In death others

will get to define us.

We become what

they think of us.

Our life,

now ended,

becomes what they

think it was like.

25.12.2003

The future falls like a

crumbling mountain

on us humans,

a disaster of our own making.

We believed that it

would be the mountain

that would be crushed

under us.

03.01.2004

Come the better days of humanity, 

come quickly

before we are gone.

Come and rule us, 

our better side, 

come still when you exist.

Come, what is good in us,

come and save us from ourselves.

In blind faith we now turn for help.

03.01.2004

The night will devour us all

All we have

are these grains of sand

being ground to dust,

the hours of our lives.

08.03.2013

Rumi,

if only we could all

scent

eternity in

a rosebud,

taste infinity

on the lips

of a Beloved.

08.03.2013

Mea culpa

My life is

the correction

to the error

of my

birth.

08.03.2013

Big snowflakes
falling leisurely
against
a deep blue sky;
the joys of
March.

08.03.2013

Human being,

you have not

as much

been born to live

as to be

an ancestor.

08.03.2013

The Buddha never saw
the ocean,
its great waves
and deep, calm depths
of azure blue.

Trapped inland
he went from king to king
saying Lord this
and Lord that
bowing his head.

07.03.2013

The essence of existence

is it's brevity,

the shadow cast over

every thought,

every fleeting day

a step closer

to the moment

when we are no longer.

All that is

will be lost,

us the lost past

of a dying future.

04.03.2013

Pale light of winter morning,

Sun slowly creeping up

from the horizon.

Sky faded blue

above the waves of snow,

mind the mirror

of this hibernating world,

the frozen day of Match.

Pastel colour

the emotions

that merge with the land,

subdued like the earth.

From far distant,

the cold brings

faded sound of

trees being felled.

04.03.2013

Person who seeks god

tends to end up running

into

her gatekeepers

instead

03.03.2013

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