ON THE STAGE OF LIFE

All the real stories are tragedies;

all others are fiction,

mirages of the human mind

in the desert of the real.

A philosopher said

something, of that nature -

it was fiction, naturally,

shimmering

in the parched vision of the lost.

29.-30.11.2021

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RUNNING UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT

  all these words

won't save us

from the

void

but

what else

do we have

to fight oblivion?

12.11.2021

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DANDELION WINE III

Bradbury's

magical summer of 1928,

yet already in the delicious

all-American apple

a worm stalks its prey,

the Lonely One

turning warm nights

into fear -

the killer soul of the nation

breaks through the boyhood idyll,

into dreams

pours napalm.

No new sneakers

will allow you ´

to outrun

the memory of the

dead baby in the crib.

12.11.-06.12.2021

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ALEXANDER THE GREAT ON THE INDUS

People start to die

on the day

when they have to

accept that it's time

to turn and

go back.

Until that day,

when they were

always pushing onwards,

they were immortal.

Now, death

has a hold on them,

a claw on the shoulder

tightening its grip.

As they turn back,

they know

they are starting the path

to that day

which to them

shall lack

a sunrise or a sunset.

Sometimes

they last until

Babylon,

sometimes,

like with the aged Seleucus

(still a young general

on this fateful day

when the great

adventure ends),

death catches

up with them

on the borders

of Macedon.

11.11.2021

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HORROR HAIKU V

 why doesn't the

blood on the wall

dry up?

11.11.2021

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ONCE THIS MEANT SOMETHING

Given up,

life hasn't ended.

Not sinking,

floating across

unchanging days,

with closed eyes

to keep the dead

from escaping

into the light.

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HORROR HAIKU IV

in the bright moonlight

no shadow of yours

on blue snows

11.11.2021

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HORROR HAIKU III

 between the clouds

the ghost

of the moon

11.11.2021

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HORROR HAIKU II

 the sound

of a Pound

eating a frog

11.11.2021

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HORROR HAIKU I

the sound

of a pond

eating a frog

11.11.2021

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RHETORIC

words

build the world

and

words

make people

blind

to the world

words

built

11.11.2021

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BEYOND THE HOURS OF LIGHT

 how the long

november night

erases the world

outside

is comforting,

liberating;

a sheltering

coffin

to be buried

alive in.

10.11.2021

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EARLY NOVEMBER AFTERNOON

darkness,

not of winter

yet,

past autumn,

gathers

the shivering

day

in its cold arms,

smothers

the light.

10.11.2021

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A DAY IN NOVEMBER

the sound of the rain

falling asleep

in darkness

awakening

in darkness

the sound of the rain

10.11.2021

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BELOW FREEZING

near midnight

the rain stops

it starts to snow

across the dark

 coupling space

and time

into night

09.11.2021

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BETTER OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW

   always remember

only the living

can forgive

the dead

are frozen

embracing

the last

hurtful words

your regrets

09.11.2021

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NOR ULYSSES

   Twenty years,

and Penelope

hadn't aged a day.

09.11.2021

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THE MOON BETWEEN THE CLOUDS ON A FREEZING NOVEMBER NIGHT

  The less said,

the better.

09.11.2021

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NOVEMBER FLOOD

 All I've got

this evening

are words

freezing

in time.

09.11.2021

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IN FLESH AND BONE

if you can't be

someone's dream

come true,

be assured

that then

you

are someone's

nightmare

made manifest...

09.11.2021

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CHOICES

 shall we

embrace

the night -

or the

light

in it,

the stars

between

the clouds?

09.11.2021

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FILLING THE VOID

 trying to fill

the emptiness

of existence

with words,

we tend to

forget

that we are

others

attempt to fill

the emptiness

with flesh.

09.11.2021

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NECTANEBO II(R. 360-343 BCE)

one day

the great king

in susa

let's you drag

back to the

land of the

black soil

your

cousin,

teos,

the one

you deposed,

in chains;

and then

comes the day

you find

that you're

sailing down

the nile

to nubia,

escaping

another great king

of susa

marching to memphis.

09.11.2021

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THE HUMAN CONDITION

1  

let us

save ourselves

from hope.

2

see,

still praying

to the void.

3

let's save

ourselves

from hope.

4

see,

still denying

the void.

09.11.2021

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TWILIGHT ON THE NILE, CIRCA 450 CE

what did it matter

that one resurrected saviour

god was replaced

by an another one,

a hundred gods

in one

by three

in one?

same temples

still,

same worshippers

with the same

human desperation

before the

darkness

descending.

09.11.2021

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AFTER FAITH

do old unemployed

gods

die homeless?

09.11.2021

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THE BROKEN THREAD

 existence

is an unraveling

loop

in time

09.11.2021

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LETI

What you have here

is the broken skull

of a child,

aged four to six,

left in a narrow cleft

in subterranean darkness

for 250 000 years.

What hands

last touched it

before yours?

09.11.2021

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FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA

a human being

is just a linear chain

of thoughts

09.11.2021

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THE LOVERS

It's true that they loved,

and more so, each other,

briefly; one of those

sickly loves which flickers,

then seems to grow -

and dies, like they

did, laying now in their

separate graves,

mouldering leaves

of yet another autumn gone

covering broken lives.

06.11.2021

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TIME AND THE HUMAN BEINGS, SECOND VERSION

Time shall belong to man

Dylan Thomas(1914-1953)

It's not time

which belongs to man,

it's man (and woman and child)

who belongs to time,

and time shall play

with the human being

for a brief moment,

and then it shall crush 

the human in

its hard, rough hand

and throw away.

08.06.2019-04.11.2021

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ON THE 103RD ANNIVERSARY OF WILFRED OWEN'S DEATH ON NOVEMBER 4TH 1918

One day you are a young man

drifting without a direction,

your future shrouded

in unresolved mist;

dabbling in church,

and university,

and teaching, with poetry

on the side;

and then a lone gunman,

resolving his own mist,

gives you the choice

Paris was given.

And you take it,

and write,

until another man

uses his gun.

04.11.2021

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