Lonely Hearts

(For D.)

You are so lonely

in the night

so full of stars.

You peel an apple,

listen to the daily news

that make no sense.

Then you sit down

in front of the computer

and check your email – again nothing new…

You check the room

of our daughter

if she is well if she still sleeps.

You smile

so kindly –

you hear her breathing…

Then kiss her hand –

so very gently,

you smile again and let her sleep.  

For her, for you,

for your parents,

then you pray silently for me.

You watch the moon,

expecting almost

to find an answer for all that’s gone.

You go to bed now

expecting some day

to go to sleep again with me.

A Love Song For The Light

Some days are easy

to survive

the endless fall

into the rabbit’s hole;

Some days

are but impossible

to listen to the demons songs

into the damned land.

There are no signs,

no clues to follow

into the darkness

of this ancient tomb.

There is no light

nor clear path to follow,

the damned voices

always hunt one’s down.

The only temple

is the mind

the lighter is the soul

(supposedly) immortal.

The only dormant glow

is inside

the only heat

is in the ever heavy heart.

The light is love

and love is knowledge

it lights the light

of aching hearts.

When freed by love

and lit by knowledge,

the souls is free ,

it meets with God.

As God is love.

He is pure knowledge.

He heals with light

and love for all.  

The Price Of Happiness

Is the price we all have to pay

for our happiness so high,

so less and less of us

can barely afford it?

Did it become a privilege

to be a member

of the exotic and prestigious

happy club?

Is there a back door

you could enter

in their building?

Is there a secret knock?

Is there another way

to get in to their meeting place? 
Somehow be one of them -

the ones who are happy and content?

The price, they say,

one pays (of course)

is money

but money isn't merely enough.

One must also learn

and dedicate long years

to study all about

the misery that there is on earth.

And once one passes

all examinations,

and pays the monetary tool,

one is finally allowed  into the club of the happy ones.

The tall door is then slowly opened.

There comes a light and happy laughs.

A flash of glory and one step further…

to exit on the other site and on the same boulevard.

This Isn’t My True God

The hell’s not the end, nor is it the beginning.

The hell is now and all around.

The hell tastes good and looks so pretty…

The hell is singing songs, the words feel true.

The mighty God has been created in

The beginning of the time. Into the holy of

The temporal lob of His creator -

The man who sinned and who was fearful to die.

It was the sin that gave birth to the Holy Father.

It was the wrongdoings of His holy son.

It was the wickedness of the Holy Spirit.

It was after all the cowardness of man.

The man created the Almighty,

In his likeness – to be his own immortal God.

He made Him jealous and all seeing,

All powerful to judge and punish sins of man.

And after God was so created, he grew in power over time.

He punished with a mighty zest.

With time God then become Himself creative –

And broke the chains to reprimand all human sins.

And then created all His angels,

To do His job instead of Him.

Directed them to do His business,

So He can rest His crushing thumb.

The God was no longer perfect, nor almighty, nor divine,

As He created something beautiful but ultimately so exceptionally wrong.

The angels grew their own creative powers,

Then turned jealous of man and of God Himself.

The Angels broke their chains of being perfect,

And seized to talk to man on God’s behalf.

And then God decided in His Holy wisdom,

To punish these grey rolling stones to fall from heaven on the earth.

The guilty angels Lord re-named to Demons,

Creatures of the dark.

He did not kill them, nor destroyed them,

His own children - He made in his acumen to be His own right hand.

In His dexterity divine, perhaps of luck of judgment,

He sent them dwell in the infernal underworld.

God didn’t chain them there however.

He let them dwell the world of man as well.

Then He did sent His only son to earth to bring new resolution.

But His son “did not come to bring peace, but sword” to man.

He came to “turn a man against his father”

As He was rebellious against His Father too.

God got eternally and truly angry,

To man, to His son and to the angels too.

He punished all of them to tempt eternally each other, 

As He eternally is upset with man - for the punishment eternally to be his God.

The Storm

Storm!

It is now brewing.

The slow clouds gather,

for ruthless feast. 

A moment dies,

another born is.

The smell of fire

burdens skies.

Electric kiss -

a hiss of dragons,

a thunderclap

explodes in ire.

The first rain drops

fall heavy, oily;

to touch soon dirt

and turn to mud. 

Beneath the grime,

somewhere hidden,  

a future life

expects the rain.

Mindful are the seeds

of nothing,

but water only

that will bring them life.

Just A Phantom

There was a time,

when I was different,

where all the same

was all the best...

I never wanted

to be the specter.

I later wished

to be like all…

I still differ

from everybody,

devoid of wish 

nor have the choice.

I am 
but merely a shadow,

without a face 

nor real world name.