WRUNG OUT

this pain wants expression
i do not know how to
grant it
there are no reassuring
voices here
no patient ears
who listen
there are no eyes
to soothe the nerves
no beings who will still
the restless soul
these lines are obscenities
wrung out from
unwilling times
vulgarities which chill
the consciousness
of pride
mirrors of pacelessness
i reel under the uselessness
of my days
what words i have spun
from idle days
what creations made
in vacuum walls
in the vacancy of all
i grant myself
one consolation
its the likes of these
called poets, i hear
they leave behind
literature
i am told

SHADOWS

shadows lengthen
they lengthen and enter me
dark, shapeless, ugly
shadows
they enter me and make
a shadow out of me
time lies heavy
it does not fly anymore
the way it used to
when you were there
time the unreal gnome
from flight to stagnation
it reaches
it bewilders me
a shadow yet
so very alone among
shadows i am
i sit and brood
i shelve into the past
for there i am
more comfortable
i see you
and myself of course
two beings crushed
together in joyous pain
once again thought
finds wings ,and
just for awhile
immobility finds transport

Virginal

woman you look
virginal still
your soul untouched
your person unloved
your desires unconsummated
time has ravaged you
but given nothing
you still look askance
at life
how many stabs
does it take to kill
how many denials
before you get
how many betrayals
before you belong
woman you still wait
for destiny to bequeath
what was never to be
to be loved
and to belong

Crumbs

i had been impoverished
i hadn't got much
so i grabbed
at the crumbs
crumbs of love
ones that you threw
absent-mindedly
less than what
you were willing
to exhibit to others
even to friends
and acquaintances
but the crumbs
inflamed my passions
and ignited my need
i wasn’t satisfied
taste breeds desire
i wanted more
why was i willing
to squander my all
while you only so much
you showed the sky
but when i opened
my fist
i found
only dust

Mother Earth

since millennia
you have been doing this to me
carving portions of my body
drawing lines on my person
each bloodier than the last
you kept multiplying
and kept drawing lines
taking a piece of your own
nothing else would suffice
you never stopped to think
of my wounds or my pain
you continued
till the borders grew so tight
and my pieces so small
you could have had me for mincemeat
now I am unrecognizable
as far as the eye can see
there are walls, fences and barricades
you call them countries, states, nations
but the lines that you so meticulously drew
also broke homes, families, hearts
they cut rivers, meadows and mountains
even the skies are in tatters
as you cannot fly into another’s
nothing is complete today
nothing is free
only one thing is true
there are enemies on every side
you spend millions to survive hate
what could have been yours with love