"schwarz" poems
why my poetry is as if a heilig schrein?
teutonisch schwarz auf weiß -
kreuz imitieren zunge -
Preußen war etabliert pre Weimar:
verloren ein Verstand mit Jagiełło;
die punkt auf sein?! nichts zu hinz,
unless electorate Hector
and that Trojan vigil to mind,
with aviation of Ottomans deciphering
the gallop and sneeze of the Arab breed -
more racehorse and less dummy of carpenters'
excess.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
smudges on the glass
were wiped away each night
by a mute custodian
who found a biography
in each set of prints he made disappear
with clean cloth and vinegar
he could tell which ones
were made by children, dragged there
with promise of ice cream, later
oh, the young lovers' prints
were unmistakable--eager tracks being led to more
and more promising carats
and the thin marks left by the frail
made him wonder, if this would be their last
precious purchase: a reckoning; a remorse
the cases held diamonds, rubies,
by the score, but the silent sentinel
saw only the surface
that was his world,
one of transparency, and fickle
reflections
he reluctantly erased these fingered tales
the marks life left anon and anon, for he knew
it was his duty to wipe the slate clean
to allow resurrection,
renewed vision of a bejeweled
world, just below his sight
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
ich habe eine grosse schlange
es ist im meine haus
es ist eine erbstuck von meine familie
ich war geben mich bei meine vater
es ist schwarz,schon und muskel
es ist eine verzierung von die haus
es immer herumlaufen die haus
es wegbleiben die ratte raum die haus
bei so geht meine buchs and klotesich sie klied sicher
danken meine schlange fur gehten diese leute
ich du lieben sehr viel
konnen Gott du segnen mit leben viel
vergnugen!
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
/ donald trump is here?!
on these splendid, splendid isles?!
really?
where was the past week?
good thing that i bought
that johnnie walker red label
especially for the occassion -
without actually knowing it was
to take place...
i guess you might call
watching protests on t.v.
a bit like:
going to an illegal rave
party in an abandoned
industrial building
somewhere in
dagenham, or shoreditch,
or 'ackney...
britain is not getting what it already
wants -
i can understand blatant
flattery, and airs, monsieur,
monsieur bleu, rouge et blanc...
the one time that britain looks...
bedazzled?!
frizzy haired...
the sort of comic sketch
of a **** scene where the man wakes
up having sobbed himself
to sleep, in a disney cartoonish
way expressing frightened awe
and the words:
[what] the **** just happened?
'ave a tongue for a **** mate.
- honest to god though:
where have i been for the past week?!
i've paid attention to the football -
croissants, or, chequers?!
hmm...
oi! two face, what's
your gamblers' pundit?
- let the slavic sub-plot
'ave it,
if goran (ivanišević)
could do it, this ******* litter can do it,
given they reached the semi-finals
in 1998...
and believe me:
some people...
*are really jealous of the chessboard
representation on fabric, shh...*
or at least that's what i whispered
into the ear of lucifer,
hermitage's secondary
(only to achilles)
schwarz, mouse-catcher;
and if i'm wrong -
then i'm wrong:
but since i don't actually gamble using
money...
i tap into the emotional
excitment of gambling -
within the confines of expectation
of being right...
somehow, gambling,
but where what i bet with is... zeit...
and grooving to boris brejcha,
tantra of a DJ set...
**** me via my ears
and call me Sally...
nod nod nod...
(ten minutes later):
nod nod nod...
(15 minutes later):
nod nod nod (with an added
drumkit imitation of the whole
body starting to form a scary shadow
of a man sitting down
before a blank pixel screen
seeing letters and words appear
like a god might
see stars, and constellations appear
in the dark, dark: voooooooooo
'oid)
which is no proof that i made
a hiccup. /
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
fine fine, have it, have your niqab,
but for god's sake:
can it at least be white during the summer
months in europe?
and i have about half a bottle
of whiskey left from two nights ago:
question is...
do i have ginger ale?
i have to celebrate, my ******** concept
of stick 4 x 5 = 20
sheets of white paper onto my window,
strapping a fan with a bag
of ice cubes...
to ease this:
godforsaken heat!
running into the garden in
nothing but my underwear
and finding the most grassy,
soft and moist pouch of earth at
6:30 in the morning worked out for
about a day...
**** me muhammad! ali!
and ibn ezra or whatever ahmed
was doing last tuesday!
she can wear the face veil!
i agree! i like she can have more fantasies
in public than a woman wearing
a mini and a bra on a beach...
i agree!
but please! please!
the physics! the physics!
schwarz is an absorber of light
(subsequently heat) -
weiß as a reflector of light
(subsequently heat)...
SHE CAN WEAR HER INVERTED
VOYEURISM FETISH...
SHE CAN HAVE HER SIMULATION
OF INCOGNITO SO CHAMPIONED
WITH INTERNET USAGE IN
THE COMMENT SECTIONS...
SHE CAN HAVE IT!
BUT SHE AT LEAST HAVE A WHITE
VERSION OF HER ATTIRE IN THE SUMMER
MONTHS?!
HIJAB NIQAB... WHATEVER:
JUST ALL IN WHITE...
I'M SWEATING LIKE A WILD
PIG AND I'M THINKING:
YOU ARE GOING OUT IN THAT...
SERIOUSLY? IN THAT?
I DON'T MIND THAT: BUT IN THAT?
you won, you can have your
shop with a diamond analogy that made
no sense about selling diamonds
but keeping the biggest emerald known
to man hidden...
like... some...
heard it from a pakistani at school -
you have a shop selling diamonds...
but you hide your most precious diamond
like some ******* fritzl...
i get it, khadira had a voyeurism
fetish, she liked watching muhammad
**** off before she rushed in
and rode the arabian steed to the logical
conclusion that any businesswoman might...
but can we do away with this ********
that white is taboo in islam?
notably within the confines of women's attire?
it's T'AH AH ******* BOO!
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
I don't know
Whether sky plays earth!
Water running in circles
As if it's inhaled
Or ****** by earthy lips
And so clouds also
move along as ribs
In a breathing chest
You pass your legs into water
"how it is cold and fresh!"
and Sun, is hotter than blood
Feeding the sandy flesh
Your eyes're green at night
sunny in the afternoon
And honey in the early morning
My own are really dark!
I cannot clearly see
where poems are born
They say that neurons
Sink in a salty water
-sodium and chloride-
Just like the sea
I look at those blackish
Brainy rocky islands
And think :
Only sweet water
Could dig its own way
Through this earth's wound
gathering lonely colors :
"Schwarz, Grün , und Gelb"
On either banks of the Nile
passing by the cataract.
1st August 2017,
Aswan - Luxor
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
A well known toy store in New York City called FAO Schwarz closed its doors
There were many figurines and various toys for a child’s galore
FAO SCHWARZ was a store visitor’s from around the world that would explore
At any given day when you were walking pass FAO SCHWARZ, one just couldn’t ignore
Even the GM Plaza and Central Park knew the toy store best
But truly only FAO SCHWARZ could confess
A toy store being history in the books
A remembrance only a child will want to look
Wednesday was a sad da7
But thanks FAO SCHWARZ in being a New York City stay
We as New Yorkers are used to disappointments
Living in New York City teaches us how to cope
Every day breath is continued hope
FAO SCHWARZ, a name that will be held close to many hearts
As a specialty store, you made your mark
FAO SCHWARZ, you captured everyone’s heart
From the little one who gave a bear a hug and to the adult drinking water from a FAO SCHWARZ mug
The Christmas bells have stopped
The Central Park carriages can no longer step up
FAO SCHWARZ your doors have finally shut
Your advice to us in don’t cry
You might come back with another try
I will always cherish my 18 wheeler FAO SCHWARZ truck
My little bear in a FAO SCHWARZ bag being well tucked
Your F in being fun, A in appreciation, O having many options
S being Satisfaction, C in Continuous, H in Hello, W in Well, A in Acceleration, R in Remembrance and Z in Zebra figurines in multitudes
You were more than a story toy as you made it for us to soar
Your winning sales were your score
You didn’t say Good-bye as you stated you didn’t want us to cry
Moments for the minute
A name that will be cherished
FAO SCHWARZ and me, and that previous location of toys, I will never ever see.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Ich gehe vorbei
durch dich
tüchtig
süchtig
und kalt ist mein Schweiß
und grauweiß
das heißt
ein Geist
tobt um mich herum
warum
weil du mich verlässt
zurecht
Und da schreit mein Blut
im Flut
in meinen Ohren
nicht wie neu geboren
und schwarz wird die Gegend
ohne Gottes Segen
weswegen
verlasse ich mich selbst
zunächst.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
*no single man was found to be delusional, having realised the sleeping public, being, just a tad bit: un-delusional; harder still to find a "madness" in a single man, when sanity was even harder to find among the general populace; this is beyond the observation of satisfying norms; there's the rationality of a "madman" and the predator tiger, but there's always the insanity of the herd and subsequent stampede; if there was no asylum notion, believe me, madmen do not congregate... only the sleepwalking masses do; always do.*
you can only understand nietzsche by reading
heidegger,
but at the same time you have to understand
heidegger's concept of pluralism -
in that you also have to take into
account an individualism borrowed from
nietzsche, and in that, you have to attempt
nietzsche's thought process as concrete in trying
to find a bilingual liberation never achieved.
then you have to achieve the potency of
bilingualism.
saying this much the back bile in me
is boiling, surfacing...
the idea of a superman is not
an idea of man overcoming man...
it naturally leads toward the notion that
the übermensch translates into
übermenschen -
i didn't learn this language to be:
one of its people, i learned this language
to overcome these people,
i learned this language to overcome,
overpower, overtly reign as their
schatten könig, its schwarz papst...
delusions ready -
but i'm not buying the ******* joke...
the only reality being conceded with
the übermensch idea is in a conceptualisation
of a plurality...
hence? heidegger's advancement
of nietzsche idea in heidegger's pluralism of
of - übermenschen -
nietzsche's failure was not that
it was a case to be above man -
the idea of his individuation process was
to be opposite: to be above dei volk: the people.
you can can only realise this as a bilingual
strategist...
do you think i learned
the english language to merely acquire it,
rather than not perfect it, and let the plebs gain
their common sense vocab without interference?
the plebs require the tongue being
spoken, but do you think i learned
the language to speak the pleb?
the idea of übermensch is only
realistic in a bilingual environment,
i.e. in the übermenschen environment of
being a man, having learned the language of
the people, and having the tenacity to
overcome their "natural" competence for it;
you can only overcome man,
when you first overcome a people,
but overcoming a people means overcoming
the language of the people,
and this means overcoming
one's nativity -
in that one's nativity is kept,
but submerged in a cloud of "required"
use...
from what i've learned,
these people do not deserve a native tongue,
what they do deserve is
a spanking, a remoulding,
a chance to appease regret,
a chance:
to define the purpose of
repentance;
singing that ailing "holy" anthem of
saving the queen, will buy them
nothing more than kippers
past the gates of st. peter;
this is past thank you, past i forgive you.
past sorry, tell me a second time...
******* better squeak
and call it a rubber ducky...
before the real shrapnel beckons blitz
and blisters 2.oh.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC