Friday, July 07, 2017

unbroken

some stay unbroken
because they bend
and others stand up
like white knights
on tall horses;
but most break down
in tears or obedience;
their dreams
running down
with the sewage
and streaming
into wide oceans.

there at the edge
between real and eternity
you find them;
at times riding the waves,
at times rolling with fish
and other strange
creatures.
the rebels
keep trying
to stand up
on their boards
unbroken.



Thursday, June 22, 2017

woman

there was a strange woman
who lived down the street
she wore her best gowns
when she planted the seeds
of beautiful flowers

she built herself a garden
when all silent neighbors
were tending the lawns
laying ruly and low (green and boring)
under their feet.

she taught kids about music
and piano sonatas
and crazy forgotten traviattas
i am sure she was lonely
and i hope she was sweet


she has gone north
with the wind
the strange woman
who left us the flowers
of wonder, right at our feet

wind

it is not in my power
to break your silence
or to flap your wings
but i can whistle and blow
and raise the high winds
for you to feel
the desire to fly;
or i can silence and wait
till you feel the blade
of green grass
cutting through the dark
and into the light
and wait for the star
that you are to be born
shinning and clad
from the heat of the hearth

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

the gift

i give you
a rich imagination
it is a precious gift
as well as a liability
so you will often need
reality checks

if lost - you will be able
to find a path
and if a gap
interrupts your path
you will be able
to build a bridge

if lonely
you will find
a dense net
connecting
from heart
to heart
to a friend

do not fall
in love with wizards
and leprechauns
do not kiss
countless frogs
but stick to your friends

for i have given you
a rich imagination
as a gift, as well as liability
a need to hold hands with your friends
a hunger to laugh and to forget
that you need reality checks


Monday, June 19, 2017

lift

when everything falls apart
you may decide to fall to the base
and there at ground level to seek
and nurture the roots

when everything falls
you too may fall
swinging together
in  dance for a while

allow yourself a little rest
to feed on the bitter roots
gather the strength to climb
the stem of  magic bean stalks

lift up into the light
empowered by the knowledge
imparted at the base
of what will be your tree

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

forwards

you make me think forwards
you make me think open
you make me dream
and think in terms of we
i like to think that
i also make you thinks forwards
and open, and that you
dream in resonance of we
taking small steps forwards
fearless into the open
preparing to move through leaps
boundless alternates to strings;
the only strings and equilibrium points
i need lie in you hands
give me your hands
stretch to reach besides your grasp
i will lift you, and you will lift me
and we'll make all the rivers dance


Thursday, May 11, 2017

this i believe

i believe
that giving makes you free
to move on to other things;
that teaching is the supreme
form of giving;
that working together
is better than racing
against each other.
i believe you can create
in harmony and trust
and hope that we can 
all get better at what we do.
i believe in learning
at any age;
and in receiving advice
from the wise;
i believe in the need
to trust
i trust you if i can feel
your shoulder can lift
a bucket of water from the well
or that you are working at it;
i believe in the need to love
what you do
and that you can create love
for it is an action
and we are what we do
i believe not in me, nor in you
i do believe wholeheartedly
in we. this i believe.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

make stuff up

make stuff up
do -whatever happens
build with your hand
share, open up
dare defend
and win the attack
and if you get there
do not forget
yourself when you started up
let the weak
lift the small voice up
let growth happen
towards light

rather i'd rather

i'd rather be naive
than convoluted;
straightforwards
works just fine
for me; for as long
as i am not afraid
of vulnerability.

i'd rather hurt
than be indifferent
i'd rather give
than be forever hollow,
so will you please
give me your hand
and trust?

let's dare step
on hot sand
in the sun
and dance
with the wave
for we can solve
all problems as one

- this one for Bushu



Wednesday, April 12, 2017

up

play your song
play it loud
there may be a chance
you can still wiggle out
the spark that buds in your heart
there is still a chance
to light up the colors
in a perfect sixth
and shoot them up
in a rainbow

Friday, February 17, 2017

forwards

sometimes
you walk alone
your soul is hollow
your light is low

sometimes
you meet a man
who lends a hand
and lights a spark

the world lights up
your fire's kindled
the wind is strong
and lifts your life

it's but a dance
and please remember
at times to pay your debts
forwards




Wednesday, February 08, 2017

What is it which gets old within us (2)

What is it which gets old within us
by Lucian Blaga
(in my imperfect translation)

What is it which gets old within us,
that unexpectedly makes us rise one morning
With the desire to hide
Name and face?

What is it which gets old within us,
that when we reach the twilight
makes us find out that we belong to the past,
estranged from contemporaries, fog's shadows?

It surely cannot be the pulsating blood
nor the beating heart, the passion, or spirit,
nor the echoes reverberating in our ears,
but only the tear
for old men cry old tears

i have learned a new language

i have learned a new language
so that i could understand
the words of your songs;
so please sing them to me now
while i can still hear
the trill

What is it which gets old within us

by Lucian Blaga (in my imperfect translation)

What is it which gets old within us,
that unexpectedly makes us rise one morning
With the desire to hide
Name and face?

What is it which gets old within us,
that when we reach the twilight
makes us find out that we belong to the past,
foreigners among today, shadows in the fog?

It surely cannot be the pulsating blood
nor the beating heart, the passion, or spirit,
nor the echoes reverberating in our ears,
but only the tear
for old men cry old tears

Monday, January 30, 2017

crescendo

your worries should lie low
your songs shall softly
rock a baby cradle now
your hearts shall beat in unison
while water waves shall
gently touch their banks to flow

the ocean waves should come and go
to sandy shores they bring homage
to boats they bring the force they need
so smoothly sail my love
ahead of fears and towards dreams
untouched by webs of mermaid spells

today you have your song to sing
your voice i want to hear
as it will rise above the chorus whispers
while the silver girl you accompanied here
shall touch the strings and help you weave
the fabric of your dreams

Monday, January 23, 2017

rain/to keep the light flowing

some days are plain gray
and it feels like there is not
enough love in the world;
just wind whistling,
aimless leaves rustling
on cracked pavement

some days start green
and you wake up and think
if i am the only love
left in the world
must i not do something
to kindle the fire we need?

and if your light seeds
the night sky with stars
and if the sky starts pouring
tears on the ground
while a hand touches a hand
the grass will start growing

to keep the light flowing


Thursday, January 05, 2017

hip hop

I may not be hip
but i am certainly hoppy
i may be indian pale,
brown or golden
but always on
the bitter side
i am an ale
an ageless ale

I used to be
brewed by alewives
with secret mixtures
of herbs and spice
sweet gale and sage
and the sap of pine
a bit of wormwood
and yarrow and broom

I have been safe to drink
for the belligerent knights;
at their tables
when the water was stale
and truly a danger
but did not last on long trips
with lone sailors
and could not shorten their travels

then hops came along
and i got a new life
infused with the youth
of ginger and orange
i am an ale,
be bitter or sweet
I may not be hip
but i am certainly hoppy



Wednesday, December 21, 2016

night

i have to catch up with the night
lately is has been passing in fast flight
its strong wings batting at my dreams
rustling them to come out through the seams

Monday, December 19, 2016

10 years of blogging

10 years of blogging!

xmas card

In the middle of winter i write to thank you for the joy and light, for your hard work to be the best that you might be thank you for the curious eyes and for the magic happening when simple acts of listening make songs arise thank you for the spring you put into the step of those you touch and if it's not too much for being generous and kind i wish the wind will always blow just right and if it doesn't that you shift your tack; and hope that all the love you give will multiply when it comes back!

- with thanks to PJ

Thursday, September 29, 2016

puzzle me

puzzle me, be unexpected
whatever you want, but be
in the sunshine, in the open
there is place for you, and me

sweet dreams

i can knit a dream of rainbows
i can knit a dream of dew
i can knit a dream of sunshine
i can knit a dream of you

but the question than arises
coming from my love for you
if you are tired and you need it
can i knit a dream for you?

will you let me, will you do it?
if you share this time with me,
we'll be swinging by the moon rays
in between the do, re, mi.

sweet dreams

i can knit a dream of rainbows
i can knit a dream of dew
i can knit a dream of sunshine
i can knit a dream of you

but the question than arises
coming from my love for you
if you are tired and you need it
can i knit a dream for you?

will you let me, will you do it?
if you share this time with me,
we'll be swinging by the moon rays
in between the do, re, mi.

sweet dreams

i can knit a dream of rainbows
i can knit a dream of dew
i can knit a dream of sunshine
i can knit a dream of you

but the question than arises
coming from my love for you
if you are tired and you need it
can i knit a dream for you?

will you let me, will you do it?
if you share this time with me,
we'll be swinging by the moon rays
in between the do, re, mi.

Friday, September 16, 2016

a song piece for Nick

this is not a poem, this is a memory
of a high school friend
whose name i cannot remember
although it could well have been Nick

what i do remember is a pair
of large and dark eyes,
mostly quiet, and perhaps a tad shy
and i also remember a bunch of kids
sitting a little too high
on school benches
or sliding rather quietly
on the dark corridors
in their blue indigo uniforms

the reason i write is the sound
my friend made
in front of these seemingly
ready to mock, or to laugh
or to love common friends
you see he was mostly quiet
my friend, but from 3-5
he was part of a rock band
and then and there he could scream
he could shout, and let it all out
and one day, just because
i had asked he showed off his sound
without fear of the laughter,
mocking, or  love

i hope my dear friend
you can find your rock band
i hope you can find your loud voice
to scream it all out
i enjoy the sound that you make
i hope you not fear the mocking,
the laughter, the love
that you 'll get
in your face , or your heart

a song piece for Nick

this is not a poem, this is a memory
of a high school friend
whose name i cannot remember
although it could well have been Nick

what i do remember is a pair
of large and dark eyes,
mostly quiet, and perhaps a tad shy
and i also remember a bunch of kids
sitting a little too high
on school benches
or sliding rather quietly
on the dark corridors
in their blue indigo uniforms

the reason i write is the sound
my friend made
in front of these seemingly
ready to mock, or to laugh
or to love common friends
you see he was mostly quiet
my friend, but from 3-5
he was part of a rock band
and then and there he could scream
he could shout, and let it all out
and one day, just because
i had asked he showed off his sound
without fear of the laughter,
mocking, or  love

i hope my dear friend
you can find your rock band
i hope you can find your loud voice
to scream it all out
i enjoy the sound that you make
i hope you not fear the mocking,
the laughter, the love
that you 'll get
in your face , or your heart

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

puzzle me, and let it be

puzzle me, be unexpected
whatever you want but be
in the open, in the sunshine
there is place for you, and me

trust

learn to trust
and learn to give
to those who might be
surprised or in need

be mindful
that you do not walk alone
be graceful
with your fellow travelers

be one with your true self
and be ready to change
give, love, and be ready
to never know

if you are the true giver
or should be the grateful receiver
walk straight and take
some time to breath -love


Thursday, July 21, 2016

nobody

i am nobody
but the wind calls my name
the water washes my head
and my breath, just like yours
pushes my life right ahead
by your side

we might as well
hold each other's hand
in times of trouble
exchange a smile
in times like heaven

how else
should we stay sane
when they shoot horses elsewhere
and my small mind
cannot comprehend

why hate
when you can love
why march
when you can dance
why kill
when you can give
love
music
live

i look at you and learn
to grow values from within
only turn out what is worth
bringing to light
and if i am nobody
my voice can still
shout in the wind
and i can wash
all the dirt than i see
while i breath

leave me

leave me the time
and leave me the hope
that i can climb up on a rope
swing out of the cave
to find the light in your sight
the silence and sounds that unite
the peace in our dream
the person you seem
the peace that has been
the slow breath of the ocean
and the path in the sand
we were planning to craft
from the many repeats
of our walks;

leave me the memory
of the jump and the flight
the descent and the cool
of the water around
and the peace of the dark,
then the bubbles surrounding
the rising and the power
to repeat it
all over again

leave me
your hand
in my hand
your forehead
by mine
and a picture
to retrive
the glimpse
of time past

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

night magic

The night was clear, the air was light
and as i raised my arms i felt it lift me up
towards the moon, towards the stars
i found my path though it was dark
towards the light

Monday, May 16, 2016

architecture of the future

summon the force
that keeps your spine straight
summon the love
that feeds your steps
summon the hand
of a friend
stand tall on chalk
feel the fire than runs
through the veins
and run towards
the future with all
that you have
in common
then build it
as you have dreamt

the future is bright
with arches so tall
as you have planned
its foundation
with all that you have done
before

with a bit of luck
the phoenix of hope
and redemption
will add a tower
and a flag

Monday, March 07, 2016

what can i do

what can i do
to keep you near and dear
as i am swallowed by the past?
perhaps to shout
and hope that you will hear my voice
above the white noise of the space around?
an echo, here and there
to slice the night.
perhaps to send an image
on a butterfly
with a quick flutter of of wing?
a mix of colors
to awake the art.
perhaps to try o draw out
in a bucket from the well
the twirling memory of
thirst for water from the past.
will it bring back
the soreness of our muscles
when we rowed, the swollen legs
when we run up and down the mountains
or in the burning sand,
the flashing lights of summer nights.
the list i made is long, the time is short
and sometimes i would like to turn
those lists into the sounds of echoes
(and shout them out and loud)
so that they come back



bound

i am bound to chains
made of all sorts of constraints
bound to paths
built for fast dreams
bound to explode
because there is so much light
in your eyes
that it cannot be contained

bird on a perch

look at me tenderly
because i am but a bird
in the palm of your hand
you could squish me
if you just tighten your fist
and my heart is beating
just a tad faster than you think;
and yet i look at you
lovingly and i think
that you are like the wind
stable under my wing,
that i enjoy the perspective
i can see from this perch
the light i can see in your eyes
from where i decided to sit ;
i am satisfied with the taste
and the texture of the grains of thought
you occasionally feed.
i am not saying it loud
but you may know
that birds are quick to  take flight
and some of us even swim
alone, brave and remote
facing hunger and cold.
which is why we should
both enjoy this fragile moment
at the right balance between
the past and the future
this bridge that we build
you with the hope i shall sing,
me with the hope you can sit
still and stable and able
to hear the trill.
thank you for giving me
hope and time to heal,
now if you would let go
i will be back tomorrow
if you will still know me
and i shall search within
to find the right song
you have been wishing for.



Sunday, January 31, 2016

night line

it was the height of the night
and i was fleeing trying to find
my way home at that time
when the old man appeared
with a group of followers around

"where are the elevators baby" he asked
and i noticed he was tall, black and white
and his voice sounded terribly kind
so in my turn i asked to hear it again
"where are the elevators baby" he said

and i heard the smile in his voice
the silence in the fluttering skirts
and shirts of the people around
i gave them the answer pointing
to the locked glass doors

the joyful group trickled in
and dissapeard through the doors into light,
with a glimpse i saw after they left
the smile in the painting resembled
the tall man, black and white



Monday, November 23, 2015

the gift

he brought his gift out in his hand
curling his fingers onto the strings
tickling them gently to make the sound
that went round and round
the room until they found
the darkest chamber of the listening heart

and there it planted the blossoming seed
of pure light, the river of light
that flooded the veins
shooting the skies
branching with colors
the beautiful rainbow of sound



morning hope

hope is
when you await light
as if darkness never had any chance
of crushing you
hope is
when you wash your face
of all terror and blink
to bring out the hero
hope is
when you step out the gate
on a very small road
to walk farther than ever before
hope is
when you open the door
and warm up the light
which travels between you and your neighbor


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

resonance

as you walk your path
into a forest that's dark
craddle me in your thoughts
sing to me as if i was there
and maybe somehow a string
will resonate somewhere
close enough to induce
waves of joy all the way
into my thoughts
as if you were here.
can you hear
the echoes of my heart
my dear?
see the path?

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

mother

mother - though it may not be apparent
she is in fact the perfect image
of a soldier of love
she wakes up every day
ready for punches
she takes them,
then back she bounces.
there are but two rules
in this long time endeavor:
there is not protection
and no misdirection
you just take the blow,
you stand up for as long as you can
you occasionally fall
and most important of all
you bounce back up
if you are able at all.
don't bother to tell her
what she already knows
she will shake her head
with a smile
to minimize the importance
the vastness of this ocean
of time, energy, battles
of love.

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

ripples of change

My friend - know
that you have the power
to change yourself!
And even more
you can change those
whom you touch
with your presence.
When this happens
You won't even know
so watch what you do
because your gesture
can plant a seed
of love or revenge
depending on what you think
and the soil where it is received.
I for one thank you
for putting the spring in my step
the pen in my hand
for if it was not for you
being here in the moment
there would have been
no point for all the ripples
and wrinkles in time and in space
at least not as far
as i am concerned.

Monday, January 05, 2015

carpe

the fruit that you want
you need to reach your hand out
for it and grab
or even better you need to
take a shovel and and a seed
dig and plant
and care for its fruit
to bear

for what you want
if don't do
most probably
won't come about

if you don't do it
it does not happen
my child


Friday, December 26, 2014

environmental math

i fear my friends
we have an ill posed problem to solve
and while we cannot really measure it well
there is not anymore enough love in the world.
just think in terms of it being like water
there is only so much to go around
and we are growing in numbers
we will just have to purify and to share

Friday, December 19, 2014

energy drain

please take it away
take the peaks of the noise
the edge of the blows
extinguish for a while
the fire at the tips
of these fingers

let some of the energy drain
on the dance floor,
on the pavement
on the ocean wave
take some away
for those in need
we'll give the sweat
of our palms
the song in our voice
and mostly for those
we truly love
a patch from
the tapestry of a dream

we welcomed it within
and we gladly let out
this breath that keeps us alive
we move from inside
to the edge of the universe
vibrating right back
the stories of the night
shall commence
their aerial dance