When you are nothing but a memory lapse

You looked in the mirror
and what did you see
Nothing, nothing at all
not even poor little you

But what made it blur
why couldn't you be
the person you were
once honest even modest

How did ego and society
force this blandness on you
but as you tried to touch
and destroy the mirror glass

It wasn't there, it never was
you just saw yourself in me
and what I do not like
I just fail to remember


© 2020-07-27

Where we have ended

The boy was born 
again as
a happy child
and straightforward
first loving all
men as if family
and 
animals
and earth
alike

One day 
after facing society
the boy told 
a friend
that he could
never be happy
if not every
family member
would be happy

He said 
that he'd do 
all it would take
to reach that goal
even
if it meant
he had to kill
either his friend 
or himself 
if it would be 
them that blocked
the global happiness

And the friend believed him

Now the boy grew up
and the years went by
while the world grew 
even older
as he died a little
at each transgression
of his family
against their neighbours
he died a little more
at the offenses
of his family
against the animals
and he died again 
at their trespasses
against mother earth
anew he died
and again and
with each death
a bit of his shy love 
for the family vanished
until he had no more

And from afar
his father
watched him die
couldn't stop
his child from
breaking down
the loving father
spoke heartbroken
to himself
they these children
hurt my child 
I will have no more
no pity on them
they're no longer family
I know them not
and with that
our father left us

And this friend understood




© 2020-07-25

My Anarchy Explained

I have no wish

to codify my self

and yet

a child I remain

of both my fathers





© 2020-07-28

The blame game

Lockdown televised
a well-meaning youth pastor 
who was asking
himself and his pupils
is this coronavirus a punishment
of God

But no it isn't

For all this that's happening
the climate change
the corona rampant
the anxiety pandemic
the hunger and starvation
the war of men
against earth and itself

For all this fine pandemonium
you humans cannot blame 
your God

For all this that's happening
dear influencers
dear political leaders

dear titled and filthy rich
dear captains of industry

dear colonels and generals
dear middle class and have-nots

You deplorables can only blame yourselves


© 2020-07-28

.... but said he

that he had learned

in the human resources game

that when you point a finger

at others

at least three fingers point

at yourself

Well, fortunately 

that profound wisdom

never reached me....

 

© 2020-09-25

In the hands of a sadist

Imagine

You're locked
inside your house

Imagine

Your house
is set on fire

Imagine

You cannot get out
You have nowhere to go

And

Then someone
puts out the fire

But

The water used
is piping hot

Imagine

You are living
and cooked alive

Imagine

You're tortured
Slaughtered viciously

Sick? Absolutely!

This is how clams
on a daily basis 
are butchered
just for your
pleasure....

Soul Face (zielgezicht)

Doleful and tired of the run
he looks anew in the mirror glass
and sees the visage that hides 

-his soul face-
one of God's children, descendant of prophets

The mirror glass reflects a front
divergent from the closed face people see
it displays the sacred spirit 

-that is within- 
awaiting the moment to unlock his self

While the light glows softly 
from the inside not for others to see
inviolable it holds the fort 

-the force hidden-
but ever present, silently looking at him

It is precious to have this counter ego
a second him in him
pure yet alien, now he is 

-no longer disordered-
an awareness that he can not or will not hide from

It is comforting and yet
a dreadful source of power
dormant, present and being there 

-for a future-  
self-assured guiding him to that hour

The more it reveals
from where time is not, the more he learns
an instant closer to his redeemer
-a state of mind-

as a permanent present he yearns for



© 1984-12-31

Timeless living

When time has no meaning
At least not the meaning
Mere mortals give time
There are no seconds
No hours, days or eons
There is sequence 
But over the course
Time is irrelevant
And
If you can let go
Of time
You can drop out
Of life

In a timeless frame
Being is frictionless 
There's just existence
And when you'll be
Where I am
Need has none
Outside the hourglass
Sand's superfluous
And
If distancelessness
Equals spacelessness
Would not indefensibility
Match timelessness


© 2020-07-07

Buendía

The primeval forest was cleansed
for centuries by these colonies
of red and black ants

But now from overseas came settlers
to clear large parts of woods
to start a life and a home

It had always been a fine day
a good day for a family
to found a town

And a close family they were
crossing boundaries and
waging war at frontiers

They made and changed history 
the narrative of a continent
through latin lovers eyes

While they fought wars for freedom
of choice and having no limits
not even those of family

Eventually -as for all human in time-
their grand evolution decayed
leaving it to ants to cleanse




Poem inspired by the 1967 novel: One hundred years of solitude - Gabriel Garcia Márquez.

© 2020-07-01

Just like before (net als vroeger)

No moon
nor sun.

No star
nor light.

No first grain
in Canaan.

In honour of the ancient.

So he looks just like before cautious under his bed
the child from then sees the genie out the bottle
and sees the asylum centre that is set on fire.

Peace, peace, peace, peace now or later and for whom
How many genocides to go before he passes away
Cain murdered Abel and sadly that was just the beginning.

© 2020-07-01