GIVE FLOWERS

Give flowers

To hands that stretch and open

And even when they close their fist

Thorns never give.

Dodge if you can

Talk with a smile

Bear them, their load of hurt

Convince and plead with them forever.

Into their palms let it lie

Guard them lest they fall off

Regard not how soft or hard, their palm

Give them, even the most beautiful

Sprinkle them if they reject it

On their footpaths leave them,

For passersby to know

That you ever gave them

Flowers heal and never bruise

Flowers forgive and never retaliate

Flowers understand because they love

So give flowers

Give flowers to all hands

Not only to those which stretch and open

Never give thorns

Not even once

TEARS IN THE EYES

If only you’ll wipe it

And think deeply the route before treading

Once is enough to master all arts

Not worrying should again they come

Your windows to knock and call.

 If only you could link it to the past

Invoking to remembrance

In you an immunity

To last for all times

And tears will stick in your eyes no more.

So near I have come

So near I have come
Yet so far I now am
Fruitless seeds
Dead before they were planted
Though alive when them, they received.

Our many efforts
Like treated water flowing into the drains
Like water falling on he back of a duck
Remain my story
To either bear or tell

Clear indications I can see
Clear speechless acts
I can understand and expect
But difficult to let go
What is not working, your dream.

I lighted this darkness
Even with the faintest light
I sounded its bells in the market
Yet no one bought them
My dead seeds remain in the soil

On the heated tarmac and desert
Where no water is
But the winds
Away their nutrients blow
To distill the only oases, our survival
Rendering us infertile, our land

Oh that this vine will grow
Its wine to smear our chest
Our appetite to cure and men to make
Oh that we’ll not be
Like this land this desolation, our story.

BROKEN LIPS

Broken lips in an open mouth
Broken skin at my heel
Will bring forth nothing
But broken pieces of yesterday
Tied up in broken parts
In this memory to night this day.

On the hill top I saw not
My broken footprints
But broken shadows darker than in the valley
Because my strength faints
And helpers feeble and frail
There goeth I a fading light
Surrounded by the dark in the eye
Only the mind knows I belief

And I will go forth in strength
In the hope of tomorrow
Though my body aches
My eye dims to flicker its light
Through the dark behind me
Back I shall not turn or return;
Onward ever, awaiting him:
He who will restore it all for me

will she come?

will you pass through to me
or pass me by
the night is come
alone i can not run
at the other side patiently
i lay to wait restlessly
for my angel my dearest
will she come...?

MY WHITE LINEN

So quickly it entered through me
Like a virus my body to eat up.
So slowly waited I
Not knowing if I would again raise my head up.
My system I watched roll away
Like a free flowing stream
Listening to sounds of its jaws
As it went up and down
Shredding the flesh off my bony soil.

One after the other, it will go
Licking clean my bonny parts
Those savor to consume in ecstasy
Until there is nothing anymore to take away
But a shameful soiled white linen.
With calmness without resistance
Those actions and commands
Which went on rather prolonged.

HIM AND YOU

If death will have you
You who loved and loved him
Not baldly but well; to him
Like praise full of incense from you.