english, poetry

the republican fleet

battleship-potemkin

The pistol slingers crack loose
The oil robbers steal loose
The earth proles lie loose
The greenback makers print loose

And with eyes in full bloom
The heartless bandits ordered
Buildings came raving
Down in free fall

How tragic the images were
From two glass grey towers people
Jumped when mournful alive and kicking they
Fell and blew their last breath

What kind of poetry gives depth
On the news about the
Imaginary and last destination
Of the earths’ prophet

No and then
The holy persons swear
Healing prayers detonate like bombs
Out of their heartless souls

The steel burned
Like fleas that’s the way they jumped up and down
The whole day from dusk till dawn
The world lay in chains to the screen in shock

Condolences rice fields
Were standing blackened and blazed

Where georgic bushes and bandits
Riff-Raff betrayed the masses with jubilation

And they cheered at him
Retarded words of shit smeared upon
The book printed experiences untrue
The type-founder melted the steel of lies

With eyes open we read the new order
The rattling chains of slaves that were bound round
Our ankles and were not put loose the printed lies
Gave way for the truth of the second desert storm

Yes and then
Shot the ruthless
With canons the meat into pieces
The barrels smelled like bitter gunpowder

Do not read drop the words
The republican fleet steams up triumphantly
And blazes loose and cheerfully
Throw your slender legs up in the air and escape

From the stairs the cracks sound hollow
Empty the eyes the glass broken the mother is falling
The youngest child in the released baby carriage
Rolls towards the lowest stone fully amazed

Which poems gave depth
To the gruesome news
About the imaginary final destination
Of the Earth’s prophet

english, poetry

war speak

Iran_executie

He is put to death
Brought to a standstill
Because he

Is a product of the bourgeoisie that
Conspired and infiltrated within
The ranks of the revolutionaries
His purpose ruining the national economy

english, poetry

wonder

Charles Paul Landon Icarus and Daedalus

The iron veins that move the ground
Skirt in their parallel dwindling lock
The sight of the Indian who already knew
Before our era of clouds split
By birds with stiff wings that
Rise shining to the source waiting for
A renewed exploitation similar like
The pride of the son of Daedalus

However survival has failed
That every pursuit for forces faster higher
And stronger leads to a drain
That the true nature is as it is and
That it is not for nothing that it is bounded
The general exceeds the lines of time
The loco motif derails on the bridge
The eagle descends moved by its prey

The wise man walks kneels in wonder
Surrenders his inner self to the all encompassing

english, poetry

time pierces

The locomotive is racing through
The hour of lost time
It hangs beside the Ark of Covenant
In the temple where once
Long ago
The artists and the
Creator
–
Together
–
Even had breakfast
Jam and eggs
With tea
In Japanese porcelain
Served by
A generous girl
In a kimono
On Zen’s way

Although
The guardians of the cloth
The rules of 10 | 01
And by Cloud 9
The screaming of wheels
On iron
And more scuff on the
Barren land
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Once
Long ago

Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where ever I
Once
Lived

Although
In the real time
Where clocks
Race
In a constructive way
Just like the locomotive
And more racing on the
Iron away from the poor country
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived

Although
In pierced time
Where no bells

Toll
In a constructive way
And no more racing on the water

Of the seas where
Once
The fish
Who carried the Ark
Across the universe
Connected to
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived

Although
[…]

english, poetry

little man

Saltfield Bolivia Noah Friedman-Rudovsky for The New York Times

One day it is
Is thoroughly this day you know
Know you think in moving images
Images as simple that show me how
How small a man in this world can be
Be here he is the opposite color
Color of the world in black
Black is the sum of all is not a color really
Really is more like red or yellow and blue
Blue eyes as flowers and water and in air
Air water and sea more like Lethe in a bath

Bath as in or
Or what is it
It is not this or that
That’s more if if
If I do not remember

Know these are white squares of salt
Salt oh man salt of the Earth
Earth grain or corn in the air
Air the breathing of the heavens
Heavens the soul of this world
World sold by the man
Man oh little guy living in lilac

ToNe [NoTe] of your breathing soul
Who travels to the throne of final
Necessity

english, poetry

the unbound horizon

De [on]geboden Einder

Here I am the opposite of
That is undamaged by any
Blissful longing for the
Endless the horizon of the egg
That creaks under the weight
Of the downturn people
The soul moves through a shadow
Cabinet of things we only know
Now and were denied first

The rarefied air cleaves
Terahertz with search lights pierce
Drones high skulls
Thinkers in other times a
Morality politely passing
Denies the dream and desire
To unbound and free association
With any obligation whatsoever as
We meet at the end

english, poetry

the all is already inside

Einstein gyro gravity probe

There are people who think
About approaching kabbalistic ending
An inconvenient feeling

Don’t believe them
Sense only warmth
A new beginning
Unravel the button
Jump out of Pandora’s box
Unfold the one with the white parrot
Make the weight weightless

Just like the pearl girl
The golden shine in a [pa]radish
She’s arriving on the glittering water
On the earth she’s landing soft
The water on sand
The fire on water
The game of the chiaroscuro
Now is not later

The boat moves the dawning
The sparrows pick from the seeds
The buses are waiting
The mother is the father of the notion

Cornell Tajiri Einstein
In the fantasy they come to mine
And they leave again
The confusion gets out of the way

All seeing and reading with pleasure
We must in a constructive way
Build the country

Protect from the hawk’s claws

The carrying virtue is here
The face looks unending distant
The urge of being gets out of it’s senses
The all is already inside

english, poetry

before the dawning

 

Show me the
Love of my life
It is the beginning of times
Here’s looking at you, kid

Running running running running…
For the dawning is rising
Don’t go away
Now the time goes by

Play the piano Sam
Play it now!
Goddammit!
Stop playing the piano!

One more time please
Play it for me just this one night
You know it is the beginning
The beginning of a beautiful friendship

What can I do?
Play it once
For old times sake
I do not drink saké

Sing it Sam
Sing it for me
As times goes by
Never ever the times passes by

We’ll always have Paris
Always on top of the tower of Eiffel

You were dancing there for me dressed in blue
Like Lisa did in Blumenfeld’s photograph

[And I climb up like Semonila Pilchard dressed in grey]

We crossed the river Seine
Like we crossed so many rivers before
The Chao Phraya River Meusse
The Rhine The Amstel river

Together always
Kiss me once
One more time
Like the very first time

Kiss me once as if it were
The very very last time
Here for you a lovely kiss
Please come with me

You must go now
You must leave me behind
This could be like eternity
Stay with me always

Always at the beginning
Always together holding hands
I am looking at you[r][,] kid
For the dawning is ascending

Feel! A kiss is just a kiss
Hear! A sigh is just a sigh
Over and over
We are taking the way

 

english, poetry

swan

 

Snow white Tuonela swan
She calls
I don’t believe that she knew
That I
Am the very firstborn man
And that
Laughing at the blackest lake
Eve is
The very firstborn woman
Only
The giving makes what you are
That I
Am the first lord of the world
Eve is
The first goddess of the earth
That we
Have come to give purest joy

Swanning you paddle distant
From us

I don’t believe that she knew
[Just like Eve & Adam]
That we will fill
In upcoming years
Thousand
Sobbing handkerchiefs
Full of
Bitterly crying tears

 

english, poetry

no machine

kahn fritz auto

We go with the machine! Here comes the machine!
Make way for the machine!
Remember your first feelings of silky comfort
I hope you like me from today on through the storm
Through the eye of the Hourglass Nebula I will travel

I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control

The sun is casting a shadow over Cepheid it brightens and
Dims periodically to measure distance in space
Dancing stars celebrate in large elliptical movements
Carried by fields of energy they act as if they are feathers or down

I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control

Clouds of golden sunflowers stick out
The man in me is no more I live like a machine
The lower stone that makes us fall
That one hot stone crashes hard through the wall

I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control

It’s really far I take the good path

The engine starts I will ascend to the nature above
I lift up I would like to thank you for the extended time
My destination is clear it can not be missed

I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control

The high and low tones that no one can hear
Makes my eyes breaks open
The mirrors become visible
In the Uni Multi Omni Versum

I’m a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control

Now I have traveled through the eye [I]
Have met the other human being
He looks like me is not a copy of me [I am]
No steel only meat and soul the reflection in and out

I’m a man
I’m not a machine
I pretty much
Lost control

english, poetry

time out

For the time being happened
In the pastime of the
Imperishable
Once in a certain time
Unknowing non-longing
For the things that came

The times rushed by
There they stood
Went out of the way
The time rows on
The time roots out
Once in a while

Forgot about the non-heard brag swagger
Couple of fettered
Wanking windy brats
Meaningless super humans

Forgot that not you but
What was waiting for us
Sifted the life
The life sifted

The hunger for knowledge
Was just fried air
Everything thought felt and lost
More pain no life

Deceived by the past
The quest for roots volatilized
The sky did not clear up

The sun did not break through

Did not find the way back
The earth broke open
Could not walk free

Such a little life went by
Such a long life came along
It just goes on and on

I was only
A little boy
And you so fine and far out
The sweetest girl

It was too late [no time]
It was too early [no time]

Time was old
Time was over
And out

english, poetry

all

uomo-vitruviano-di-Leonardo-Da-Vinci

All
Turns
Round
I feel
Your kiss
On my cheek
Your waving ocean
That nibbles at the beach
And we stand
There
Here
Look up to the sun
Laugh at each other
From afar
Nearby
Embrace each other
Together we
Stand up
Together our
Hearts beat
Are we
One
In the cosmos
Are we
One
On the blue earth

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