garden

Inside,
in private
a garden of passions,
of fear,
hopes,
wishes,
loves,
anguishes,
pleasures,
happy and sad memories thrive in
hidden bends were nobody arrives without the owner surrendering
and letting you in.

Maria Fischinger