When you go, you go

and there's no coming back

except in dreams at night

in the minds of your beloved ones:

Reaching, reaching to them,

fading, fading as you drift

farther in to the past.

30.08.2013

POWER OF POETRY

A poem has no power

which the person who wrote it

and the person who read it

didn't already possess.

It can only awaken

what was already there,

waiting to be given form,

waiting to be given direction,

waiting to reach through time

from mind to mind.

Thus the act of reading

is as powerful

as the act of writing.

30.08.2013

IN MEMORY OF SEAMUS HEANEY(1939-2013)

Death came in

to rule where

poetry had been forged,

words flowed black

no more, all

was silence,

all was nothing,

nothing.

I would write

"Sleep well", but

death is no sleep,

death is absence,

a hole in the fabric

of lives changed,

a black hole

devouring existence.

You have gone,

you are no more.

No words can reach you,

no tears can reach you,

all we have are words,

your recorded voice

as you have now fulfilled

your human destiny.

30.08.2013

Missionary,

I killed my god

like a beloved pet

I ended it's life

and like I a beloved pet

it looked at me,

missionary,

as I destroyed the shrine,

burned the timbers

and dropped the

holy stone

in the dark waters

like a beloved pet

it looked at me

like asking what

it had done wrong

to deserve this?

Missionary,

will your god forgive me

what I did to my god,

the god of my ancestors,

the god of my people

in the name of your god?

26.08.2013

in the end no one cares

because there's no one to care

and thus nothing

has a meaning

did it even happen,

humanity, life, the universe

of blazing galaxies?

so thoroughly it will be gone

all the lives

the millions of years of

human suffering and delight

billions of years of evolution

all gone

into the void

like stars, planets, galaxies

and black holes

only radiation in a void

forever inching towards

0 Kelvin

26.08.2013

Jesus came to kill me

he had eyes that cried

for all the blood

in his hands

for the scalps

he carried on his belt

for the cap made of skull

he had on his head

for the cape of skin

made of flesh of men

Jesus came to kill me

he had had enough

Jesus came to kill me

to nail me on a cross

25.08.2013

what we see, hear and smell

what we touch

is always already in the past

the past

when our minds

recognize and react

always a bit too late

to capture the fleeting moment,

the Planck time

of the present

25.08.2013

Friedrich Hölderlin(1770-1843)

Walks on the Alps,

beer in a mountain village

where even the cattle

looked happy to him,

verses about heroic death

suffered during fight for freedom,

dreams of Greece distant

in time and place;

preparation for the

long years of quiet madness

in the tower

after his genius had died

long before his body did.

25.08.2013

death took away all the words that should have been spoken

it was a wall between us and i didn't even try to break it

i could have shattered it i could have shattered it

i allowed it to took away those last months

all the things that could have made a difference

that could still make a difference

until death is no longer between us

but unites us

23.08.2013

In time of shadows

I lived in light,

letting it burn inside;

in time of light

I dwelt in the shadows,

unseen, untouched

by its burning rays,

cold like a winter's night.

18.06.2013

I fell
and just couldn't get up

- you know how it is,

with life -

and now

the stars are coming out,

it's getting chilly

and the grass

under me

is cold,

as cold

as the light of those

stars, calling.

17.08.2013

the autumn comes

with every falling leaf

raindrop

with every evening

darker than the one

before

with every thought

of loss with every

shedded tear

when one more year

closing takes me

farther away from you

16.08.2013

observation

big cities

big sorrows

for little people

confined

in their anthills

one beside another

yearning yearning

neonlights reflected

in oily water

the lyricism of the city

doesn't quench

the pain of the confined

03.08.2013