Landscapes of my querying thoughts: A poetic compilation of four years

By Lorenz Filius

This collection contains L. Filius' English poetry works from 2010-2013 in one book.
The previous published titles 'Dialogue With A Rose', 'In Between My Blues And Blue', 'Winter Time Philosophies' and 'From Silence To Philosophy' are characterized partly by Filius' philosophic views, partly by his romantic inspirations. The author tells about scenes and figures within his querying thoughts. By means of many-faceted verses he points unambiguity out as well as figurative and abstract ideas. - Read, feel and intuit poetic clues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Nov 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9783746020433

Lorenz Filius

Lorenz Filius, geb. 1965, wuchs in der Eifel auf und studierte Erziehungswissenschaften, Psychologie und Philosophie. Nach seinem Studium arbeitete er als Dozent in der Erwachsenenbildung. Seit 1997 lebte er aus beruflichen Gründen jeweils mehrere Jahre in Stockholm, Brüssel, Oslo und Rom. Zurzeit wohnt er in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern an der Ostsee.

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This collection contains Lorenz Filius‘ previous published poetry works

Dialogue With A Rose

In Between My Blues and Blue

Winter Time Philosophies

From Silence To Philosophy

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Life is not romantic, is it? Well, indeed there are thousands of reasons that obviously support this statement. And yet, there’s something in us that makes us laugh and cry, something that simply moves us now and then without an evidence of reason. Our moods are often ruled by real life and sometimes just by that, what is inside of us – the deepest soul. That is what I call the origin of romanticism. Our soul contains all the hope, love and views that seem to have got lost since mankind’s arrival on earth. But it’s still there – we only need to believe.

Table of Contents

Dialogue With A Rose: Lorenz Filius

Game of life

Love is just a ware

Voyage of hope

Clock of life

The last dove

Beached

The violinist

Nostalgic

Voices

The baby

Free your mind

Traces

An angel’s kiss

Blossoms of life

Four seasons

Springtime lethargy

Honourable

Who am I?

Open End

Rotten

Complacency

The pianist

Spring

Multiple

Candlelight dinner

Ice flowers

Coin

Dear Mom

Lunatic

Mimes

Blow of fate

Future is a rumour

What you believe

Who cares

Cellar people

Real friendship

Colours

Feast of peacefulness

A dream of truth

Protected

Autumn’s misery

Beloved Jade

Hypersensitivity

Glory

The stranger

Not to live

Unwritten

Dialogue with a rose

Sin

Prayer for childlikeness

The first day

How to show

Momentary stay

Tender touch

Created peace

Child’s tradition

Better life

Fortune

Final flames

Leaves of thoughts

Dark skies

The little death

A writer’s goodbye

Mainstream’s voice

Trails

Four-wheeled chair

Modern kites

To love life

About to break

Greenhorns

Money

The refuge

Brainwashed

I will be

Silhouette

Different kind of future

Do you remember

Faithful souls

Medical masters

Cold syllables

Genius

Before and after

The charming house

Shed dreams

Sleeping love

If I had a father

A life

A spoilt heart

Species

The player

A sad exchange

Spiritual kinship

Wealthy games

Being a child

What we know

Robot Robert

Train of life

Thoughts in a hall

What remains

My time

The kiss

Leave your day

On the run

You and I

Autumn rendezvous

The painter

Mirrors without notions

Explosive

Masses

The power of ideas

Little teddy

Ghost light

Intuition

In the pub

Santa bunny

A mood’s remorse

Destination

Cornwall

Apart from truth

Daddy, tell

Unfinished letter

Without words

Animal charm

Cloud nine

Net crawler

Artificial light

Grapes

The rover

Visionaries

Coated

Cause and effect

Hazy

Resistance

Of importance

Condolence

Locked in space and time

Rainbow

Ancestors

Change of life

Moods

Where questions start

Lost continuum

Not a kind of fiction

Shadow hunter (The Sun)

Near death

Out of a hole

Holding on

Red

Cooling love

A wrong sentence

Appealing hearts

Blinded dawning

Call of spring

The last light

Carefree toadies

Butterfly’s last dance

Children in exile

Collector

Distraction

Divine

Night and day

Misplaced pity

Ring around the finger

Circles

In Between My Blues and Blue: Lorenz Filius

Blues

Clawing at the blue

Past days

Profitless loot

Traceless

A boring movie

Internet-loners

The cockroach

Some doses more

Inanimate love

A junkie’s life

Mausoleum

Homeless far below

End time

Earthquake

Shady empathy

Pandora’s Box of thoughts

Just a tradition

Spinning seasons

Sophisticated

Panic attack

I fall in love

Spring break I

Spring break II

Big dreams

Lilac

Bubbles

Europe

Life time cliff

Envelope of love

Renewal

A waiting lovers’ spring

Morning star

Beauty of the moment

I lost my heart

Rendezvous in Paris

Round the corner

Flemish flair

Tea light

Weckman

In Between

Steps

Why

Melting pot

Philosophers

Past away

Innocence

Behold

Coffee afternoon

Web paranoia

Famous

Picture and window

Relevance

The lost son

Who are you?

Hour glass

No man’s land

Fairies

New life

Sense promoter

Fact of art

Ghostlike

Always tired

No but still

The giant

Self made universe

Heart in blue light

Where time lives

Mourning friends

The lake inside

The actress

Morning moon

Moving

Out of sight

Annual fight

Time nomads

Lamppost

Recurrence

Lonely invention

One and only

Sheep and herder

Ten years later

In glasses

Street fog

Stream of time

Track of destiny

Claims

Still December

Winter conscience

Senile

The butch

People-weather

I cannot

Misplaced

City buzz

Signals

Autumn mazes

German fir

Traffic lights

Annual bottleneck

De-flashed ken

Collapsed in relativity

Still in between

Wintertime Philosophies: Lorenz Filius

A model

Winter cheeks

A riddle …

Naught believers

Mankind

Srebrenica

Albatross

Pulse in coldness

Dark energy

Freak-out-teens

Writing on the wall

Serious serenity

Birthdays

Accidental tail

Spirit's voice

Mental din

Too late

Offset

Autumn rose

Wrong wakeup

Liberated blood

Musing as endurance run

Huddling Christmas lust

Crisis Clowns

Helper syndrome

Question tags

Nurse

Who ever

Memory of a rendezvous

In the loop

Donkey wonder

Compromises

Buried time

Change of signs

Your child is calling

TV-brainwashed pets

Master's voice

Shadow dance

On the go

An unfound heart

Pointed hat weather manikin

No response

Streams

Dimensions

Days off the peg

Last orphan

In search of Christmas

Entotic murmur

Not just a pall

Divided by x

Garden of love

Not to fear

It will so happen

Counting trees

Consternation

When the year is won

Poor spirit

Between tranquillity and rush

Just a guest

Moments vs. progress

Underground

Up and away

Rules

Walking, watching, talking

Bitty silk

Late year's gold

Time prevails

Art of living

... The riddle's solution

From Silence to Philosophy: Lorenz Filius

Silent moods

A heart may tap

Good hearts

Speechless

On the swing

Little white rose

In between despair

In a different world

Let me go

Winter dawn

Manifestation

Carried off

In good company

Peace of swans

Snapshot of fate

Into the yellow

Yellow shine

Non embattled light

Christmas feeling

The magic stays

Smile of Valentine

Sunsets

Shrouded sunsets

A lost smile

Drifting higher

Mirrored life

Final way

Sun tristesse

Miracle of mind

You're there

Beyond the day

The idyll shouts

Magic moon

Outback

Last dance

The unknown

Nightly rainbow

Spider-light

Querying moods

Noon time owl

Human bacteria

The fault

Cold wicks

Limp

Doomsday

Self censorship

He's thinking

Gossip

Are so many

Reaching claw

Fair trade

Ghost queen

Freaks

Beyond our chest

Doomsday in my head

Charisma

Power kids

Stop pollution

Housewife's jeep

No name warriors

Pappy Christmas

Hidden dirt

Lifeless square

Strange prodigy

Debris for everyone

Jumps

Evil liberators

Crisis' luck

Control

Shallow face to face

Philosophic moods

Dizzy

Exposure

What exists

Something moans

Grazing lights

Shadow grids

Tail of a star

A nightly wink

Easy living

Phages

Against the stream

Songs and melodies

From long ago

Border crosser

I am the light

Sucked up

Lost art

Not online

Unexpected catastrophes

Life - The mighty barrier

Roundabouts

What matches

Calm and blow

Accidental tail

Beyond the bridges

Elements

Over ground

Godspeed

Masquerade of life

Seagull's call

Beings day by day

Irreversible

Property's freedom

Misunderstanding

Collected days

Weeping willow

Beyond the chance

Hypocrites

Maverick

Instinct

Somewhat sense

Cacti

Inside me and us

Way out

Lorenz Filius

Dialogue With A Rose

A Poet’s Romantic View Of Life

© Lorenz Filius 2010

Special Edition

Filius, Lorenz: Dialogue With A Rose

© Lorenz Filius

First published 2010

Table of contents

Game of life

Love is just a ware

Voyage of hope

Clock of life

The last dove

Beached

The violinist

Nostalgic

Voices

The baby

Free your mind

Traces

An angel’s kiss

Blossoms of life

Four seasons

Springtime lethargy

Honourable

Who am I?

Open End

Rotten

Complacency

The pianist

Spring

Multiple

Candlelight dinner

Ice flowers

Coin

Dear Mom

Lunatic

Mimes

Blow of fate

Future is a rumour

What you believe

Who cares

Cellar people

Real friendship

Colours

Feast of peacefulness

A dream of truth

Protected

Autumn’s misery

Beloved Jade

Hypersensitivity

Glory

The stranger

Not to live

Unwritten

Dialogue with a rose

Sin

Prayer for childlikeness

The first day

How to show

Momentary stay

Tender touch

Created peace

Child’s tradition

Better life

Fortune

Final flames

Leaves of thoughts

Dark skies

The little death

A writer’s goodbye

Mainstream’s voice

Trails

Four-wheeled chair

Modern kites

To love life

About to break

Greenhorns

Money

The refuge

Brainwashed

I will be

Silhouette

Different kind of future

Do you remember

Faithful souls

Medical masters

Cold syllables

Genius

Before and after

The charming house

Shed dreams

Sleeping love

If I had a father

A life

A spoilt heart

Species

The player

A sad exchange

Spiritual kinship

Wealthy games

Being a child

What we know

Robot Robert

Train of life

Thoughts in a hall

What remains

My time

The kiss

Leave your day

On the run

You and I

Autumn rendezvous

The painter

Mirrors without notions

Explosive

Masses

The power of ideas

Little teddy

Ghost light

Intuition

In the pub

Santa bunny

A mood’s remorse

Destination

Cornwall

Apart from truth

Daddy, tell

Unfinished letter

Without words

Animal charm

Cloud nine

Net crawler

Artificial light

Grapes

The rover

Visionaries

Coated

Cause and effect

Hazy

Resistance

Of importance

Condolence

Locked in space and time

Rainbow

Ancestors

Change of life

Moods

Where questions start

Lost continuum

Not a kind of fiction

Shadow hunter (The Sun)

Near death

Out of a hole

Holding on

Red

Cooling love

A wrong sentence

Appealing hearts

Blinded dawning

Call of spring

The last light

Carefree toadies

Butterfly’s last dance

Children in exile

Collector

Distraction

Divine

Night and day

Misplaced pity

Ring around the finger

Circles

Game of life

Children play the game of life,

serious is what they do,

logic every word they say,

and their truth is really true.

Adults think their kids are neat,

and ideas they laugh about

entertain but cannot rule,

even if it makes them proud.

But this dignity is odd

as a mixture in disguise;

parents often take for fun

what’s supposed to be so wise.

And the questions they are asked,

written in a little face,

are responded behind masks:

game of life becomes a maze.

Love is just a ware

Love is just a ware,

to love, is hard to dare;

available or taken,

the free ones do not care.

Bound and free again,

each hand picks up a man;

and if he’s in the middle,

he does what women can.

Marriage makes glad,

‘for ages married’ sad;

and in between, just waiting,

the children’s newest dad.

How priceless is a kiss

if lips and eyes dismiss?

To brag about your dating,

a need that love can’t miss.

Voyage of hope

A child’s imaginations let

warm up the freezing in its bed;

a ship is waiting in the night,

tomorrow’s land is out of sight.

The darkness cold, no final kiss,

the eyes are closed and hope for bliss;

but not to fall asleep too soon,

the ship would fade without a boon.

The boat invites the little child,

it feels protection, which is mild,

the day before, a foreign land,

with cries and questions that were damned.

The destination is not clear

but far away from daily fear;

it never joins the fairy tales

because the tiredness prevails.

Then hope will carry home the truth

through minutes that have tried to soothe;

and when the next day will have gone,

the journey will be going on.

Clock of life

The dial of the clock of life

counts days like seconds of our time;

a lack of present, very rife,

somewhere a past that isn’t mine.

Experiences of the past,

a piece of time and nothing more;

if filled or empty, they will last

as memories we’re living for.

As timeless as they are, they race

ahead and ride on clock-hand’s tip;

picks up the seconds from their place,

each one, successor’s early pip.

Time flies, but yet there is enough

to see throughout the memories

that ‘why we cry or why we laugh’

is a result of past’s release.

The last dove

Once I found a little dove,

hidden in a small recess,

liked to throw it high above

all emotions of distress.

But it said to me: Don’t dare,

I’m the last one of my kind,

and I have to be aware

that the black birds always mind.

You, who own the purest white,

could reflect the smallest hope,

reinforce the rest of light

that a black bird cannot cope.

Yes, I know, but what if not;

if I lose the final game,

then the world will start to rot,

and my white won’t be the same.

It has rotten all the way,

there is nothing you could lose,

but your white will just decay

if you fear for polished shoes.

And the dove released its wings,

left a feather as a pawn,

and the bravest of all kings

kept on fighting until dawn.

Beached

A seagull sings a gloomy tune,

a silent death behind the dune,

a tortured cry that dies onshore,

that’s one of nature’s biggest sore.

An enemy, which was a friend,

the cruel evaporating wind,

their faces, wearied by the ban,

look in despair to helping men.

A final movement of the fin,

the breath is weak and cannot win,

the glory of all oceans’ seed,

a monstrous piece of dying meat.

The sea engulfs the seagull’s song,

the jauntiness of oceans, gone,

the future keeps some fairy-tales

about the long forgotten whales.

The violinist

Snuggling and so concentrated,

paused in deep intimacy,

barely dared, the stroke is fated,

tone ingrained in harmony.

You’re caressing soft vibration,

kiss of bow returns to you,

strings are hard, but their elation

makes a fancier’s dream come true.

Knack of love-play in your motion,

flowing grace lies in your arm;

only vague can be a notion

how you feel the inner charm.

Eyes of tenderness can waken

tales about your instrument;

we just hear what you have taken,

given by its compliment.

Soon the final stroke is finished,

but the secret will live on,

and your love won’t be diminished

when the melody is gone.

Nostalgic

Years ago in black and white,

still nostalgic in my mind,

stories, full of actors’ pride,

won’t find any of their kind.

Action had romantic flair,

and romances moved my heart,

felt for heroes in despair,

cried when lovers fell apart.

And the pictures spoke to me,

great impressions on my screen,

colours in my fantasy,

colours that could not be seen.

Tricks and gimmicks, just some tools

to fulfil the wildest