The mirror of frozen dreams.

Die
He said as he looked
with a frozen mask
in the mirror of dreams

Dye
you poet
of sparkling
ice coloured words

Paint
your poems
in a cold spring
of joy

Depict
the feelings of
unnatural loveliness
that glitter in neon light

Specify
every detail of
your unlit love 
for life and passion
for her the non-existent

Remember
the days yet to come
for the pent-up life
you now live
is a slow
and ongoing suicide

Death
he says as he looks
in the mirror of mirrors
and sees the tension rise
in the face that reveals nothing
not even the smallest expression

Colour
these words
the way you want them to be
in a state of perversion

Shatter
the frozen mirror
in this sparkling
hallucinatory dream

and then just this

End it all ends 

but it could differ

open up finally

pick up that phone

©

NB.

Originallly (written in the early 1980's by a disturbed law student):

pent-up = quiet

ongoing = sexual

perversion = deprivation

and 

the last 5 lines were added before publishing on AllPoetry.com on 2022-10-29

Silent silence, still she died

When you are no longer here

The silence will be overwhelming
My voice will fall silent
And stillness will be all that I will

When you are no longer here

Even my muteness will hurt
My eyes will rain noiseless tears 
And I will dream a life in my delusions

When you are no longer here

Sound is deadlier then a quiet refrain
Where life's merely bitter, no longer sweet
Desolate energy, why then yet courage

When you are no longer here 



© 2016-06-26

                                                          

Black, a dark poem.

    Black
as black
as a night

as a licorice

as your soul

as dried blood

as scorched earth

as a collar of a shirt
as the edges of  nails
as the sole of a booth
    that walks over you
as the inside of a bomb

as the flag of the us of a
as the beard of a woman
as hunger in North-Korea

    and Yemen and Tigray or

as murder for an empty creed

as coalminers pneumoconiocis

as the edge of a mourning card
as children's play on the Westbank

as an orthodoxe woman denied divorce
as every female genital mutilation    

     and any other kind of rape  

as the flam of any politician

as a tire that is snapped
as the devil in his hell
as an all white school

as a midnight mango

as blackboard black
as murder in Oslo

as a TV that’s off

as black as
     Black

Of War And Peace In Our Time.

The war that ends all wars
What a rotten lie

Peace alone can end all wars

But at what price
What is peace when slaves voluntarily
Follow the sly savage beast
Fascism is a popular movement, embrace it
And you have your ‘peace’ forever

Not the shark, but the fearful man

Is the most dangerous killer
But remember that only when you no longer consume
What they feed you daily
The peace within you becomes reality
Yet then you will truly look death in the eye
Because you only have value
When you grant these merchants their fee

So choose the offing outside facebook/linkedin
As a rambling computer-illiterate fighting for freedom
You can do without their ‘sea of love’ or followers on twitter

What-aboutism

There are people that make the difference

But you are not one of those.


If there are gourmets that avert life

Then you must be one of them.


I love people that make up their own mind

But you definitely do not.


I refuse to just blindly bow to the opinion of any one 

No need for this since you are doing that plenty.

Fortunately I have trouble saying not a thing

If I have to use words for that.


You on the other hand have trouble saying nothing

When silence is mandatory.

In A Dutch Forest (Hessenheem-Markelo).

Walking through the forest
I see from the corner of my eye
Half a man
When I look up
He cannot be seen

All of a sudden in front of me in the scrub
A rapid dark phantom
¿What?
A shepherd or a wolf
When I look up he is not

Blond just for a moment
He was there
A golden hound
Next to the path
Where I walk

I call my companion
He does not notice
The shapes of the yonder
Sees my four-footed friend not
And when I look again me neither

Fairytale forest or tumor
What does Radium
In the head
Of a seven year old boy
With irradiated pins up his nose

Fall in southern Danubia

On the couch
Dog at my side
Outside frost on the trees
Fog is in the air

Grey for weeks on end

Only just a few days some sun
Danubia in the fall
Wish it were winter already

In the garden burned wood
As low stinking clouds
From the neighbours who clean up
Farmlife almost everywhere the same

During the winter I expect sun

And frost and now and again some snow
Thus was promised by the local residents
Soon it is Christmas with a mountain view

My dog stretches in contentment
Inside it now is propane gas warm
And yet firewood feels better
Warmer and more natural

Out of sight

Outside my circle
Is a world unseen
By self-imposed blindness
Rises the stench
Of neglected cholera

Out of my circle

Is willingly and knowingly
The free world being raped
Squanders queen Bilderberg
An integer Clause

Beyond my circle
Dreams Latin Max hail
To the grandfather of her blonde
Cries the Republic
For freedom of a free and not so global market

Outward my circle
Are the greatest revolutionaries
‘Heroes’ which only work on personal happiness
Work such ‘honest entrepreneurs’ at their own succes
Contribute through their own egotism to foreign prosperity

Outside my circle
Globalise numerous committees
Towards yours and mine extinction
Chatter these political men and women
The remaining hours full until there is none.

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