Carved by a river

Just imagine a rock

Carved by a river

In millions of years

Just imagine

The patience, persistence

Continuous resistance

So that one gives
Little by little

In to the other

A piece of river

Carved into a rock

Something else was the matter

Today in the morning

I read a letter

About roses and keeping them

Free of Rosegrower’s grief.

Something else was the matter.

What I read was a

Midsummer Letter

Enfolding a poet’s Midlife Belief;

How could I feel

So close to his grief?

When the mind of a poet dances 
Around universal constellations,

We are reduced to atoms and chances;

Not this one; he did not shout out

But reached into substantial relations

Infused with free will

And a dash of psychosis

Providing some form of crude explanation

For this creeping unease to chill
On stage of a drama

Called life. A huge play

Resembling the Simpsons or Futurama.

In comic lies wisdom, 
A humorous madman
In life lies decay.

For a fraction

I remember someone

Was with me

Sitting at the table

While I sat over there

In poetry

I looked at his chair

For a fraction

I remember silhouettes
In stereo
A song and a trumpet
Smoky off beat

Someone died in New York
Because he was special
I know I heard his voice
On radio
Because he was dead

Ermines die for them

I surrounded myself

With combs I never use

I count their teeth

Naming each one of them

After kings without name

Without beard and without golden crown

But I know of their cloaks

A drip of blood on snow

Melts with the Spring

Floats with a current

And trickles into soil

To satisfy underground lakes

Appeasing my thirst

While I count teeth

Completely out-of-vogue

Ermines die for them

The other girl's smile

She danced

Pretending to breathe

He took off her skin

Hidden behind another girl’s smile

She had to leave

Only to have him follow

For one glimpse

She wished she was

The other girl’s smile

The only leftover

He washed his hair

One hand fell 
Into the drainage

He saved one finger

It took a picture 
In a rollercoaster, years ago

The only leftover

And the scent of shampoo

I remember the frog

On the rooftop we listened to music

I grew a beard and you started shaving

Who was the last to grow wings

I wished we had gone to the movies

Carried away by pictures on screen

I threw the frog over the railing

I remember it could not fly

I remember all was a joke, always

I remember your hazy eyes

I remember your wings

Maybe I remember your smile

I forgot, was there an echo

I remember the frog

Your falling voice, I forgot
Was there an echo

Swallowing meat

Klimt’s girl has been with me for years

I realized I drew my grandfather

In a uniform

I leave behind what I do not tear apart

Traces in rooms keeping out the rain

I made some coffee and handed it over

Remembering wine and music

We share a table but we don’t share the fruit

I left behind an open bottle

Drowned some flies

Took a sip with closed eyes

And decided to stop
Swallowing meat

Melts with the oven

A grey cat in front of the oven

Melts with the oven

Into one hot machine

I know I may not touch

Scorching green knobs
Fur burns my skin

I know I may not touch

I know, but she asks for it

So darely

I will sacrifice, I will
I know I may not

thought sick

at times sick of thoughts

switch off without remote

stuck in drainage

circling around sand

grains scrubbing my skin

layers clogging exit

wishing for a thought bin
to run out
of words

Beyond reach

Memory, wicked lemonstone

Squeezed into bones

During night they climb escalators

Speeding up speeds them down

Cannot leap, the top beyond reach, always end up

At the bottom deepening itself

Beneath the weight of my lemon squeezed feet

Tripping over twigs, trees grow underground

Remember something beyond reach I know sometimes when 
Waking up beyond when

Making up road signs

No matter how far
We walk
Earth is round
We cannot fall off
It is just what we are already
Timeless. Placeless.
I am nowhere
Have never been
Am always and
Touching your path
That cannot be touched
Never was there
And still you are
Making up road signs
Leading nowhere

Let's start the day with flowers

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Birds

Time one cannot shake

Time one cannot shake.

It sleeps and it awakes.

It carries our dream.

It shows us what it takes

To burn to drown to break

Within a silent shadow

That never disappears though

Sun may hide unseen.

tied up

Solid rock of patience

I will tell the bird in my heart

to sleep until you come

to untie her wings

from this solid rock of patience.

She will dream to fly

but she will understand

and wait while you walk

within your stretched self

to become world

and as this world

surrender yourself

to unfolding freedom

of purest nature within

your truest human being.

Life's a symphony.
When we kill birds
all is left is silence.

hearts into time

what would mankind be

without fragility

to be thrown

into utmost despair

suffering

holding within decay

the essence of beauty

fading, transient

twine

that ties

hearts into time

A poem of kindness

What does it sound like 

A poem of care 

A poem of kindness 

One that holds hands 

Embraces shoulders 

And understands 

A poem that walks 

Next to your path 

Listens all day

Without depart 

A poem that drinks 

Despair and your tears 

Strokes your dim hair 

Without hesitation
Or any fears

A poem that brightens 

Heavy mined fields

Collects all splinters 

Without fatigue
Stitches your wounds 

If only I knew 

I would read it 

With a warm and soft voice 

And you could hear it 

Pervade every cloud 

Lift the dark shade 

Enfolding you 

Holding you 

If only I knew 

fathoming II

fathoming
is having a meal that grows by
eating it

Mother with child

I looked up and behind the window sill

stood a mother with child.

I fell in love with this sight of beauty
that lasts for all of mankind’s time.

No matter what.

nightly detour

night is over

bombs exploded near my house

I tried to reach the crossing

my lung was hit by a major blast

coughing I turned

detouring the long way round

there I stood, before me the park

hazy, so much smoke in the air

all vague shadow

I decided to run

sparklers were thrown, faster!

hit the lady! a deer in the park

I lost my head, leave it!

behind me: WAR

air soaking wet, trees pitch black

breathless, smoke in my hair

how far? had I lost track?

no, there it was

I reached the crossing

ten minutes late, happy new year!