Carnal

Take the struggle all along
light of foot to walk among
resilient paradise wrong
the echo of a gong.

Charge with fire light for flame
and in the shamming of a game
imagining mirrors of void
wistful mind of paranoid.

As decoy to moon and sun
eternity of paradise
create the sex but just for fun
transfixness of the eyes.

Object of love to hear and die
to make a ball out of a die
and hear the silence in a cry
redemption delirium dry

secret and sly.




















Colours

A new impulse within the house
of mad and dead where i do dwell
to see a tree through a window
but to observe leaves as they fell.

The ground is layed out with colours
of a picture made yesterday
fingers of sheer transparency
to paint the painting of the day.

Some red for lips and eyes of sand
some white for teeth of glass
some blue for hearts and for my hand
some green to cover up the grass.

To walk on paths never tread on
one should but take a chancy life
a chancy mind a chancy smile
a chancy gesture in this strife

to carry on for one more mile
and then to die.



















Conceal the hand

Conceal the hand
a hollow neck
the door
open

we lie
our bellies looking at the sky
erased the face
and blank the eyes

the hollow neck
to go around
of time
of death

to think about what is but left
of silence and of sound.

Disdain

Erased the walls
my life like blood
a dream, and all
my flesh a flood

of images runs
through my veins
and when she turns
over, in rage and in disdain

i start to bleed
over again
my life a bid
my mind in pain.







Dreams

silent is the man
that watches through his eyes
a head without a body
and a missing arm.

Annalee walks beside me
i am blind, i am deaf,
i do not see nor can i hear
her voice is mute like in

a dream. I do not cry
and yet some tears
roll down my cheeks
i do not speak yet my words

echo the loneliness that i feel.

Early the moon

Early the moon that rises from
the sea the sky full of eyelids
open to our hearts.
Walking among the deads i can see
your face in the mirror of my shadow;

you speak, words fall from your
lips like the dust that only lies
on dead bodies, long and
slowly fading in this haze
the light that never burns out

remains invisible to you.Images
of wrath and pain
come to my blinded mind, there is in me a
craving for the end, this plight
drives me to the pit where

my aery flesh turns liquid and
my squeleton never ends falling apart.


Eyes

Your eyes were cast
in bronze or in plaster
just out of a body
of youth, sand and water.

Invisible the task
out or rock blown away
this song, word, you may
pray or cry under your mask.

In motion or stillness
out of pure and perfect madness
whether in snow, storm or rain
without fear, rage or pain.

Forlorn

A mental body
in the air
floating around
and dying there.

Round as a ball
my cut off head
heavy as lead
does slowly fall.

Arching the arm
i reach out to
get the alarm
that to and fro

begets the hand
that will forgive.
When on this land
a man bereaves

what's in the sand
and that we grieve.


Fortitude

Blooded the thought of the man
who runs on graves, he stays
alone in the desert
of his mind. I have met the new silver headed
child that does not know how to
walk, but still can see through your
heart like a laser.
A winding river of light just stays
in my veins on this
night of relish and quietness,
i do not see what i can see.
Eyes of cristal, the purity of which
springs out of the blueness
of my foot, but does not
make me lack of will in fortitude.

Icarus

A window shut
a man will fall
right by the wall
into a rut.

To be but fire
recess in flame
into the pyre
of this game.

Will I with you
extend my sight
of wings a few
fallen in flight?

To burn the feather
ashes or whether
as colour of heather
by a stream

to walk forever in a dream.

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