Poems & News: On the road again! Or only fantasy...

Poems & News: On the road again! Or only fantasy...: With a heart of furious fantasies, Whereof I am commander; With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. Weste...

Poems & News: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....

Poems & News: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....: Lykkelig ? Jo, det har visst hendt i stunder da jeg minst av alt tenkte på noe så frøkenfint som lykke. Hos kvinnen er alt hjertet, ti...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...: Woman:  Do you have a sword  decorated  with myrtle leaves ? Man: Smiles and raises his right foot...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...: Hva betyr det å være standhaftig I dødens alle'? Que significa persistir en el callejón de la muerte?

Poems & News: One way or another...

Poems & News: One way or another...: One way or another... The moment permitting, able to say what I think at times, and otherwise saying it poorly     and jumbled, I k...

One way or another...

One way or another...
The moment permitting,
able to say what I think at times,
and otherwise saying it poorly
    and jumbled,
I keep writing my verses and poems
    without wanting to,
as if writing weren't something made 
    up of gestures,
as if writing were something that 
    happened to me like the sun outside
    shining on me.

I try saying what I feel
without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the ideas
    without going down a corridor
    of thought to find words.

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...: Come with me. I do not know, but they call to me and they say to me: "We suffer." Come with me. And they say to me: &...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system: Helt alene, kun meg selv, Jeg er glad alikevel! Shakespeare sa: False to my nature? Rather say I play ... The man I am. Ha en god ...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...: Fremgangsrik er den mann som tjener mer penger enn hans kone klarer å bruke. Fremgangsrik er den kvinne som klarer å finne en slik mann...

Poems & News: My friend, when Autumn comes, bearing Winter with ...

Poems & News: My friend, when Autumn comes, bearing Winter with ...: I the roses love in the garden     of Montserrat, My Friend, I love those fast fleeting roses     that on the day they were born. O...

My friend, when Autumn comes, bearing Winter with it, let us keep one thought; not of Spring to come, belonging to another, nor yet of Summer, when we're dead, but of what's left of what is passing--- The yellowing of these leaves now--- making them different...

I the roses love in the garden
    of Montserrat,
My Friend,
I love those fast fleeting roses
    that on the day they were born.
On that same day they die.
Light for them is everlasting;
    born after the sun comes up,
    they die before Apollo rounds
    his visible track.
So let us make our life a single day,
and willingly ignore the night to come,
    The night already past,
    The little while we last.

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...: Somewhere there's a man who sweats thought. On his skin are drawn the moist contours of a finer skin, the wake of a navigation w...

Poems & News: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...

Poems & News: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...: Civilization is nothing more  than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort. Vær tro i din vandring, det er kunn en...

Poems & News: Fairy Thallus, softer than a little furry bunny......

Poems & News: Fairy Thallus, softer than a little furry bunny......: And there you are - on heat and tossed so differently, just like.

Poems & News: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

Poems & News: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.: Det var en gang... Moss som den engang var ! Men deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller...

Poems & News: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

Poems & News: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da all ord er grå, da sorga er ...

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da all ord er grå, da sorga er ...: Cat, you tumble down the street As if it were your bed. I think such luck's a treat. Like feeding without being fed.

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

Poems & News: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...: Goa lovely "..." I like your wriestes, I like your gland`s, I like the fingers on your hands, I`d like to teach them how to ...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...: Du har ditt hus, Du ahr din fred, men på denne vide jord må mange drømme seg et sted, et leie og et bord... You have your house, ...

Poems & News: Remember when I said it. I promised, Not to hold y...

Poems & News: Remember when I said it. I promised, Not to hold y...: Take your hand, Whenever, wherever, Because that is us, Because we don't need a reason, Because we simply can, From racing the...

Poems & News: Audible smile of the leaves, you're nothing more t...

Poems & News: Audible smile of the leaves, you're nothing more t...: Laughs and quickly looks so as not to be looking there where in the leaves one feels the wind is passing. It's all a wind and a ...

Audible smile of the leaves, you're nothing more than a breeze. If I watch you and you watch me who is the first to smile ?

Laughs and quickly looks
so as not to be looking
there where in the leaves
one feels the wind is passing.
It's all a wind and a masking.

But the looking,
    to be looking
where one's not looking,
    has returned;
And the two of us are speaking
that which was never spoken,
is this an end or a beginning ?

Poems & News: "I ask the gods only to forget me".

Poems & News: "I ask the gods only to forget me".: I ask the gods only     to forget me. Neither sad nor glad, I shall be free, Free as the wind is,     giving life to the air    ...

"I ask the gods only to forget me".

I ask the gods only
    to forget me.

Neither sad nor glad,
I shall be free,

Free as the wind is,
    giving life to the air
    that is nothing.

Love and hatred seek us out,
    both oppressively,
    each differently.

Only he is free
To whom the gods grant nothing.

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...: What I was, what I wasn't - that's all me. What I wanted, what I didn't, all of that gets to be me. What I loved, wha...

Poems & News: Each thing...

Poems & News: Each thing...: Each thing, in its time, has its time. The trees do not blossom in winter, nor does the white cold cover the fields. The heat that t...

Poems & News: Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, givin...

Poems & News: Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, givin...: Autumn Returns A day in mourning falls from the bells like a trembling vague-window cloth, it is a colour, a dream of cherries or g...

Poems & News: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...

Poems & News: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...: There are no limits to God`s compassion with Paradises  over their one universally felt want: he immediately created other animals bes...

Poems & News: Tell opp, tell ned. På kryss og tvers. Samme resul...

Poems & News: Tell opp, tell ned. På kryss og tvers. Samme resul...: 16 3 2 13 5 10 11 8  9 6 7 12  4 15 14 1 Mange veier. alle fører mot samme resultat.  Alltid - Samme resultat. VERDEN ER ET TALL... Mange ...

Poems & News: A song without words !...

Poems & News: A song without words !...: No berries, no mushrooms remain in the wood, And yet it's so good, so good ! Every morning I go and bring something home Out of the ...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...: El silencio... Oye, hijo mio, el silencio, Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las fr...

Poems & News: I'd open my eyes a bit and see the window full of ...

Poems & News: I'd open my eyes a bit and see the window full of ...: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the present. But I don't want the present, I want reality; I want existent things...

I'd open my eyes a bit and see the window full of moonlight, then I'd shut my eyes again, so happy about it all...

Live,
you say,
in the present;
Live only in the present.

But I don't want the present,
I want reality;
I want existent things,
not the time which measures things.

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...: What I was, what I wasn't - that's all me. What I wanted, what I didn't, all of that gets to be me. What I loved, wha...

Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be after all, a sort of accessory or leftover. the foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, it's me here inside of me, it's me...

What I was,
what I wasn't - that's all me.

What I wanted,
what I didn't, all of that gets to be me.

What I loved,
what I stopped loving - it's all become
    the same sad yearning in me.

I'm me,
and what the hell can I do about it !...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....: De beste år av vårt liv; Kilder som står sesongarbeider Oskar "Grosot" fra Krapfoss nær. Opplyser over en flaske dobbeltrense...

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

Poems & News: I'm a Runaway...

Poems & News: I'm a Runaway...: I'm a runaway. When I was born They shut me up Inside myself. Ah. but I ran away. If people get sick Of living in the same o...

Poems & News: Between lips and voice something is dying---someth...

Poems & News: Between lips and voice something is dying---someth...: Curve of the belly, hidden and open like a fruit or a wound. After eaten... Sweet naked knee leaning against my knees. After S......

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth my lie... That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirro...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

Poems & News: Villfugl...

Poems & News: Villfugl...: Skogen tagde i alle år Vesle villfugl sang, sang om sorg og viddens vår. Skogen tagde alle år. Vesle villfugl, syng bakom snø-...

Villfugl...

Skogen tagde i alle år
Vesle villfugl sang,
sang om sorg og viddens vår.
Skogen tagde alle år.

Vesle villfugl, syng
bakom snø-kvitt bar.
ingen svar. - Sus i lyng.
Vesle villfugl, syng !

Ensomhetens sang er din -
stem mot viddens natt
hjertes røde fiolin !
Ensomhetens sang er din.

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...: Come with me. I do not know, but they call to me and they say to me: "We suffer." Come with me. And they say to me: &...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...: El silencio... Oye, hijo mio, el silencio, Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las fr...

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...

Poems & News: In my place there is a mountain. In my place there...: Come with me. I do not know, but they call to me and they say to me: "We suffer." Come with me. And they say to me: &...

In my place there is a mountain. In my place there is a river. Come with me. Night climbs up to the mountain. Hunger goes down to the river. Come with me. who are those who suffer? I do not know, but they are my people. Come with me...

Come with me.

I do not know, but they call to me
and they say to me:
"We suffer."

Come with me.

And they say to me:
"Your people, your luckless people,
between the mountain and the river,
with hunger and grief,
they do not want to struggle alone,
they are waiting for you, friend."

Come with me.

Oh you, the one I love,
little one, red grain
of wheat,
the struggle will be hard,
life will be hard,
life is hard,
but you will come with me.

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da alle ord er små, da lykka er...

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da alle ord er små, da lykka er...: I'd give anything if only my      life were an oxcart's squeaking     down the road, Early one morning and later resuming   ...

Det finnes stunder da alle ord er små, da lykka er et vårsyn, ei solgnist i en dråpe dogg som siger langs et strå.

I'd give anything if only my 
    life were an oxcart's squeaking
    down the road,
Early one morning and later resuming
    to where it started,
Toward nightfall,
    down the same road.

I'd have no need of hopes---
I'd need only wheels...
As I grew old
    I'd have no wrinkles or white hair...
When I'd be of no further use,
    they'd pull off my wheels and I'd lie
    there overturned and broken,
    at the bottom of a pit...

    

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da all ord er grå, da sorga er ...

Poems & News: Det finnes stunder da all ord er grå, da sorga er ...: Cat, you tumble down the street As if it were your bed. I think such luck's a treat. Like feeding without being fed.

Det finnes stunder da all ord er grå, da sorga er et høstsyn; et vissent seveblad fryst fast i isen på ei å...

Cat, you tumble down the street
As if it were your bed.
I think such luck's a treat.
Like feeding without being fed.

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...: Blind Science ploughs the     useless sod. Fool Faith lives the dream     of its observance. A new God is but a word. Search not, n...

One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or go. Error changed. Eternity is different now. What happened was better always...

Blind Science ploughs the
    useless sod.
Fool Faith lives the dream
    of its observance.
A new God is but a word.
Search not, nor believe.
All is hidden.

Poems & News: Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram ...

Poems & News: Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram ...: Born with a sun compass in the heart, coarse you up through the rough and  damp darkness.  A mole-time as painstaking rises against  ...

Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram gjennom fuktig mørke. En muldvarp-gang som møysommelig stiger mot dagen. Og munner ut - pluselig - under en himmel som ikke er av denne verden.

Born with a sun compass in the heart,
coarse you up through the rough and 
damp darkness. 
A mole-time as painstaking rises against 
the day.
And culminates - immediately -
under a sky that is not of this world.

Poems & News: All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, for beau...

Poems & News: All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, for beau...: What I see in you     lives where I dream, Far away from here. If you exist, I only know it     because I just dreamed it. Bea...

All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, for beauty is always more than it is. The beauty I see in you isn't here, next to me...

What I see in you
    lives where I dream,
Far away from here.
If you exist,
I only know it
    because I just dreamed it.

Beauty is a music which
    heard in dreams,
    overflowed into life.
But it's not exactly life;
It's the life that dreamed.

Poems & News: Los ángeles buscaban un cuerpo para el Llanto, com...

Poems & News: Los ángeles buscaban un cuerpo para el Llanto, com...: The angels looked for a body for tears, the smaller sex posed in the light, its hair just barely the pronoun of waves.

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...: Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent i...

Poems & News: The master without disciples had a flawed machine ...

Poems & News: The master without disciples had a flawed machine ...: It served as a barrel organ when there was no one to hear it. When quiet, it tried to look Curious, But no one came near it. My...

The master without disciples had a flawed machine which, despite all its levers, never did anything...

It served as a barrel organ
when there was no one to hear it.
When quiet, it tried to look
Curious,
But no one came near it.

My soul, rather like
That machine, is flawed.
It's complicated and erratic,
And serves no purpose at all.

Poems & News: Between my sleeping and dreaming, between me and t...

Poems & News: Between my sleeping and dreaming, between me and t...: In its meandering journeys, Such as all rivers make, It passed by other, different Shores in far-off places. It arrived at where I ...

Between my sleeping and dreaming, between me and the one in me who I suppose I am, a river flows without end.

In its meandering journeys,
Such as all rivers make,
It passed by other, different
Shores in far-off places.

It arrived at where I now live,
At the house that I'm today.
If I dwell on myself, it passes;
If I wake up, it already went by.

And the one I feel I am, who dies
In what links me to myself,
Sleeps where the river flows...
That river without end.

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

Poems & News: Everything that exists in the world has a history....

Poems & News: Everything that exists in the world has a history....: Every place in the world has somewhere to be Except the pond from where  this croaking is coming. Nothing ---just silence dozing ...

Everything that exists in the world has a history... Except the frogs croaking in the depths of my memory.

Every place in the world
has somewhere to be
Except the pond from where 
this croaking is coming.

Nothing ---just silence
dozing among rushes.
At the end
Of my huge old soul
the frogs croak without me...

Poems & News: The Walk...

Poems & News: The Walk...: You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree By the gated ways, As in earlier days; You were weak and lame, so you never came...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...: Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people...

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...: Shall I finish or break it off, Suffer life till the end, though so rough ? Mostly out of accord with myself By my own Or another's...

Poems & News: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...

Poems & News: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...: Human life begins on the far side of despair. My thought is me; that's why I can't stop. I exist by what I think... And I can&#...

Poems & News: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...

Poems & News: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...: 'Now let's start again, 'said New Man. 'And again' 'Go back to the earth' 'To simple beginnings.' &#...

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.: Det var en gang... Moss som den engang var ! Men deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...: Fremgangsrik er den mann som tjener mer penger enn hans kone klarer å bruke. Fremgangsrik er den kvinne som klarer å finne en slik mann...

Poems & News: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...

Poems & News: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...: The lamps are going out all over Europe; If do not take care of our fellow people even black or withe, even with different believes. We ...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

Poems & News: Madrugada...

Poems & News: Madrugada...: Pero como el amor los saetros estan ciegos. Sobre la noche verde, las saetas dejan rastros de lirio caliente. La quilla de la l...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...: Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent i...

Poems & News: How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying...

Poems & News: How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying...: Without enjoying their enjoyment, Between themselves and others Taking note of their enjoyment. Ah, my Friend,     forego the trap...

Poems & News: How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying...

Poems & News: How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying...: Without enjoying their enjoyment, Between themselves and others Taking note of their enjoyment. Ah, my Friend,     forego the trap...

How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying...

Without enjoying their enjoyment,
Between themselves and others
Taking note of their enjoyment.

Ah, my Friend,
    forego the trappings of enjoyment,
For we have but one enjoyment;
    we cannot give it to others as a prize
    for nothing that we enjoy.
Each of us is only our self,
    and to enjoy with others is to enjoy them,
    not enjoy for them.
Learn what your body,
Your boundary, teach you.

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain... Chortle, laugh, in a laughter o...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain... Chortle, laugh, in a laughter o...: With that atrocious and bloody guffaw--- rattle the jester's bells, convulsing. Jump, puppet; jump, clown, pierced by the storer ...

Acrobat of Pain... Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent irony and pain.

With that atrocious and bloody guffaw---
rattle the jester's bells, convulsing.
Jump, puppet; jump, clown, pierced
by the storer of this slow agony---

You're asked for an encore,
and that's not to be sneered at.
Come on !
Tighten the muscles up,
tighten up in these macabre steel
pirouettes...
And though you fall on the ground,
quivering,
drowned in your hot and seething blood,
laugh !
Heart, saddest of clowns.

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...: Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent i...

Acrobat of Pain...

Chortle, laugh,
in a laughter of storm
like a clown who,
lanky and nervous,
laughs,
in an absurd laughter,
inflated with violent irony
and pain.
Reloading their gun's....

With that atrocious and bloody guffaw---
rattle the guns and bells,
convulsing.
Jump, puppet;
jump, clowns of...
pierced
by the stertor of this slow agony-

You're asked for an encore,
and that's not to be sneered at.
Come on !
Cowards, reload your gun's
and try to hit innocent people's.
Come on !
Tighten the muscles up,
Tighten up in these macabre
cowardly fight you do.

And though you fall on the ground,
quivering,
drowned in your hot and seething blood.
laugh !
Heart,
saddest of clowns...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced... Convent of Peninha Denne verden er blott en ørken, og en pilgrim føler det titt...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...: Fremgangsrik er den mann som tjener mer penger enn hans kone klarer å bruke. Fremgangsrik er den kvinne som klarer å finne en slik mann...

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...: I stripet badedrakt og ør av dødsforakt flyr den med hevet spyd midt i sin egen lyd. Et ondt og giftig stikk det korte øyeblikk av...

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

Poems & News: The Voice of...

Poems & News: The Voice of...: In the night a voice is shining... From inside Outerness I heard it... O Universe, to you I am... Oh the horror of the joy Of such t...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...: El silencio... Oye, hijo mio, el silencio, Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las fr...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: What is not him takes the place of a bullet; the m...

Poems & News: What is not him takes the place of a bullet; the m...: Like a bullet berried in the body, making the sides of a dead man thicker; like a bullet of an even heavier lead in a man's m...

What is not him takes the place of a bullet; the metallic nature of lead, the same compact texture.

Like a bullet
berried in the body,
making the sides
of a dead man thicker;

like a bullet
of an even heavier lead
in a man's muscle,
making him weigh more
on one side;

like a bullet that may have
contained some live mechanism,
a bullet that may have had
an active heart---

like that of a clock
submerge in a body
or a clock that's alive
and rebellious,

a clock that might have
a knife's edge
and all the arrogance
of a blue blade;

like a knife
with no pocket or sheath,
changing itself to a part
of your anatomy;

like an intimate knife
or a knife for internal use,
living in a body
like the skeleton itself

of a man who might have had it,
and always, 
unfortunately,
of a man who might hurt himself
with his own bones...

Poems & News: Critical Age... I am feeling to old... And perhap...

Poems & News: Critical Age... I am feeling to old... And perhap...: Fearsome, awesome - Too late to change ! - You've come for me also, My critical age ! - ? No weakling am I, Yet I don't feel...

Poems & News: Life draws a tree...and death draws another one. L...

Poems & News: Life draws a tree...and death draws another one. L...: A hand that draws nothing wanders among the drawings and at times moves one of them. For example: a bird of life occupies the death...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...: Somewhere there's a man who sweats thought. On his skin are drawn the moist contours of a finer skin, the wake of a navigation w...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...

Poems & News: Somewhere there's a man...: Somewhere there's a man who sweats thought. On his skin are drawn the moist contours of a finer skin, the wake of a navigation w...

Somewhere there's a man...

Somewhere there's a man
who sweats thought.
On his skin are drawn
the moist contours of a finer skin,
the wake of a navigation without
a vessel.

When that man thinks light,
he shines,
when he thinks death,
he becomes polished,
when he remembers somebody,
he acquires their features,
when he falls into himself he
    becomes dark like a well.

In him the colour of night
thoughts is visible,
and it's obvious that no thought
is without its night and day.
And also that there are colours
and thoughts that are not born
of day nor of night
but only when oblivion grows 
a little bigger.

The man is porous,
like an earth with more life in it,
and at times when he dreams,
he looks like a fire;
splashes of a flame that feeds
itself with flame,
writhing s of calcined woods.

In that man love can be seen,
but only by someone who meets
him and loves him.
And also in his flesh one could see
god,
but only one had stopped seeing all
the rest...

Poems & News: Life draws a tree...and death draws another one. L...

Poems & News: Life draws a tree...and death draws another one. L...: A hand that draws nothing wanders among the drawings and at times moves one of them. For example: a bird of life occupies the death...

Life draws a tree...and death draws another one. Life draws a nest and death copies it. Life draws a bird to live in the nest and right away death draws another bird.

A hand that draws nothing
wanders among the drawings
and at times moves one of them.
For example:
a bird of life
occupies the death's nest
on the tree that life drew.

Other times
the hand that draws nothing
blots out one drawing of the series.
For example:
the tree of death
holds the nest of death,
but there's no bird in it.

And other times
the hand that draws nothing
itself changes
into an extra image
in the sharp of a bird,
in the shape of a tree,
in the shape of a nest.
And then, only then,
nothing's missing and nothing's
left over.
For example:
two birds
occupy life's nest
in death's tree.

Or life's tree
hold two nests
with only one bird in them.

Or a single bird
lives in the one nest
on the tree of life
and the tree of death...