Thursday, April 23, 2009

Waltz of the Whore

Laments fill the empty space

and my soul is mounted by desire.


This pauseless waltz shall be the last.


I am lenient with reason

and dishonesty sings...



one two tree
one two tree...

Thursday, January 8, 2009

I have done

So this is the moment

-the moment I should cry.

Shout to the world.

and do.

Do something 

I want to go I say.

Go to the river.

Make a boat.

And go...

And at each shore I will stop.

and I will leap.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

And when I End.

There,

by the opening of the sea...

- I am done...

And I am dry.'

There are no more tears left.

But they carried me all the way.

They carried me all the way home.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Good luck.

We have learned about this moment

and we have heard about this time.

we have watched with blind spendour.

We have thrown away years...

years with thoughts...

Wasted energy

in the deep wells of fortune.

Now we have animals in our souls

awake

with Life back on track.

There is no road

there is no light

Thers is only heart.

And heart is All.

Good luck.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

I have pushed the thread 
through
I am ready to heal our wounds
Numb pain 
but calm heart 
though I am shaken by the burden.
The cracks and wounds in my own heart
have grown crooked
Its wisdom is scattered enough now.
I have hardened.
But I do not complain, nor will I ever..
You see...
I have this thread
And together with its needle
I can teach. 
I can teach the art of helping

What will it take before you will listen

 The hearing of man is weakened,
These times of wonderful deceit,
will now tramp on whats left of your Garden.


For it is with your actions they come---
your order was the Beginning of it all.


Our houses and our museums are no longer part of history.
They are mere pieces of an unfulfilled masterworks.
See you not, Man?


Time is here again. 
Time is here to act.
Like I talked and talked to you. 
With a thousand tongues.


Now I see Fear.


Because with Time

Fear follows.


Will you now listen as you have not listened before.
I speak not of fear of fear, my brothers. 
I speak of fear as you know it.


Time will end our Silence, here we are standing,
up to our knees in Future.
Fear will complete it.
Our own fear will end it

all

 

Friday, May 16, 2008

You gather and hold life in a Hope that has its origin in wishes.Wishes, that "He who writes history" will come. You are counseling with scholars, shouting for a tale that does not end,as you know it does. You have thoughts of an ending that holds good feelings.Feelings which you do not know or understand.Truly I say you, Man gathering in flocks:  Do not look for endings without me.Do not believe in wise men who say that air can not turn into soot. Do not own a single Hope without me. Yes, Listen, Man in flock...Time will come when you will speak with shivering voices and think with Fear. For Hope is confusingly similar to your faith.This I say you. Remember this.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

This silent anger.

What is it calledthis Silent AngerAnger without a voicewithout a note.Words and insults are scatteredby the shepherds of ignorance.Their wolves are untamed

they eat the light of the mind.

Moods so heavy that tears can be seen.

So what is it called...This silent anger.