BLOW (a lost-found version)

Aug 11

 

Cold and dark around everywhere

only the flames of worldfire rage

far behind the planet-cage

The beast of our past is grunting

 

Mortal fires of greed and lies

lethal fires of wasted lives

Ghostly black holes hunting sunlight

the globe is a war-fed giant graveyard

 

OUR DREAMS ARE GONE!

 

How to dream of faith and peace

How to dream of lasting love

in the eye of a bloodstorm

 

We have to learn to dream again

like barenaked winter trees

standing tall in windy snowfall

dream about shiny spring-leaves

 

When all tears change to glowflies

in a savage night of sadness

death will make us free

 

IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?

 

,,,,I can only hear the wind

playing with the hair of the dead,,,,

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Run(a)way

Aug 11

 

Truth is a hobo

Unkempt

poorly dressed

shabby

A fashion disaster

Truth is despised

like stray dogs

in a dump

waiting for adoption

in vain

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BLOW

Sep 21

 

cold and dark around here

burning flames are wreaked havoc

beyond the ghostly horizon

 

the beast of our past is grunting

 

in mortal gas of greed and lies

black holes eat the sunlight

in lethal breath of wasted lives

the globe a giant graveyard

 

OUR DREAMS ARE GONE

 

only idiots believe in peace

in the eye of bloodstorms

 

just dream

like winter trees

standing tall in windy snowfall

dream of shiny spring-leaves

 

call it heroism

 

enjoy it as long as

on a savage night of sadness

death will make all free

 

IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE

 

I can only hear the wind playing

with the hair of a lone willow

 

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TWINKLE

Jun 03

 

In darkness

the slightest

light

seems

like

herald

of God

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LULLABY

Jan 05

 

Moon-love.

Lone loon,

rest in my nest

tonight.

Don’t weep!

Why cry?

Time will rewind

the tie.

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poetic redemption

Aug 30

 

“to be one with all,

this is the life divine,

this is man’s heaven.

to be one with all that lives,

to return in blessed self-forgetfulness

into the all of nature,

this is the pinnacle of thoughts and joys,

this the sacred mountain peak,

the place of eternal rest”

                                             –  Hölderlin –

Diotima remembers… always…

through endless times and lives,

through death rebirth and loves…

I still remember the place of grace

where divine love, born of bravery,

cradled in courage,

found its eternal rest.

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