Marvels Of Joy And Pain

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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!


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(2010)