Apollo

Shining sunny one
thou god of light
and sweet music
Apollo !
come forth !
and caress the land
once more
with  thy warm
hand

Apollo

Apollo

i summon

thee with rhyme
and conjure
thee with
song

Apollo !

Apollo !

come  o`  come !  !

thou beautiful

one


~

26.july

TODAY WAS GOOD

WITH BLUE SKY

AND SUNSJINE

TODAY WAS

WARM AND BEAUTIFUL

TODAY

SUMMER

RETURNED

AFTER DAYS

OF GREY

SKIES AND

RAIN

SO

TODAY 

I AM HAPPY

AND FULL

OF LIFE

OK THATS

ALL SEE YOU LATER

BYE BYE

THEN

what to think and when

It is not so
much of what they speak
that matters
but that witch
they do not
speak of

that unspoken ghost
of a presence
that thrives  in
the back alleys
of the unconscious
mind

that entity
of pure animal
instinct
encaged
by the doctrines
of human life

that mad
and malevolent
beast of untamed
spirit
that yearns
to be released
to satisfy
its unnerving
hunger

lost and fond

He was out of his mind
looking for himself
in the mirror of oblivion
when he noticed
a crack in the
odd surface
from wich
obscure lights
leaked
playing
tricks
on his imagination
like a wizard
and made him
speak greek
in tongues


he went out of his mind
in an attempt to rid
himself of a feeling
of not being
himself
at all
but rather someone
alltogether
different
and most oddly
so

and he succeeded
by doing
the opposite
of what normally
would have been
the way to go
about it

today he enjoys
riding horses and writing
books in his
free time
while memories
of his past
excursions
out of his mind
keeps repeating
themselves like
old super 8
movies
knittering
and flickering
upon a black
and white
screen
of memories

backdoor of the mind

In his dream he was elevated to the top of his own head
and was shown a backdoor
where people entered with no questions asked.

 He yelled at them
and they started running in all
directions


he saw them try
to enter his ears
and nose
but he yelled at them
again from above
and they fleed
like stung bees


 he soon found
himself running around
on top of his own
head yelling
while
keeping these
uninvited people
from entering
and then he woke
up exhausted & soaked in
sweat.





  

Fire&Water

mY brain is on fire
& the word is hot
and the message
is a burning
flame
thereof

mY  head
reaches for the sky
in a childish
rapture
of excitement
and wonder

thats when
it happens
thats when
everything falls
into place
&
when the moment
is ripe
 the flower
of mY expectations
bloom
unexpectantly
and to mY
uttermost joy

thats what
all happenings
are made of
this energy
of opportunity
released &
comes into play
like an innocent babe
in the sun

like the dream of summer
that returns every year
with the same colourful
landscape of breathtaking beauty
and  magical mystery

this is a sweet memory
of summer left
as a reminder
of the magic
when birds sing all
day long
with flies accompanying
with their buzz
and hum

when  Datura
is growing
in her pot

when my 1001
tics have been
screwed

when the 10
little kittens
have their first
summer on

and im typing
this in a
serene state of
gratefulness
mixed with
a drop
tranquility