~
What if they said:
“We are your old fear.
We have come
to save you
from a plague you don´t know.”?
They would take you away
Would force you to praise
Their devoured fouling meat
And make you eat.
Call it light,
Call it day,
With a maximum of despair and hate.
As the prey in their claws
Sliced up minds will not talk
To anyone.
What´s behind the pain?
Could you love again,
Flee the altered brain,
Cut the mantling strain?,
Violent clutch,
Dragging forward
´Til the eye took over
The hold.
What it saw
Hid its soft bonds inside
A disrupting scream,
Torched the child
And it laid down
And will recall.
Lived again
Dissociations
Recreate the situation
With the child-leader
And its sister young
That would think the view.
There they come.
Are you here?
Are you there?
They got big plans for you,
You will be tough,
And bright light will shine again
For greedy eyes.
Sniff the track, dear,
Take another chance.
So abroad,
No waste, no land,
What´s there to find?
You wish control?
Manners change
And somehow do their trays.
The old gap,
though,
lives its day.
There can be dreams
Of another light,
Synaesthesia,
Auto-suggestion,
Reflection, meditation.
Helplessness is cut!
Come over,
We can still touch now.
The weird display of times today
Overrides many things,
or so is its claim.
But the forgotten
Find a way to meet
Find a way to merge
With forgotten ones
In other ones.
With some we will confront and fight
With some the pain will fade
Away for joy!
The marvel
Of the serious joy!
.
.
.
(2010)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
why be (élève)
short can be the distance
between joy and pain,
sitting in the same place,
hard to replace
one by the other.
the outer world
is a beast to tame
crisis management
in halls of fame
reason to calm down while lifting off,
embedding contemplation in straight action,
translucent for sense and love,
yes, why be.
the brickwork in our dorm
in places was painted,
plaque washed away
any bribable Sunday.
things need to be done,
--- panicking by words
can be a shield,
stops from opening.
to nearly fall asleep in front of the screen
is a way of resistance, but annoying.
pretending it´s human
sometimes is worth the effort,
yes, why be.
why be, without question marks,
without trust,
without shine of lost flashes,
doing our things.
why be, so long awaited,
yet greatest surprise
in the shape it occurs.
----
why be,
a drama of spoken and unspoken
words and permissions
magnetic survey.
powerful exercise, can make stiff
in hot rooms and cold rooms
cause that´s not the point.
why be,
a feeling of touch,
an exchange to come
again as it appears.
why be,
a meeting never ending
in distance or neglection,
present years ago,
yet unfulfilled.
why be,
a question still asked
in the shift of the character
as it takes place.
élève yet and master,
why be not less.
shrinkheads and grades
crossfade at the edge.
élève,
in parts what it sounds like,
then pre-disposed variable
to care for both sides.
élève, an intrusion,
found dangerous by thought
two and three
bold precarious laughs.
élève, malaffection,
slings made up, though,
post absent selves.
élève,
trust and avoidance,
filigree uncouth,
bursting at times.
why be élève,
experience beauty,
strictness in changed roles
to both sides´ relief.
.
.
.
(2010)
between joy and pain,
sitting in the same place,
hard to replace
one by the other.
the outer world
is a beast to tame
crisis management
in halls of fame
reason to calm down while lifting off,
embedding contemplation in straight action,
translucent for sense and love,
yes, why be.
the brickwork in our dorm
in places was painted,
plaque washed away
any bribable Sunday.
things need to be done,
--- panicking by words
can be a shield,
stops from opening.
to nearly fall asleep in front of the screen
is a way of resistance, but annoying.
pretending it´s human
sometimes is worth the effort,
yes, why be.
why be, without question marks,
without trust,
without shine of lost flashes,
doing our things.
why be, so long awaited,
yet greatest surprise
in the shape it occurs.
----
why be,
a drama of spoken and unspoken
words and permissions
magnetic survey.
powerful exercise, can make stiff
in hot rooms and cold rooms
cause that´s not the point.
why be,
a feeling of touch,
an exchange to come
again as it appears.
why be,
a meeting never ending
in distance or neglection,
present years ago,
yet unfulfilled.
why be,
a question still asked
in the shift of the character
as it takes place.
élève yet and master,
why be not less.
shrinkheads and grades
crossfade at the edge.
élève,
in parts what it sounds like,
then pre-disposed variable
to care for both sides.
élève, an intrusion,
found dangerous by thought
two and three
bold precarious laughs.
élève, malaffection,
slings made up, though,
post absent selves.
élève,
trust and avoidance,
filigree uncouth,
bursting at times.
why be élève,
experience beauty,
strictness in changed roles
to both sides´ relief.
.
.
.
(2010)
Monday, February 22, 2010
The Manmade Soul (Life Pt.2)
Got already so much left behind,
consciousness a changing good,
a flame which friendly is too shy,
and thoughts appear as a wonderful food.
Everything you´re going to find
easily climbs straight up to your mind.
They say you´re noisy and you´re rude
which is all right for you when you´re in the mood.
Laughing, joking is all around,
don´t take care, try not to be fooled.
In the air there´s an amazing sound,
anger in town, kids are in to be ruled.
Hands are grabbing to play their game,
run or stay, it is all the same,
up and down, then into the mill,
never thought of this but,
my dear, you will.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here,
I am full of fear.
Please get me right,
please let me out.
I did get you right,
I am full of doubt
~
~
~
My love was walking in the sun.
Her smile was young and refreshing.
The child of warmth began to live,
rising high and romping
in the clouds
of my sky ---------- ,
her friend
too shy -------------
Then she shook my head,
so all the fears fell off the dead.
Remember, it is just a dream!
What is it like for you?
The dreamscape of a child?
The nightmare of a child?
The dreamscape --- of a child?
.
.
.
(1991)
consciousness a changing good,
a flame which friendly is too shy,
and thoughts appear as a wonderful food.
Everything you´re going to find
easily climbs straight up to your mind.
They say you´re noisy and you´re rude
which is all right for you when you´re in the mood.
Laughing, joking is all around,
don´t take care, try not to be fooled.
In the air there´s an amazing sound,
anger in town, kids are in to be ruled.
Hands are grabbing to play their game,
run or stay, it is all the same,
up and down, then into the mill,
never thought of this but,
my dear, you will.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here,
I am full of fear.
Please get me right,
please let me out.
I did get you right,
I am full of doubt
~
~
~
My love was walking in the sun.
Her smile was young and refreshing.
The child of warmth began to live,
rising high and romping
in the clouds
of my sky ---------- ,
her friend
too shy -------------
Then she shook my head,
so all the fears fell off the dead.
Remember, it is just a dream!
What is it like for you?
The dreamscape of a child?
The nightmare of a child?
The dreamscape --- of a child?
.
.
.
(1991)
Strap Me !
I learned so much from you and us
in the little time we had.
Every separation of ours was bridged
by twirling hearts and minds
trying not to grow mad.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
There´s no more love or reasoning
in fears it might not last.
Strutting streams of lost joy
has a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched you from a side
that you didn´t know before.
(The missing link is there ----
You pieced it in your chair ----
Gone the forest but the leaves do hear ------)
Strap me !!!
Strap me ------- !!!
Strap me ----------!!!
I really believe you how hard it was,
I was torn apart as well.
What did we learn there, love?
How did we change in sweet hell?
We´re carrying each other around every day,
both concerned with other things to do or say.
More than an occasional thought or sense
there´s deep knowledge about the rear.
It will not matter if the bonds we share
are a nothingness that occurs.
Apart from our groins, the vibration and touch
a switch is what we were.
You said I shouldn´t tell you
who you are and how to be.
I´m ready to swear: You´re right, babe!
But there´s some things you don´t see.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
The changing love and resoning
has no fears it might not last.
Reality dreams of body-melt
are a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched us from a side
that we didn´t know before.
Strap me !!!
Strap me ---------- !!!
Strap me ------------!!!
More than our bodies mingled
instinctively.
We let it all happen but not explode
willingly
I saw you face change
under and over me,
a smiling different one
but still the same . . .
.
.
.
(2009)
in the little time we had.
Every separation of ours was bridged
by twirling hearts and minds
trying not to grow mad.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
There´s no more love or reasoning
in fears it might not last.
Strutting streams of lost joy
has a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched you from a side
that you didn´t know before.
(The missing link is there ----
You pieced it in your chair ----
Gone the forest but the leaves do hear ------)
Strap me !!!
Strap me ------- !!!
Strap me ----------!!!
I really believe you how hard it was,
I was torn apart as well.
What did we learn there, love?
How did we change in sweet hell?
We´re carrying each other around every day,
both concerned with other things to do or say.
More than an occasional thought or sense
there´s deep knowledge about the rear.
It will not matter if the bonds we share
are a nothingness that occurs.
Apart from our groins, the vibration and touch
a switch is what we were.
You said I shouldn´t tell you
who you are and how to be.
I´m ready to swear: You´re right, babe!
But there´s some things you don´t see.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
The changing love and resoning
has no fears it might not last.
Reality dreams of body-melt
are a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched us from a side
that we didn´t know before.
Strap me !!!
Strap me ---------- !!!
Strap me ------------!!!
More than our bodies mingled
instinctively.
We let it all happen but not explode
willingly
I saw you face change
under and over me,
a smiling different one
but still the same . . .
.
.
.
(2009)
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