sketch pad

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


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Field of Dreams

A field of dreams,

Of treasured dreams,

Of anguish and despair;

Where battles fought

And trumpets blared

And fatal wounds

Are riven.

The sunrise in the morning,

The golden chariot rides,

In glory, in splendour,

In anxious suspense,

A grand new day announced.

A blade of grass,

Clothed in dew,

Drowned in blood.

The clatter, the clamour,

The tremendous uproar,

Honour to ye who sever most souls.

The foes meet,

In attack, in defence:

For king, for country, for religion,

For money, for power, for freedom;

The father, the brother, the son,

The husband, the lover, the friend.

He finds himself mortal,

Heroic man,

As his life seeps away

Into the thirsty Earth.

A serene sunset,

Hues of passion and peace

Render the heavens

Unspeakably beautiful.

The meadow is lush and green,

The soil fruitful.

Flowers peep out

As the cattle graze,

As insects find their way.

Children play

Over the ancient graves

And listen to the magnificent stories

Of times gone past

As bedtime nears each day.

They fantasise, their games each day,

Of war,

On any scale.

We fight for life,

We fight to live,

We’d fight our deaths away.

We love the faces

We hold so dear,

Yet fain forget

The foe we fought in yesteryear

Was some heart’s bloom,

Some beloved face,

Our neighbour near or far.

As we fight our brother,

Spill our sisters’ tears,

In search of some fond hope,

We see no longer with loving eyes,

Compassionate heart,

Or open mind.

Enemy to enemy,

No matter who he be,

We’ll gouge his eyes

And tear his breast,

And leave the carcass rot.

Friend, do you know me?

I knew you once,

Your life I touched with gentle caress,

Your babe was in these arms,

Was it you?

Or your mother’s mother,

A hundred thousand years ago?

Your blood was once my blood,

I knew your fears,

I knew your most cherished,

I could know them now,

If I thought:

For within me

Are yours

And within yours

Are mine.