looking forward the human race

crawls in its own entrails

stands up and slips

in its own blood it shed

always looking forward

rising up and bleeding

suffering and blind

to much of our suffering

we go on

in pain

and ignorance

our own worst enemy

29.10.2013

it all drains out

in the dark

the essence

of life

29.10.2013

like ancient insects in amber

we are trapped in time

in the moments

that are our life

29.10.2013

what defines life

life

is all about

death

like space

surrounds

the earth

death

surrounds

life

&

all paths

away from life

lead to death

29.10.2013

growing old

once they were rose petals

whose fall was greeted with youthful abandon

now days are falling like withered leaves

into the cold earth

the past feels more welcoming

than the darkening future

towards which we once

wanted to make our way

29.10.2013

autumn why wouldn't you

rip me off like a withered leaf

and let me fly

in the cold wind

29.10.2013

there is no escape

from a failed life

death just nails you

into it for eternity

29.10.2013

everyone of us

builds her or his life

into their own

escape-proof

prison cell

29.10.2013

existence

what is

is

what was

down

the black hole

in to the

singularity

gone

&

soon forgotten

all

of us

29.10.2013

only nightmares dreams

only nightmares the past

only nightmares the future

when do i wake up

29.10.2013

24th october

warm october day

swans on the muddy fields

in their white dozens

waiting the right time to leave

24.10.2013

dead corpses are an universal language

that everyone understands

same with smiling killers in uniforms

standing beside the corpses

22.10.2013

void

there is no comfort against death

we end the universe ends for us

nothing

not even the possibility of rebirth

that a dead universe carries

in its fabric

long after life has been extinguished

a human being

becomes the true emptiness

22.10.2013

the excuse of erich priebke(1913-2013)

spare humanity from people

who hide behind orders

when they stand over corpses

order to kill is nor just an order

it's a matter of life and death

it's a test of humanity

22.10.2013

october night

in the darkness

flickering heart

21.10.2013

relativity

if there would be no time

if the future is set

then we are all dead

and unborn

22.10.2013

cold afternoon falls towards early evening

snow scattered here and there

sign of the changing seasons

it reminds me of death

i think of the long dark days ahead

pale brief light among

endless snow embracing days

weeks months that go on

until your whole life is one long winter

as evening comes forward assuredly

brisk wind whispers of bare bones

on white snow

touching like unsentimental lovers do

21.10.2013

autumn the season of mortality

when we realize that like the nature

we are withering

that spring's promise of rebirth

is not meant for human beings

that the rust coloured leaves

are falling on our graves

21.10.2013

middle class

what the middle class wants above all else

is upper class to like them

the working class to respect them

and not to try to be too friendly

or the upper class might mistake

the middle class for proletariat

20.10.2013

burial of erich priebke(1913-2013)

strange world where the burial

of a mass murderer

is given more time in the news

than the reason

why he was a mass murderer

the rituals of civilization

and forgetting

in action

seeking katharsis

not remembrance

20.10.2013

october

snowflakes falling

into mud

nature's very own

haiku

17.10.2013

thoughts arising on the 200th birthday of georg brückner(1813-37),

author of lenz and woyzeck

there are eras

when the mad

are more interesting

than the sane

and eras when

there are no

sane ones

to be admired

just the mad

on the stage

putting it all

into pieces

17.10.2013

order is not just an order

order was an order

- erich priebke(1913-2013)

order is not just an order

to be blindly obeyed

its a question of life and death and humanity

life and death to those

facing the guns

humanity to those

holding the guns

order is not just an order

something that does not affect

the one

who carries it out

when shots are fired

lives facing the guns

are ended

humanity is lost

behind the guns

a different person

exists behind the guns

before and after

an order is carried out

or refused

those who faced the guns...

it was not just an order

for them
it was the end

16.10.2013

life the mirage

of existence

in a dying cosmos

collection of atoms

joining disbanding

16.10.2013

civilization ends

when war begins

humanity ends

all becomes permissible

in the name

of all-devouring war

victory an altar

to which all

can be sacrificed

humanity
an open vein
endlessly bleeding

16.10.2013

On the graveyard, at night

Over their graves they hover,

the lonely dead in phantom form

like mist while deep beneath

their cadavers in silence turn to dust.

The moonlight dances on these

ethereal mists as they call for

walkers of the night, longing

after human touch and voice.

If a mind open to the call of what

lies beyond should wander

among the tumbling gravestones

and see the ethereal spirits mourning

they should avoid the touch

the dead long for; the essence

of death and mortal life combined

is only death and to speak

to the dead is to join the

feast of the still twisting

corpse that heard the call

- as one of the misty dead.

16.10.2013

withered flowers

covered with

fallen leaves

autumn's blossoms

14.10.2013

At horizon, light

Pale light at dawn

doesn't give answers

to the questions

of the night.

It asks questions of its own,

of cold frost

briefly glimmering

in the Sun's rays

after bringing death

to the last flowers.

The dark roads of the night

are now gone,

the roads of the day awash with light

and the paths taken under stars

beyond reach

until darkness falls again.

14.03.2013

Nearly silent, nearly silent - Simon Schama on the BBC

“…in some sense if you don’t live in Israel – I don’t live in Israel – you’re morally obliged to be nearly silent, nearly silent.”

Simon Schama: The Story of the Jews, episode 5, broadcast Sunday 1st October 2013.

How blind are those that put

ethnic, religious or ideological allegiance

above justice and morality!

Simon Schama tells about

the past suffering of the Jews

and then demands "near silence"

about what Israel does

to Palestinians.

He should be an intelligent man,

but he isn't intelligent or wise enough

to understand that

when Jews were the ones who

were oppressed,

who suffered,

people like him stepped forward

demanding that their suffering

would be met with silence.

11.10.2013

Good family

It doesn't matter that daddy has a mistress

and beats mommy

when she tells him to get rid of his whore,

leaving mommy comforting herself with too many drinks

and both neglecting the kids.

What matters is that they have money,

that daddy is a doctor,

mommy is a teacher

and when others look at them

they see middle class personified.

And what else there can be

to a good family?

Money and rank are virtue,

wealth is a sign of character

and poverty makes you bad.

11.10.2013

In memory of Scott Carpenter(1925-2013)

Orbit has decayed,

the long flight is over.

No recovery,

now you sail

the cosmic ocean.

11.10.2013

Humans invent monsters

from hells or space

so that they would

not have to acknowledge

that to every other species known

they are the greatest monsters.

If on the darkest night

a human sees

a pair of glowing eyes

in the shadows,

those eyes belong

to a being who watches

in fear...

11.10.2013

Frost in the first light,

in the horizon

red clouds

like tattered flags

usher the day

forward.

11.10.2013

The rain returns,

night after night

washing the autumn landscape

like a mother would

a child who is always

playing in the mud.

08.10.2013

October morning,

mist on the fallow fields

and evergreen woods;

in utter silence

the landscape sleeps.

08.10.2013

Dawn. Autumn in scattered, brown leafs

on wet grass. In the silence

that has embraced the landscape.

Even the wind has died.

06.10.2013

footprints in the sand

high tide comes and

washes them away

time comes and

washes away the one

who made them

time comes and

the sea rises

and the sea falls

until under bloated sun

heat cracks cliffs

on a shore of a sea of sand

07.10.2013

FOR WANG WEI

1

Empty rivers and mountains,

searching for you friend among them

you vanished in the clouds.

2

On the river bank

a lone crane

watches a disappearing sail.

06.10.2013

#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse

One morning

only silence

finds us

and we are

one

with it.

06.10.2013

One morning

we greet

the world

with silence,

but in the minds

of our friends

we speak

still.

06.10.2013

boys airguns & birds

a poem of afghanistan

shooting birds with air guns

was the five boys' plan

like that of so many boys

who think nothing of the birds' suffering

some foreigner saw them

in the distance

with the guns

made a call

a metal bird came

with its deadly cargo

explosion bleeding bodies death

the usual claim of no civilian deaths

06.10.2013

beach

the sea at night

great waves crashing

unseen

only the sound

of water meeting rock

as in the beginning

06.10.2013

Fragility of Goodness

One act of evil

can erase a lifetime's worth

of good deeds

and no amount

of repentance,

no amount of good works

will ever erase it.

So fragile is everything good,

so permanent is evil.

06.10.2013

Summer morning, bright
dew glimmering in the first light;
memories, mourning.

30.08.-05.10.2013

Another night, black

as the coffee on the kitchen table

waiting for me to drink it,

bleak as the mind

that wants that dark fluid.

Black pearls these nights

that tie into each other

through the shivering autumn

descending into winter

as the mind follows them

with faltering steps.

24.09.-05.10.2013

Hidden under fallen leaves:

The last flowers of summer.

05.10.2013

Fading light, gray land

in the in late autumn,

soaked with rain,

melancholy as fallen leafs

mix with memories.

05.10.2013

Fallen leaves

fill the roadside;

yellow, gray,

few bright red ones

glimmering.

05.10.2013

Yellow, wet leaves on the green grass

in the gray light of the October morning;

Departed summer's long goodbyes.

05.10.2013

Dust

My dust shall not dream of me;

before it was the dust of others

yet now it dreams no dreams of them

and so it shall be with me.

The dust dreams only of the life

it now gives form to,

the lives gone

are dust to dust also.

05.10.2013

the night, again, black nothingness

beyond the windows

dawn a dream lost

somewhere in the labyrinth of thoughts

perhaps this time

Apophis did get Re

morning won't paint the sky

with its pale colours

and the night and the void will be one

05.10.2013