Such a stunning piece of work
it has become
and glowing
in the bright sunlight

Only here and there
are some spots that need
mending
still-

an ill feeling of
half-presence befalls me
every time I step
into such a spot-

But only for a second
before I kneel down-
hot and panting-
next to my toolbox and start
filling in the space
and thus connecting-

      This Bridge is not
a simple gateway to get
from one place to
another

But rather
is it in itself
a connection piece

~ ~ ~

Nothing has to take shape
because you want it to
Nothing escapes you
if it likes

Nothing bows not to your
imagination
if it so wishes
Nothing can shake your schedule
upside down

Nothing can take you
by the hand and guide you
to Something you
with your restricted glance
have not anticipated

Nothing
can dance

and become
Everything

~ ~ ~

Patience,
darling,
don't always look at
tomorrow
with
yesterday's lenses-
cleanse
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...

A wooden boat
with coloured, ragged sails
like a patchwork rug eagerly patched
together by two children
floats downstream

From here you see
all the way the boat has come down
has navigated through some
really critical points
and shallow water

Through some serious storms

And you smile benevolently
when you see it bravely rambling on
and sometimes lose direction
or so it seems

On the boat
on its slippery wooden planks
you stand holding on to
the mast and see
something else

There you see
howling waters coming
towards the fragile looking  bow
sharp pieces of
rock and massive bark floating by

You see the horizon and the unknown
behind it
the potential
Niagara Falls

You hear the bashing sound
of the water masses
the roar terrifies you
paralyses-

Apply bird's eye, dear

What is that you hear?

Apply
bird'eye
and float
downstream

❦

Holding
holding
holding the strings together
of the net which is
already ripped
you are so
devastated
clutching
the wet fabric
and yet with almost
99 percent by now-

you see the picture
of torn down stone walls
houses
bridges
bricks and cans and garbage bags
all tied together in a sac
of string
and how a kid
with fatal look and scissors
approaches -

you **** well know the kid will bring you freedom
you
****
well
know-

why hesitation?
why delay?
cause things take time til their decay can be
accepted-

look up
and see the waters rolling in
look up and see
the flood

let the kid
cut
the last remaining string
and roll with it

Earth Calling

Do you not like to dwell
on my soil anymore
do you not know how much
I laboured for the mountains
and the trees to give
some shelter
so you could hide in them
do you not
in a single second stop
and think?

      In a giant
      buzzing place full of high-pitched buildings
      playgrounds with no
      hiding space and barbed wire
      fence
         a density takes place that's of
         another world
         gives rise to loads and loads of
         cloudy thoughts that lead to
         cloudy politics and building
         walls of glue and bricks to block out
         what seems other-

While Mother Nature ravels on
and moans about such silly
helpless creatures
who bread us and then leave into a realm
of materialistic faith that
crumbles
yet if one stops or stumbles
across a shiny apple,
just shrugs or frowns in
disbelief-
he cannot treat it as a sign of
brief and honest earth connection-

      and hurries in a frightened pace
      off to the next brilliant distraction
      while the poor planet grieves-


Earth cries and
sighs in her green nest
and asks the Universe for
just a little rest from those blindfolded
human things-
so it is Universe who
brings relief
to the blue planet and its stars

and while the fox and bat, the Milky Way and Mars
are busy watching
they see a pair of black hands reaching
down toward the Earth
caress her soil and plants and fields
for it is worth it-

     A shooting star flies by
           smiles for he saw
     out of the corner of his eye

     a vision of two pairs of hands-
            one green, one black-

              and keeps on shooting
             across his well known track
                  keeping in mind the image

                
                                                       of fingers interlocked

She hears too many voices
stands in stupor
hand reaching up
and in that pose
is frozen

chosen not to trust
her inner voice
the only one that counts

and so she stands a while-
hand up and clinging
to the tree
eyes fixed upon
the apple-
when

a sudden breeze
brushes her face and makes her
blink
enough to interrupt the flow of
fear and guilt and shame
enough to plant into her ear
the humming sound
of color
enough to make her spirit sink
into her hand and
make
her
grab
the fruit

Pollute her not
it hums
and leave her

retrieve your rightful place
my love
and munch away
your apple.

With your coloured ribbons
you look so nice and
friendly
and when I touch your skin
it makes me wonder
what people ask for

and I step back to get
a good look at you
and wonder
what will I ask for?

And when it comes to me it is
the most peaceful feeling
ever-
that I ask for
nothing
because I know
everything is already
in motion and
coming to me.

Stretch
your backbone,
Love,
You' ll need it

defeated and
in corners lie
your enemies

you look through all
your withered poetry and find a piece
that states:

There lie my gorgeous troubles,
the Loveless and the Judges

Breathe out
and know that
you have laboured well
to get this piece of truth
out on the table

that, stubborn and ferocious as you are,
no label will stick hard enough on you
to soak you back into their games

Time to wake up and say
to those who prefer playing
that playing time is over-
that grey suits will not help
to cover up, disguise, a sleeping mind

That, with a BANG, you'll wake them
and make them shake til
every
single
molecule
has chosen to light up
in color.

There go my gorgeous troubles;
the Loveless and the Judges
~

Have you ever wondered if
in every ****** act men try to climb,
want to climb back
into
the mommy's womb-
but simply do not fit
all the way in?

I owned a lot of things
that are not mine
and did for very long-

Now I ask you
to take it back.

And if the dark disgusts you
maybe take some time
and start by promising
that you will not
push all your ****
to me
again.

Or I will promise
to myself
that I won't take it.