The Human Song
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Waltz of the Whore
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
Saturday, May 3, 2008
This silent anger.
they eat the light of the mind.
Moods so heavy that tears can be seen.
So what is it called...This silent anger.