Thursday, 26 March 2026

awake

in large looming clouds gray you smiled in my dreams and betrayed;
in dreams all is me and I, the victim
bitter tasted in heart and mouth and soul to I,
the betrayer
buying fools for gold and gold for fools
and unfaithful to me and I and you
and the whole world, to lessen the load;
only him, to whom it is silly and superstitious to draw thoughts from well of hope
only him, to samaritan and I and the whole world -- to lessen the load -- can help

Friday, 13 March 2026

need

like a chirping bird that asks for father
so I long for every word from you to eat

silver

on silver plate I see sliver of truth
delivered scales slithered so smooth
reflection caused he gave me pensive look
my friends and foes for enemies I took

Thursday, 12 March 2026

rhubarb

morning sun shines through streaks of drops on slanted window.

rhubarb from aphex twin plays and I wonder:
instead of talk of digital twins
how about spiritual twins;
(that do not mimic but complete)
how about: God is trying to call but we never pick up
or never know what we’re picking up;

maybe pain can be beautiful if we know where it should lead
maybe the helplessness we see around us, the decay into old age of loved ones
will not be the last word, and there is something beyond the cross
of meaningless suffering.

Friday, 6 March 2026

live from tone to tone

wash tone sea saw
wash crisp blend slow
bounce raw sheet draw
wave foam: release? slow

Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Compromat

Swiftly does the flesh retire
To chambers new and soft;

Boldly die the lives of others,
Baldly dye the lies of others,
On tomes of good and bad;

So radio hosts of talking hate
Can rot the brains of
People called for more.

Sad the sin of waste:
Wasted knowledge,
Wasted resources,

Wasted opportunities,
Wasted nature, and
Wasted apologies.

Wasted wisdom,
And, worse than pride:
Lazy, comfortable hate.

This is what our nation,
This is what I
Was capable of. 

Tuesday, 27 January 2026

Kingdom

Most powerful is He who
Consoles the grief stricken
With truth and healing;

Not ones who cause the suffering,
Here today, and gone tomorrow;
It is for heroes everyday

To get up each morning,
Pick up broken remains,
And stubbornly live in it: salvation.


Thursday, 8 January 2026

Dwelling

(The whole world is an hermitage, and we the lonesome dwellers.)

It's never good to be an erm-it
And find your thoughts get more and more unhinged.
When anything is possible, nothing true is possible

The dots all join to form a perfect storm
And imagination wild is the limit
Of what apparations are found.

Or, with clear rules to be always straight
And start again when you have failed
You've built your own prison cell.

But what if hermit wants to meet?
But no one wants to meet him, not on his deluded terms?
What then?

Tuesday, 6 January 2026

Max Sustain

At an intergalactic feast table in Valhalla.
Conversation between two organ grinders.

ORGAN GRINDER 1:
When all is gone, in a sigh, and
Science tells you all the while
The how ^ n but not the why --
What will you reply?

ORGAN GRINDER 2:
I am safe, I exist, in
Fleeting-mind protagonist
Of Story worth some proper Verse
Of Son gifted a Universe.

ORGAN GRINDER 1:
Do not get your hopes up, son
You'll be puff 'fore day is done
Never breath of fire so fine
But your life, son, is on the line.

ORGAN GRINDER 2:
Like tightrope walker I see depth
Of darkness calling to my death
But in that darkness I'll see light
If it consumes me, it's His right.

Monday, 5 January 2026

Eve

I feel the road ahead is tough
And fear of fear is not enough,
The vultures are all looking down
My shaking corpse their feeding ground.

Words blow through like hollow reed
Nothing sticks and nothing feels,
Rivers, meaning, dry like bone
Core fed, cortex left alone.

Here in wastelands, in the dark
Night of the soul wanders aghast,
If ever will there be a smile
Clutch loosened even for a while...

From awful sights torments expressed
On solid days of nothingness:
Oh, that hood raw power indulge taste
Were lifted! kind forgiving grace.

Sunday, 4 January 2026

Zoo of Malfeasance

Baby eels and butterflies
Hide shady deals and utter lies.

Saturday, 3 January 2026

Teach us

They taught us well   —- we grew to love

They’ve grown old and —- are leaving us

We’d rather not       —- inherit Earth

But seek to find      —- a true rebirth.