big ball of burning gas burning brightly
of yellow, red, orange and a hint of blue
and we hardly can stare at it for too long
but we know it’s there because it shines
down on all those wars and the controversy
and the censorship and the beauty pageants
and the sprinkles on the cop’s doughnuts
and the dieting and the President’s hair plugs
and the violence and the buttermilk biscuits
and the golden copulating and the dreams
of ignition and the bank robberies and the
gravel pits and the woman bent over in the
garden with all that voluptuous swaying in
the air and the vicious nature of the animal
kingdom and the dead poets and the living
ones too and all that ugliness and that evil
and the pine tree sap and all those water
bottles and babies and dogs left in hot cars
and at the city landfill where the best poetry
ever written is scribed on some used cocktail
napkin and reclining between some ***** diaper
and your Grandma’s old ****** bag and
all those flags burning, burning, burning
around the world orbiting, orbiting, orbiting
another new year, another Ramadan
resolution after resolution,
fasting and more fasting and….

no one can escape the sun until
they jump off the edge of forever
but at least I can turn my back
from it and close my eyes to
watch the sun spots floating
in the back of my eyelids
and I wonder why
it just sits there
and has been
waiting for so
long.

Thud
You are at it again
    at my window
Taking your reflection
    for your enemy
On a sunny winter day

Thud
Cardinal at war
Your red crest proud like a crown
Your black peak sharp like a rock

Thud
You perch at the tree for a minute
And then go at it again
Blindness has become your world

Thud
Sa Sa Sa

Painful sounds so familiar
    to those inside the window
       fallen to imaginary wars

Why do all problems have to be solved with a war?
Whatever the reason we’re bleeding for, is it worth fighting for?
Why do we always have to take a side,
just to realize we were blind the moment we truly open our eyes.
If everything is so uncertain, then why do we create this fuss?
We’re oblivious to the truth, living like ignorants in this world.

As everything becomes scarier in this mundane nightmare,
the *** of this world is lining us up for the slaughter.
Being so egoistic, our death may come sooner than expect it.
We can’t look out for the eternal answer if we can’t find it within ourselves.
What we think is permanent is truly transient.
Is it worth fighting for something transient?

The minutes tick away
and I hope for a better day,
yet so filled with pain,
wishing I wouldn’t see a day like this ever again.

It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor,
or from a different skin color,
what matters is what you’re praying for,
‘cause our time here for now is only borrowed.
It all comes down to loving like there’s no tomorrow.
It all comes down to finding out what life’s really all about,
‘cause there’s one love that can save us all tomorrow,
but for now, our time here is only borrowed.

I heard we all are one,
And yes we are!
We come from different places,
Or different worlds, as you think,
Yet feels connected somehow,
We speak in different tongues,
Yet, our hearts are our biggest voice.
We live in the feild of wildflowers,
A home of boundless colors,
With unrevealed stories of uncountable soul.
We beilve in different things,
We walk along our cultures and traditions,
A beauty that can't be denied.

Ufcourse!
There is greed,
And there is jealously,
There is hate,
And there is unfaithfulness,
There is disloyalty,
There is inequality,
There are wars we can't forget.
There are mistakes we don't forgive.

We  stomp on the feelings of others,
We hurt them and we get weak too,
We fear, we fell,
We bleed, we cry,
And we realize and we perceive,
But only in our hearts,
And only in our minds.  
Since we lock the dictionaries of feelings within ourselves,
But what if we just accept?
Accept ourselves as who we are,
Acknowledge the truth,
And throw the hopelessness,
Indeed we are different and belong from special places,
Afterall our hearts beat in unison.

Let us be candles or lamps for others,
Even if it is gloomy and scary.
When there will be love,
When there will be peace,
When there will be unity,
When there will be morality,
Won't we become the kingdom of one?
The one that stays united till the end,
No matter of colors, or tongues,  
of countries, or flags.
Let's be the kingdom of one.

What is the moral
behind cancer that
is not even identifiable,
a crime yet to be startled
by another failure,
when you pray for the
pain to go away,
but then the blood is shed
out of your skin in silence,
I think something inside of me
exploded,
No I didn't feel it,
but the traces don't lie,
I'm dying.

that over millenia
major religions have advocated peace
their adherents have been slaughtering each other    
     supposedly in the name of their assorted gods
more than any other known species

why is it
that in my maturity
(which peopled usually call old age ...)
I‘m getting so *******
with politicians who seem not to see
the obvious solution to a problem
but find elaborate fake excuses
just so they can get re-elected

why is it
that for Europe it‘s so difficult
to find a way for refugees to be accepted
with respect and  dignity

why is it
that the USA apparently forgets it‘s been the country
living off its (il)legal immigrants for centuries
and now simply ignores the words
they put onto their Statue of Liberty

why is it?!??

amidst the terrifying news
that oozes daily from our television
I wonder what our world is like

is there indeed nothing to report
but global warming  war  and refugees
greedy power mongers  and ****** politicians

why does the money I donate
seem not to make a difference
in suffering Africa
end global violence and exploitation
help refugees to find a home

I wish the news were more exhiliarating
and lift our souls
rather then send them
into useless desperation

listening to sweet string music
played by street musicians
on both sides
     of the now peaceful
    Austrian-Hungarian border
in a landscape beautiful
     cultivated  and serene

the knowledge
that over many centuries
in this lovely landscape
the border was serious
and hundreds of thousands
lost their lives
in battles   on minefields
in persecutions

almost brings tears to my eyes
in helpless anger
over humankind‘s inhuman waste
of lives

Everything
you've heard about me
is true.
- Apart from that thing with L3.
We were just friends.
Honest.