Bright day, white and gold

in the January sun

empty

one long moment

between darkness

falling

rising

unmoving

full of thoughts

racing from the past

to the past

the lost

a hole in the world

missing heart

my mother

27.01.2014

apology

i was a rotten branch that broke

when you hang onto it

in your moment of distress

27.01.2014

the day of white snow and bright golden light

of crisp freezing air and glittering snowflakes

dies a slow death a beautiful death

deep blue snow and white-black trees

in fading light horizontal vertical

the grave and the gravestone

22.01.2014

if my poem tells a lie

it tells it to comfort you

to shield you

to hide you from the reality

to hide the reality from you

which like a hungry tiger

is ready to pounce

if my poem tells a lie

it tells it to move your eyes

from the leaping tiger

to give you a moment

a fleeting moment

when you aren't aware

of the claws coming

15.01.2014

epitaph

we never were much

raindrops on a leaf

then

fallen leaves beside the road

we never were much

in the Great Chain of Being

a candle flickering

in the winter night

and then

even that ended

14.01.2014

Mother from Western Sahara

beaten mother bloody eye swollen shut

breastfeeds her baby who greedily drinks

as the mother lays on the floor

aware of pain aware like a woman

beaten by foreign soldiers in her own country is

as her baby clutches to her

like the people to their land

through all the decades of pain

13.01.2014

Change and Illusion

Snowflakes in the air,

ten degrees below zero.

A late winter in a changing world,

two days ago I still listened

to the sound of raindrops falling in January.

Now, an illusion of normality,

Joaquin Desprez' music

cold and clear as a perfect winter day.

On some coming year it will be a

one long autumn until spring.

12.01.2014

rebirth in douma, syria

from the womb of the ruins

delivered

in dust baptized

the children

with fearful eyes

screaming

crying

for the life

ended

the loved

lost

09.01.2014

Of Hares Boys and other child prisoners of Israel

It's antisemitism to mention

the children caged outdoors

in winter storm.

It's antisemitism to mention

that Israel demands parents pay

for their food and clothes.

It's antisemitism to mention

that they have been beaten,
tortured, threatened with rape.

It's antisemitism to mention

that Israel's demands life sentence

for throwing a stone.

It's antisemitism to mention

that in many cases

no stone was even thrown.

It's antisemitism to mention

that with 99.74 percent certainty

they will be found guilty.

It's antisemitism to mention

that they are

children.

07.01.2014

Today, as the short day dies

in winter's weak, hesitating embrace

Today, as the light fades

and the dark green woods turn to black

Today, as the stream runs singing

through the bare fields devoid of snow

Today, as I stand between worlds

in the ever-fleeting "now"

Today, as I reach to the past

while dragged to the future

Today, memories sharp like

broken glass

Today, and each day

and each moment

I lose you, my mother,

I lose you for my sins.

07.01.2014

Yarmouk

I opposed the bombing of Syria.

Now I demand help for the remaining refugees in Yarmouk.

Perhaps people would still be dying of hunger

if thousands would have died in bombings

and more or less moderate rebels

would be fighting against each other

after the fall of the regime.

I don't know.

I can't know.

But people are dying. Old people, infants, youths,

toddlers, men in their prime, middle-aged women.

I should have called for

bombs full of food.

04.01.2014

let the night fold its wings

over your tired thoughts

cradle yourself against

the black and trouble

your mind no more

let the dark carry you

into another dawn

of winter's gray light

03.01.2014

the land bare

in January's

dim light

stuck in autumn

old wet leaves

on ground

where mice

should be running

in their

little corridors

inside

banks of snow

far from the

birds

and the fox

old wet leaves

of summer gone

beside a stream

singing rushing on

to join

a sewage outflow

the land bare

like mind

stripped of thoughts

left with

existence

01.01.2014

2014

a new year veiled in the shadows

of a night lingering at the edge of morning

not a new beginning not an ending

the same thread going on

through the revolutions of the Earth

life death and hope of something lasting

being build among the melting

01.01.2014

new year

rockets in the rain

exploding

no snow

to be seen

happy climate change

earth

happy new mass extinction

01.01.2014

Syria and the shoemaker

517 dead in Aleppo,

151 bambini writes an Italian activist

I'm remembering the picture

of a Mi-8 with barrel bombs

death hanging on wires

but a billionaire man

who has played all his life with cars

hit a rock

and famous neurosurgeons fight to save him

fight

Yarmouk with it's 18 000 remaining

refugees among ruins

a lifetime of exile

230 000 scattered refugees twice over

people dying of starvation each day

children old people

even men in their best years

skeletons all

but Michael still lives

Michael fights for his life

Michael the Greatest

who has played with cars

his entire life

playing with cars

his fame

a little girl lifted

all covered in dust

from ruins

alive it is claimed

but it's hard to see from the picture

so we must trust the claim

and that she

is the only survivor

in her family

famous people are praying for Michael

they say to the press

tweet to the hoi polloi

shocked they say

that rock of a billion years

did not shatter when hit

by a billionaire's head

Muhammad the teenager came home

to find there was no home

no family left

all dead

in ruins

I'm not sorry they are dead

he supposedly said

again we must trust the claim

I'm only sad that they went away

and left me

I will go for them

but what about Michael?

30.12.2013

days are few now

the year falling

through the winter dark

towards rebirth

in blood

of innocents

as usual

30.12.2013

dark night

black coffee

so tired

the wind

makes the lights

flicker

like heartbeats

wavering

on the edge

of abyss

17.12.2013

1987 The First Intifada

before the eastern bloc fell

you rose up

but yours was an unwanted rebellion against oppression

yours was an unwanted liberation

your occupiers

your tormentors

they were the good guys to the west

standing on a moral high ground

made up of your bodies

they would go to cheer

the fall of the soviet system

those westerners who claimed to support freedom

they would continue to cheer

your oppression

killing imprisonment torture

the deaths of thousands

the illegal colonies

speaking of safety and security

of the oppressor

but never about your safety and security

they were joyful

those westerners

when the Berlin wall fell

they were indignant

when you opposed the illegal Wall

Israel uses to dissect what remains of your land

they speak of it in soft terms

trying to hide the brutal reality

the necessity of opposing it

of opposing what is being done to you

those westerners who so love freedom

the freedom they want to deny to you

because they believe in

Israel's freedom to oppress you

Israel's freedom to kill your children

Israel's freedom to torture you

Israel's freedom to steal your land

Israel's freedom from being humane

08.12.2013

looking at individuals alone

we miss the unity

but looking at

individuals together

we recognize the truth

taking many different forms

to manifest itself

to adapt

all life on Earth is the same

one organism

06.12.2013

snowfall on the last day of november

icy roads become white snakes

between dark forests

fields where dead grass

still peeks through the white

white snakes like thoughts

joining breaking off

becoming lost

in the gathering shadows

of winter mid-afternoon

in the gathering shadows

of a life in descent

from it's zenith

towards some unforeseen

moment of breaking off

30.11.2013

to my mother

every moment for the last four years

i have been standing beside your grave

wherever i have been

for every moment remaining in my life

i will be standing beside your grave

in grief for my loss

21.11.2013

early november morning

frozen puddles

cloudy sky

ready to unleash

its small white

paratroopers

winter coming

to conquer

21.11.2013

sounds of rain

late in the night

all the sadness

of the autumn

hidden in the dark

better to sleep

when the pale

morning comes

over the fields

better to sleep

until the light

wanes

19.11.2013

Under cloudy skies

we walk in rain

to hide our tears

13.11.2013

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