meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
faber est quisque fortunae suae
every man is architect of his own fortune
Spun from me a translucent thread
Left an ephemeral bubble
Right on turbulent shores
Spanning spinning orbiting
They heard, they came, they staked a claim,
Blew a hundred thousand bubbles
Out across the sea shores
To chant, "They will never meet"
He never said he'd come to me
Just blowing on the wind, he said
Just flowing in the gutter
Catch the whispers passing by
They heard, they came, they staked a claim,
Sent a hundred thousand whispers
Over mountain and dale
To chant, "They will never meet"
They heard, they came, they staked a claim,
Broke a hundred thousand mirrors
In every water hole
To chant, "They will never meet"
Gladdening in beginning
(26th Aug ‘14)
Children sleep in the summer sand
As the wind blows all away
And those who wished to play today
Will ask of their hearts no more
(‘92)
bellum domesticum
strife among family members
They heard, they came, they staked a claim
A hundred thousand copies blast
Rude furnaces of mitey reign
A photo of the mews in shame
He rode the wave of our guile true