I bet she’s beautiful,
Though I can’t see her, -
Sakura in the moonlight.

Friend, come, rejoice!
I know, you miss her -
Sakura in the daylight.

Reflections I see
When looking in her eyes, -
Everlasting spring.

Old master once said:
“Satori doesn’t draw lines ‘tween seasons”.
So what are you waiting for?

isn't it strange
we exist all at once?
we diverge, we dissolve, we domino

we combust, we consume, we concur
to the point of gross misdemeanors

coming to
we ask
(be it ourselves or total strangers)
the only question
that matters
all for naught? what of it?
we keep falling into old patterns

we patch up, torn inside
on the mend, yet we hide
our true nature
as if there were no future

and we cry, and we sing,
and we laugh, and we dance...

shake it off, be yourself
let it go, bad romance

...

we exist
all at once
for a reason
no doubt

once you find it
gimme a shout

it's summertime
but is the living easy?

the sun still shines
the moon still smiles back

the days are long
and wild and breezy
those silver linings
time has lost its track

it's up to you
to make a choice and live it
it's in your hands
to still the hands of time

your dreams - so warm
and wild and vivid

it's summertime
the fields of gold divine

Take your broken heart
And make it into art.
Take your shattered dreams
And let them glow and gleam.
Take your darkest fears
And turn them into cheers.
Take this road alone
And make the world your own.

14-18 II 2017

the beat
the everlasting
never-ending pulse
the heat
dreaming
no music but house
city lights
teasing, fooling around
shaking through and through
i feel the presence of the sound
although i have no clue
pulsating within me
vibrating around
that's how i like my music
fast and furious
as a hound
tearing the silence apart
melodies go for a twist
owner of a lonely heart
never lost in the mist.

the beat
the everlasting
never-ending pulse
the heat
dreaming
no music but house
city lights
teasing, fooling around
shaking through and through
i feel the presence of the sound
although i have no clue
vibrating within me
and echoing around
that's how i like my music
fast and furious
as a hound
tearing the silence apart
melodies go for a twist
owner of a lonely heart
never lost in the mist.

everything i stand for is alien here
everything i despise is rife
death is glorified at every corner
and trampled upon is life

you're not supposed to speak
but you're required to believe
kindness is called weak
and you're not allowed to grieve

war is peace, they say
ignorance is strength
now i find myself cast away
where lies are being fed at length

i gaze, unblinking, into the abyss
it gazes back, calling my name
i've always felt there's something amiss
with this wicked, cruel game

the game i chose not to play
the game that has no rules
the game you can't expect to win
the game so loved by fools

when the time is right
when your heart is healed
you embrace the light
searing truth to heed

when the moment calls
when your conscience's clear
beauty to behold
you protect what's dear

when the angels sing
when the die is cast
you are everything
make this moment last...

The ‘why’, the ‘what for’ and the ‘where’
Are sisterly questions of life.
Whoever them answering dares
Will for eternity strive.
Summer 2012

Reason is there to explain,
Heart is there to perceive.
Souls are there to entwine,
Eyes are there to believe.

Nature is there to be loved,
Minds are there to be moved.
Sorrows are there to be drowned,
Fools are there to be spoofed.

All that we have is ourselves,
All that we cherish is dreams.
All that we trust is a lie,
All that we know is a myth.

Illusions are there to defy,
Light is there to embrace.
Evil is there to decry,
Karma is there to face.

1.11.2010

The sea is my master.
Its voice I obey.
My heart beats much faster
Whenever I pray.

I pray for salvation.
I pray for all souls.
My sea is damnation.
Beswitched are the roles.

3-02-2013

and just like that
off we went
setting our course
for uncharted waters

full to the brim
with hopes, ideas, memories
free at last
of values, tastes, prejudices
that weren’t even ours, to begin with

a mere word, said en passant,
was the very wind filling our sails
our hearts the wheel
our eyes the rudder

whatever storms we might face,
whatever perils lie in wait,
we shall overcome

for the ship we’re on
is called ‘love’

When I smile at the Sun,
That shining golden medal,
I feel something stir inside,
And blissfully go mental.

Days may pass, I’d still rejoice
At this foolish mem’ry,
Gleaming right through my essence,
Generously merry…

When I twinkle at the Moon,
That pale silver pendant,
I’m beside myself: the boon,
Gracefully resplendent.

Dusks will go and dawns will come,
Timeless, formless spirit
Will tell me that we are one:
Wholeness and no limit…

When I humbly hug the Sea,
That precious sapphire platter,
There is nothing I can’t see:
All flows back, de-scattered…

Waves may crash and birds may sing,
Thunderous in their beauty,
Lastly, will I find my peace
In this senseless duty.


Movember - Beardcember '16

i'm thirty six now
thrice a rat
and i must say
it ain't that bad

you'd think i'd shed a tear
or two
but after all
the sky's still blue
the sun still shines
the rain still falls
my fam would even take my calls

i'm frens with cats
i'm frens with dogs
some people too
a couple hogs

i walk and saunter
skip and hop
taking my time
around the block

i'm looking back
and all i see:
those things i did
were meant to be

i'm looking forth
and realise:
you can't prepare
for each surprise
that life may throw
at you or yours
you can't predict
as to which doors
will blow wide open
unexpected
and which will ever
be protected

no key, no lock
how to get past?
to secrets guarded
fierce and fast...

another thirty six to live?
so full of joy, and toil, and grief...
or, one day, have just what it takes
to boldly go and up the stakes?..

mid-summer autumn
rat three times
feels good as hell!
unshod and blithe...

How beautiful you are, the Isle of Tobago!
Under the burning sun you live.
The spot of yours is groovy,
The harbours are for centuries to stay
Here from I’ll never go away.
10.3.2001

for every thing, there is a time
for every song, there is a fitting moment
for every angel, a wee devil lurks
for every spring, its autumn

for every taste, there is a canvas blank
for every brush, there is a stroke unfinished
for every soul, there is a soul to spark
for every universe, a mind undiminished

for every beating heart, there is a dream to dream
for every happy day, there is a week of sorrow
for every wicked game, there is a sumptuous scene
for every yester-day, a million of to-morrows

for every tear you cry, there is a genuine smile
for every doubt you shed, there is a triumph to follow
for every faux pas, there's a saving grace
for every second gone, a million of to-morrows

today i fina try again
and it don't mean you ain't my friend
i'm moving on, i'm moving past
the things i thought would always last

to say i'm scared is to understate
do have this feeling that i'm tempting fate
but bold i go and deep i dive
to find my soul... it's still alive

i spread my wings and off i fly
i fina live before i die
embrace my spirit, up my game
rekindle my forsaken flame

today i fina start anew
unlearn again all that i knew
i dare to dream, i dare to do
try and keep up - i dare you

Tomorrow
I'm going to try again
Tomorrow
I will thrive
Even if today
It feels like
I'm the world's most broken,
Miserable man
I shall once more feel alive

Tomorrow
I will take the road
I have never taken before
And paint the world gold
And be afraid no more

Tomorrow
My dreams will come true
Tomorrow
I will rise and shine
Tomorrow
There will be no you
And the world will be mine

You’re sparky and spiky but timid.
You’re reddish and brown but not black.
I should have read more stuff about it -
The chances are: I’m not coming back.

Well, both of us are a bit scared.
I promise: I’m not here to hurt you,
Quite stupid to get one’s feet bare
But you must behave, brother urchin!

We all want to dive into silence,
While also enjoying the sun.
But if you go on like this - nuisance,
I’m bringing along my gun.

3.6.2012

To sail the Seven Seas
And still remain benighted
Is something that concerns me quite.
I'd rather be a vagabond
Delighted
To have in my possession gleeful light
Than drink from bowls of gold
And eat off plates of china...
I'd rather not have heart of cold,
I'd wander bare as Godiva.

The rich, those lucky fools, I pity.
They know not what is right and what is wrong.
Their minds, by gluttony made gritty,
Will never to the side of good belong.

My choice is simple: to fight evil.
My fate is clear: to carry light,
To peaceful harbours fancy ships to steer,
To sleepy babies sweetly say good night.

Toxicity of feelings
Is real hard to describe.
I've got you under my skin,
My blood has your name inscribed.

I'm lost and forgotten
Without you.
I'm ****** and bewildered
With you.

There isn't a thing
To be done about it -
Our life is original sin.

26-01-2013

I dream of you
Each time I close my eyes.
The image burnt,
My retina street-wise.
I think of you
With every breath I take.
My mind enthralled,
My life, forlorn, at stake.
I miss you lots
With every passing day:
Then found, now lost...
I don't believe and yet I pray!
To life, to love, to dreams,
To friends who don't just disappear,
To hope, to joy, to you...
So far - and yet so near.

Salty water
Trippin’ on the table
My condition
Unstable
Relieved
From the stress
I think
Of the past
There’s nothing
Wrong I’ve done
She’s the sun.

13.08.2012

Un livre à lire.
Des gens rencontrés.
Une femme à aimer.
La vie plus belle qu'la notre…

Une mort à tromper.
Un chemin à courir.
Un amour à livrer…
Tous les sens à traduire.

Toutes les lettres à brouiller.
Tous les anges à connaître.
Toutes les âmes à sauver.
Et après – disparaître…

21-10-2010

tu me manqueras

chaque fois que je respire la fraîcheur du matin
chaque jour où nous ne sommes pas ensemble
chaque nuit où je m'endors

chaque goutte dans l'océan se sentira vide sans toi à mon côté
chaque fois que j'entends un oiseau chanter, mon cœur sautera un battement
chaque sensation d'une belle journée d'été me semblera faible et banale

me manqueront les sourires et les blagues
les larmes et les sous-entendus

toutefois, je t'aurai toujours ici
près de moi
car tu es à tout jamais dans mon cœur

The air’s soughing soulfully –
Something I’ve never heard before!
Red-dressed señora melts away
Although I wanna see her dancing more and more.
¡Adiós! To me she didn’t say
And everything became so pale:
No Red, no Blue, no White...
I pray she’ll come again and burn the Spanish night!

MMI

qu'est-ce qu'une branche ?
ce n'est qu'un membre d'un membre
une ligne dans le sable
une réminiscence, un scintillement
de ce qui fut
et de ce qui aurait pu être
des temps passés
et d'avenirs n'ont jamais eu
des oiseaux qui chantent
et des feuilles qui tombent
des fleurs parfumées
et des baies couleur de vin

c'est quelque chose
qui n'est ni vivant ni mort
tout comme moi

parfois, pourtant
une branche n'est qu'une branche

Who loves not scotch, Wales and song,
Will be a fool his whole life long.
XV XII MMI

I'm but a humble scribbler,
Who cures what's dark with light.
My body can't be feebler.
My voice - my spirit's might.

Not getting much attention,
I hardly know acclaim.
Too wise for desperation…
My deeds - my future fame.

30-03-13

When you unweave a rainbow
It won't become less wonderful

You'll still admire it
Worship it - in a sense -
Stunned by its perennial beauty

When you unravel the sunset
You won't sink into despair
Feeling being lied to or worse -
Being lost for good

'Coz you'll find the light within
You'll have the strength to do what's right

When you unweave a rainbow
You'll share in its undying light

The world was bare,
Nothing happened,
And naught evolved,
Things were so stiff.

There was no light.
No darkness, either.
Forms were all shapeless.
Time stood still.

Then, all at once,
The matter sparkled,
Ideas thrived,
High spirits soared.

Built were the bodies,
Art was artful,
Design exquisite,
Visions bold.

As of today...
What have we gotten?
Where are the wit,
The bloom, the charm?

Haven’t we all
But long forgotten
To say our farewells to arms?

We cannot know
What’s drawing near.
We cannot see
Too far ahead.

But shall we swear –
So loud and clear –
To cherish love,
Both born and bred?

Wanna cry out loud
But my voice dies unborn
Wanna take off and fly
But it feels like I’m gravity itself
Wanna reach out and touch you
But my limbs are stiff
Wanna see the moon and the stars
But my hatred blinds me
Wanna hear the laughter and the songs
But I’m deaf with my own rage
Wanna live and let live
But death is all I feel
Wanna stand up and fight
But I know there is nothing to gain
Wanna die in peace
But what is dead may never die

We all fight our demons… At times, they prevail.
And once we give in, we are fatefully jailed –
By hatred and envy, by lust and ill will,
By malice and greed… Can we bear such a levy?

What happens to us should we rid ourselves
Of the duties, the vows, the commitments we’ve taken?
How long will it take for us to succumb
To the pleasures of flesh and be ever forsaken?
How long till we cry out for help, our tongues
Tied firmly in place by our own repletion?
How long till we see the daylight and admit
There is no going back to relieve our division.

Yet we dream and we hope, and some pray for redemption.
We fight back… And the demons return to the void.
And no fairies exist – not in our dimension.
Yet the demons are real. Hardly can we avoid
The temptations of power, the concoctions of plenty,
And the fight carries on to this day, far and wide.
Every crevice and nook, every palace and shanty
Hold the ones craving nothing but to bask in the light.

19 II 2017

we came from space
to space we shall return
to join the void
and the stars that burn

our endless lust
for wand'ring the unknown
our utmost joy
when (safe and sound) we're home

our sense of wonder
taking baby steps
our first endeavours
in this world and the next

from space we came
to space shall we return
to cross the void
and watch new stars get born

We happy few,
Who breathe and walk.
(The joy of sunlight, snow or rain!)
Who can – just casually –
Write and read AND talk.
And have a functioning, undamaged brain.
We eat, unaided, *** as planned.
We’re even free to start a band!

And yet we sulk, and whine and whimper…
(That’s what I call “to drop a clinker”!)
We’re never sated, always vexed –
Some people cannot even text!

We have the gadgets, have the shelter…
If you so want: ride helter-skelter!
We cross the oceans, study stars.
We’ll soon be up to go to Mars!

... We spoiled brats, we grouchy goons.
How many more last chance saloons
It’s gotta take to make us see
How blessed and fortunate are we?..

Life’s what you make it,
A point of view.

Yours blissfully,
We happy few.

we talk about the pain
and what we stand to gain
and all things in between:
the sweet caress, the joy, the spleen

in circles - round and round
no move feels like it's sound
we swell, then we dry up
we fight, but then give up

we talk about the pain
and what we stand to lose
it's but a flipping shame
the life we gladly choose

We will die to live on
In the sea of Memoria
That we shall sail unbeknownst
To the lands of New Gloria

There, strong winds and high waves
Upon our death we embrace
There, we are ripples in space
Frail and flimsy as lace.

When winter came and snows took over,
I danced among the falling flakes.
I ambled freely like a rover,
Forgetful of the world at stake.

The days were short – I did not care.
The elegance of fiery ice…
With coloured thoughts enough to spare,
I painted wintry paradise.

The nights were long, the blessings counted…
The warmth of summer still with me.
I never took my love for granted,
It always felt like spring to me...

With blizzards gone and skies a-clearing,
I smiled broadly at the sun.
It smiled back – kind and endearing…
Twelve months and I were all but one.

My world is a-spinning,
I chase wild deer -
For pleasure, not trophies -
My conscience is clear.

I chase ‘em through forests,
Through grasslands and doles.
I find giant craters
And tiniest holes.

My eyes are wide open,
I hail all life,
Asleep all these years...
But now I’m alive!

I’m ready to ponder
The sense of it all.
My mind doesn’t wander -
This time, it’s my call.

I challenge old habits -
Deep-rooted they be -
My deer chasing rabbits
While rabbits chase me.

I’m easily happy,
My cry is of bliss,
My tongue fires wisdom,
My shots never miss.

I eagerly travel
Through darkness and light -
All myst’ries unravelled,
My troth here I plight:

To battle for freedom,
To fight for the poor,
To champion peace,
To ignore all the lures.

I never will falter -
My mind is my guard,
My faith is my altar,
My love is my God.

My world is a-spinning,
I’m dreaming all day.
My vision a-clearing -
Ill thoughts fade away.

And what of the wild deer? -
You might want to ask.
Gone home to the Highlands,
They’ve finished their task.

Getting the words right is never easy. Not in the slightest. And don't think that this only pertains to lay people - politicians, artists, journos, writers, you name it, find it hard most of the time. Even if it seems they're getting theirs right, talking the talk, spinning a story, telling tales, saying things - well, they're just bullshitting. You and themselves. For not a single person in the world at any given moment knows exactly what they are about to say, what should be said - or rather, left out, which is more important. Once you've opened your mouth and let the words slip, they're gone, living a life of their own. Out there to haunt you.

i breathe in
i breathe out
crossing fingers
black out

down my drink
tryina think
i don't blink
why do you?

got somena hide?
take it in your stride!

ride wit me
vibe wit me
be dope wit me
got hope wit me

rubbin shoulders
breaking boulders
we giants
ain't said we compliant

hate the game
not the player
ain't no shame
say a prayer

for yoself
and for us

what's the fuss?

we be  levitatin
xmas yet?
we celebratin

you
your past
and letting go

frozen heart
and drifting snow

warmth within you
dark without

sunshine
nurture
vernal sprout

summer
wine
and ocean blue

letting go
you come to YOU

Hunkering down in that small world of yours,
Knowing not what purpose it serves,
Not being able to tell your left from your right,
You still choose to stand up and fight.
I salute you, I do, my brave soul!
Take it, own it, reestablish control.
It’s your life, your dreams - yours to live.
It’s your love, your light - yours to give.
Your sorrow, your tears to shed.
Your own fate, your own path to tread.