perjantai 26. helmikuuta 2016

Peter Pan and his brothers

Peter Pan, Peter Pan
under a train he went.
Peter Pan, Peter Pan
his brother Michael
in a lover's embrace drowned.
Peter Pan, Peter Pan
in his brother George's head a bullet went.

Mourn them? No.
They all to Eton went,
so curse them.

26.02.2016

keskiviikko 10. helmikuuta 2016

Borea

No refugees, they shriek,
they must go somewhere else,
anywhere else,
they must fight wars they are fleeing,
they must stay in refugee camps near home,
they must die of disease epidemics
or just plain cold while trying to cross borders,
they must drown while trying to cross
from one continent to another,
they must be forgotten in huge refugee camps
or lodged in corners of existing ones,
hidden in abandoned subterranean garages.
They must go somewhere else,
anywhere else,
to white or blue death
but they must go somewhere else
because here we have no compassion,
here we have no conscience,
here we have no empathy,
because here we have no humanity left,
we have no humanity left in us.

10.02.2016

maanantai 8. helmikuuta 2016

Conquest of the Human Mind

Rome was a horror unleashed upon the Mediterranean world,
a flood of genocide that crashed high upon its shores.
Jerusalem, that cursed city, begot horrors of another kind -
prophets and messiahs to unbalance the world,
to make the future reach at heaven and not earth.
Stepping in the deep footprints of Roman military sandals
the religious set to conquer the human mind.

06.02.-08.02.2016
Watching a falling star
a piece of ancient rock
deified in its last moments
among the fusion burning giants

08.02.2016
Rainer Maria Rilke(1875-1926)

Its easy to believe in god
and write love letters to it
when you are the favoured pet of the 'noble' rich
and gaze out from their castle windows,
seeing angels and missing
the burning world
you have no connection to.

08.02.2016

tiistai 2. helmikuuta 2016

Even the Buddhist master
claiming that all is illusion
is illusion.

02.02.2016
Time seals the mouths
and silences the voices of men.

Their shaking hands cease writing,
the turmoil in their minds ease.

Time embraces man
and man crumbles to dust
in its arms.

02.02.2016
Paw prints on the snow spreading,
three dogs running
into the morning darkness.

02.02.2016
In midst of the blackness
of the winter night
it has snowed.

02.02.2016