I saw it and there it lay beneath a shroud of commonplace as people dead-walk a tip-toe between light and dark. That beastly ghastly parasite spewing spittle into the eyes and nostrils of decent people infecting spirit and even soul, compelling beauty and love to do the dastardly deeds it needs to live and instill unhatched fear-eggs beneath the skin of humanity. Yes, I saw it, fear itself and it is staring me straight in the eye.
:: 02-21-2024 ::
I ate the sun today
in all it’s glory fire
now inside of me
A quarrel ensued
between the two
light and darkness
ancient bitter foes
A deal was struck
a war not waged
if I choose to be
keeper of the two
:: 02-21-2014 ::
IN the beginning the word was ‘ah’
and all the stars and worlds were born
and ancient steps of time by law
ensued a caldron of life un scorn
then those with soul and heart became
entwined in union the word be ‘ah’
and soon a gift of child was born
so it was and so it be the power of ah
that even this sound in baby’s breath
da and ma and even God
:: 02-20-2014 ::
though only one heart have I
let my own be given to thee
that your heart should keep me
for thou heart tis all I truly need
:: 02-20-2014 ::
so queer that fear
can stretch out time
a stitch in mind
the needle pierce
what eternity avoids
we carry for life
:: 02-20-2014 ::
AND if you strip away all the words
from all the world’s languages
still there be a way to express fear
and love and hate and pleasure
:: 02-20-2014 ::
that idea about beauty
what more can be said
it is within the eye
but so can it be more
the heart flesh mind
it is either there
or not —
indifference or
convulsion
:: 02-20-2014 ::
night falls, smother the frayed nerves of captive souls
like a penitentiary only a lock at the main gate
I crawl over the fallen
my heart in pocket and fractured spirit
a taste of crimson iron-spice in dirt
the ground swells and trembles below my hands
a pulsing monstrous beast come to life
and I, disturbingly intensely pass through
across these lines of densely packed bodies
like moon surface between cavernous crater
my wish like a snowflake above a furnace
to breach the gate and find my life over there
:: 02-20-2014 ::
I dug a hole in time today
within this vast room
an ancient music I played
of a composer distant past
his hand now dry and cold
has touched my heart still
:: 02-20-2014 ::
[Du verpasst Herr Beethoven!]
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