Nietzsche finally a blessing
But a catastrophe at first
I remember Melanie Fritz
And I remember the Dublin nurse

I said her accent was musical
She said only when we're drunk
I Ain't Gonna Work on Maggie's Farm No!
Maggie was a punk

I would like to visit Heidelberg
At times I live Without a Why
Abgeschedenheit at night
Thanksgiving pecan pie

            Ay! Ay! Ay!

Orphan Ontology (an obituary for father time & mother earth)


swap the snapping turtles for shadow puppets
it's Plato's cave all the way down

shimmering hexagonal revelations
stream through my Dimethyltryptamine daydream

out of my eyes unfurled the room
& then the world was birthed from my womb

faint as a whisper, yet haunting
a spectre lingers in the ether
heavy charcoal clouds hanging over me

under orange smoke, I pray
in dusty days of this drought-stricken
Eleusinian mystery  
where the flowers which you painted in the spring
have turned a pale shade of grey disarray

a black hole sun hovers where the superlunary
ought to be
& i find myself lost with insomnia
seeking aletheia on a polar night
stumbling around the thorny maze of my own creation
in the tattered pair of shoes
painted by Vincent van Gogh

in that little ice age
Nietzsche's demon spoke the cursed words
spelling out my Sisyphean eternal recurrence
to carry an acacia cyclops cross
sprawled across the breadth of my back
crafted by my clumsy hands
splintered & ****** as they deserve to be  
for letting you slip through
when my skies were still blue

You said you were enthralled by the fire in my eyes when I spoke of my distrust of the government and their lies

You smiled that infectious smile of wonderment when I would randomly quote Kafka and Nietzsche, your eyes gave away your admiration whenever you’d watch me speak

You were the first to acknowledge how my mind outshone my beauty, you spoke incessantly about how you’d never met anyone quite like me

And then you left.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Turin
The Italians call him The Saint
T-shirt in the Irish bar
A saint is what I ain't

We speak beside the pool
She is blonde and Polish
Her husband plays soccer
Charlotte quietly

The Europeans are more civilized
But at risk from Mother Russia
I'd like to take 12 trains
2033

Don't listen to Bach
Never play Chopin
ACDC a rockin' band
In Dublin meant to be?

         Vive Amelie!

Thales, Aristotle, Plato
Hume, Nietzsche, Rousseau
Da Vinci, Pasteur, Newton
Einstein, Curie, Edison,

Mother Teresa or Yousafzai
Dante, Shakespeare and Rumi
Gandhi, Mandela, Jefferson
Ataturk, Churchill, Washington

Orwell, Freud, Aquinas
Hugo, Dostoyevsky and Marx
Lincoln, Martin Luther King
Galilei, Copernicus and Darwin,

And thousands of more names
Names with the righteous aims
Contributed the most to humanity
Suffering a great deal with dignity

If a poor-fellow, on the other hand
An honest believer, I understand
A Buddhist, Jew, Muslim or Christian
Or member of any other religion

Really thinks going to the same heaven
With the above ladies and gentlemen
By just breathing day in and day out
And thinking it’s enough to be devout

He either got the wrong impression
Or have a problem with discretion
Or else he must be thinking that
Judgment of God is fairly bad

I think there is a way out of this
Find what your true mission is
I know it’s neither money nor chair
A hint: Help, teach, devote and share

Complete it with sincerity
Caress your soul with integrity
Afterwards, even if there is no God
Trust me, you’ll still be on the safe side

They might at least put your name on
A suchlike poem written by someone
Otherwise you’re just a passerby
Producing nitrogen for both soil and sky

Truth can't be sealed
like a sardine-can
nor concealed
by any device of man

to no force would it yield
not even Nietzsche's Superman
no authority could keep it afield
it is its own master---it would never relent.

As the wind blows

I knew of a man who could see the wind
As it came in from the sea, a mass of air
Bluer than the sky and he also knew when
it ended getting paler and blowing like
a zephyr inland.
There is always a wind blowing
somewhere on the planet this to circulate
the air we breathe to make it light and clean
and free of pollution and methane gas
of cows in Holland.
Sail ships needed the wind to trade
Overseas and to explore new continents
Now we have windmills that circulate air
But otherwise are an eyesore, a blot
On the landscape.
If you are in doubt ask Nietzsche.

Here, atop a rocky crag,
walking stick in hand,
I survey the swirling
mountains of fog,
a vast gray-white panoply
of vanishing peaks,
blanketed in clouds
doomed to dissipate
in the returning sun.

But no heat ever comes,
leaving me wrapped
in my moody solitude,
eyeing the outcroppings
of ragged stone, reveling
at summiting the top of Europe,
scaling the sluggish
slopes of transcendence.

This is what Nietzsche
hailed as self-overcoming,
rising to the grand height
of perfect power and control:
my will alone uber alles.
Aswirl, I order the horizon
to fulfill my desire, to shift
into view all that is missing
from my finite vista -- the glory
of nature -- only to have it
swallowed up instantly
in the menacing shadows
and mists of immovable stone.

I take nothing seriously (as an old man) these days
myself--the least-have had too much of my own nonsense- hark!
nothing is certain, only the lacuna perennial--everything is in a flux
life, happenings and people add to one big question mark--

yet, I'm enamoured of this 'things are not
what they are or seem'--- the door to exploring is before me
that exultant feeling of being free in action and mind
the 'open sesame' to a brand-new mental territory--

in a pensive mood---in unguarded moments
I don't quite know what's the ideal thing to be
forget Einstein,  Shakespeare, Socrates, Wittgenstein
Newton, Goethe, Tolstoy, Sartre, Kant, Nietzsche, Keats, Shelley

they do me no good and my doubts they don't assuage
it's the searing existential 'the world and me'-
despite  the mocking mirage, , the clouded bleakness
the sneer that life exudes, I don't despair as I am free!

The righteous empire of America
Is wrong and bound to fall
I hang out at the bookstore
Watch some basketball

Friedrich Nietzsche today
And a little Johnny Cash
Spring and summer rolls
The beauty of her ***

America is ignorance
But also Susan Meek
Also Alex Nava
Also hide and seek

I take the long term view
I wait and walk and wonder
In the cemetery
I hear the rolling thunder

                 Martin

The end
shall be the same
as the beginning
still the doubting
and questioning
the why in every shape
and size---still the gnawing
to such we are born
how punishing
is that which is meted
to every human being-

who is that person
without remorse
regret or complaint?
to stand on top of the mountain
and declare like Nietzsche's Superman:
' I am larger than every man!'

the self has not expanded
but shrunk over the ordeal of time
the anger and battle* still rages
and so many do cry for revenge

a voice from somewhere
mysteriously does descend:
which of you desire
to be born again?

I have a picture of a postcard that I posted years ago from a holiday destination just to show that I had been there, but it never got to the intended, no! it ended up in undelivered items.

That's when life ******, it really let me down, the postcard and the postage cost me nearly half a crown.

We exist as if we're behind bars
some read Nietzsche
some burn bra's
some get ****** and drive
fast cars
but we end up in the same cell
and lights out is the living hell,

and the picture of the postcard that
I posted years ago
is carried with me daily
but
it's really just for show,