PROSE POEM 1

We came to the mountain where they had crucified a god, the giants forcing it on this steel cross rising to the heavens from among the snow of the mountain and the deep blue of the sky, and it was immense, the god, a kilometer of flesh going upwards, blood-drops the size of houses falling from unseen wounds far above where the hands had been hammered through. I watched the scene and wondered as this was a god, then what kind of beings could have done this? Should I worship them? Would they notice me... I turned and looked at you, and you were not looking at the huge form before us, but away, at the sky reaching away to space, the curvature of the earth.

28.02.2013

A Winter Landscape

 

White, black:

Snow, trees.

The paper,

the ink.

28.02.2013

Last night I made a long walk

on the long road of memory

as I walked real ones

in the darkness.

It came all pouring out,

all that I had lost,

all that I had done wrong,

all that I hadn't done.

I was lost in the darkness

inner and external,

lost in the night of my thoughts,

lost in the nightmare of my life.

An architect of my fate

I had built badly,

now I wandered among the ruins

seeing the dead.

There was no escape,

the first light of morning

just herald of

one terrible day more.

I had died when you died,

I just didn't realise it then,

didn't expect this last, long

spasm that would go on for years.

27.02.2013

Supporting those who suffer

should be as natural to human beings

as breathing.

27.02.2013

Even the universe
will die,
becoming emptiness
once again,
pregnant
with the possibility
of creation.

16.02.2013

February falling towards it's end

through the winter night,

the promise of Spring

a sunrise beyond the dark.

26.02.2013

Truth is what is left

when all the good stories

have been thrown out.

The mundane

behind the wonder,

the bones of the world.

24.02.2013

For love,
he wrote,
I do this.

He put the letter   
on the rail of the bridge,
then jumped.

A splash
in the darkness below.

A playful wind came,
took the letter,
carried it to the same watery grave
where it´s writer floated
with the terror of the last moment
to be seen in his eyes.

But actions
tell their messages
even without letters,
and love dies
even without suicides,
as she had found out.

08.07.2002

god is the

ultimate serial killer

from whom

no one escapes

no heroic detective

shoots god down

or captures him

no judge nor jury

will put god

into a supermax prison

god always

wins in the end
every victim
dies

24.02.2013

Born from the dust of stars,
soon dust of the earth again.

10.08.2002

HART CRANE(1899-1932)

Hart Crane heartbroken
gone to the sharks
body now in pieces
like the mind before.
           
But who can find peace
in the jaws of a shark?
A poet, in his tortured
mind may imagine so...

10.08.2002

Softly she sang,
filling the night
with her despair

that was like a wind
creating ripples
on the calm surface
of a lake,

so that the sky
reflected on it
was gone

and only a surface
of unpenetrable darkness
endured.

So she disrupted
the night
with her song.

08.07.2002

The light of the dying day

wanes in the horizon.

Above the first stars emerge

from beyond the shroud of air - 

the light of a thousand stars

sparkling among the dark,

a sight that matches not

to the black armour of the night.

02.10.2002

Mind in love is a like ditch 

which torrid rain fills with water 

to the top of it´s banks,

and the day after the rain,

the at first clear rainwater

is now muddy brown

and soon it will be gone 

- to the soil, to the air

08.07.2002-23.02.2013

Stand by your crook

 As long as Israel

stands for murder, torture and ethnic cleansing,

USA stands by it,

for it´s not in the character of Joe Sixpack

to leave a fellow criminal
in the hands of justice,

and when the cops
are scaredly knocking on the door,

he drunkenly shouts
(shaking his beer stained bible):

"Israel has the right to defend itself!"

06.07.2002

Justice is for those 

who have the right 

to deny it from others.

Or so the Yankees 

would want us to believe, 

as they cater the Prime Murderer 

of the Israelis.

If you don´t have the power 

to kill, torture and pillage 

without punishment, 

you have no rights, 

you have no value as 

a human being, 

you are an animal 

waiting to be killed

for the pleasure 

of your betters.

That is what the Yankees believe, 

that is what they want us to believe, 

that is what they want

the world to look like.

22.06.2002

Above, the ancient stars. 

Their distant light 

a beautiful sight.

Their breed we are, 

a lesser kin 

of the shining ones.

But in death 

in the same cosmos 

our ashes shall spread.

Part of us 

shall be in the hearts

of stars,

part of us

shall occupy 

the flesh of living things. 

22.06.2002

SHIPWRECKED IN THE COSMOS

 

1

This is the life of a sentient being, 

despair before the Cosmos 

as one grows to understand 

that our existence

has no meaning at all.

2

Alone in the cosmic night,

we are like survivors from a wreck

battling for our lives in a cold ocean 

in the darkness of the night.
We may yell, 

but the shore is nowhere to be seen, 

no lights of ships 

to be seen in the horizon.
The waves come one after another, 

and the cold makes our body numb; 

soon we will be dragged down 

to black depths below, 

and what comes after 

the light has gone out 

does not bother us anymore.

22.06.2002

Were we not young once

so long ago

when the dreams we had

were still

messages from the future

come true

And all was so

open and clear and certain

The person we

would grow into

a shape in the distance

just waiting us

to catch up

And now

and now

it was some stranger

that was waiting us

our dreams

somebody else's

life

we glimpsed

back then

When we were young

22.02.2013

Mogao

Buddhas on the walls

waiting the earthquake

that will bury them

like the people

who made them

were buried

by human hands,

sand, time -

the long years

which came like dunes

come to bury

green sprouts

in these lands.

22.02.2013

I think

the fallen angel

said

that after

that last

battle

when

Heaven was lost

to us

I saw

God

falling with us

22.02.2013

from nothing everything

from everything nothing

between that

a life

a species

a planet

a universe

all born

all gone

all nothing

22.02.2013

Syria

after the hearts beat no more

in a drying pool of red

they lie

among ruins

of houses

of towns

of a nation

the distant sound of gunfire

sending them

on their way

22.02.2013

Ask questions

You are going the easy way

The necessary way

Answer them

And you are moving

On thin ice

Yet as necessary

22.02.2013

ZHANG YANGHAO(1269/1270-1329)

Landscape became a painting,

he himself an ideal figure in it.

The sage among the mountains,

one with the cliffs and rivers.

But only in his poems.

In the real world he was the

exemplary bureaucrat,

never leaving the world of dust

for the green hills

and simple hut.

Attacking towns and villages

the occupiers

in hysterical rage
desperately

seek their lost illegal settler

like they would

have gotten a word

that he's the Messiah

21.02.2013

Some people never grow old

even when no grave is yet

dug for them and then filled,

and others are born old

and weary, seeing that

grave waiting and

knowing that everything

is past them before

it even began. They

wait in the shadows

watching those

forever young

with their sparkling

eyes in the sun.

18.02.2013

BODHIDHARMA

The path to a spiritual enlightenment

could only began after the aspirant

cut off one of his own hands.

Bodhidharma himself

apparently died in possession

of both of his hands,

so what that tells us about

his learning,

his wisdom?

Or does it instead

just tell us something

about his own

unknown master?

17.02.2013

"Western" people who denounce

Arab suicide bombers as terrorists

and their acts as great evil

no matter the reason or the target

often get very warm inside

and find no words

to use to condemn

when Tibetans burn bright

among snow-capped mountains.

I wonder what they would say

if their own victims

would just make torches

out of themselves?

I bet they would be pleased.

17.02.2013

MARTIN AMIS AT AL-AQSA II

Look in my eyes

son of a drunk

and see what

I want

to do

to you

17.02.2013

MARTIN AMIS AT AL-AQSA I

People like

Martin Amis

are the explanation

to why

there is so much

suffering

so little

empathy

towards those

who suffer

17.02.2013

THE "WEST" SPEAKS

The past suffering of Jews

at our hands

means

that Palestinians

should have

no rights

no land

their life

no value

17.02.2013

Life
is a
frozen droplet
of water
as

the Sun
rises

17.02.2013

AFTER THE METEOR

Today

a few more people

understand

that

Earth

is a planet

17.02.2013

DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI'S(1828-1882) HENCHMEN LED BY CHARLES AUGUSTUS HOWELL(1840-1890) EXCAVATING THE TOMB OF ELIZABETH SIDDAL(1829-1862) AT HIGHGATE CEMETERY IN 1869

Robbing

Elizabeth's grave

to regain

his poems

after allure

of fame

had

defeated

lost love

they found

her coffin

full of

her red hair

16.02.2013

Past is where

the dead
live dreaming of
the future.

16.02.2013

Building a wall across Mesopotamia

didn't save the Third Dynasty of Ur

four thousand years ago

Building an illegal Apartheid Wall

across occupied Palestine

won't save Greater Israel today

Walls will come down

Brutal states will perish

Authoritarian regimes won't learn

16.02.2013

URAL METEOR

Sometimes the universe

takes us by the shoulder

pierces it with a shard of glass

turns our head upwards

and shouts

I exist

16.02.2013

The Zionists

lost every last drop of sympathy

I had towards them

as a result

of a one letter

It was Newsweek

in the mid-90s

a letter from someone

in the United States

He might have

been called David

something

but that is

beside the point

He wrote

It is an insult

towards all Jews

to claim

that Palestinians

can suffer

I said to myself

goodbye Israel

16.02.2013

How I wish

I could ignite

the snow

16.02.2013