October

Her breath will chill me and the sense of purpose will turn me over, coming winter, orange colours....

stargazing and lifting my head up,
caught in the cold without shoes,
I don't feel anything these days...except indecision and forgotten ways...
stargazing and lifting my head up...
caught in the heat with too many socks...

TUESDAY....

Back to work, back to life, pick myself up and wipe off the strife

Back to you, back to me, as soon as I get another,
I'll get back to that,

Back to soon or not soon enough, will we ever
get back to the stuff...we thought we do, we knew we had to....

back, back, back.....

SUMDAY

A solution in search of a problem,
A day without regret, A knife inside the kettle
of a place we haven't been yet,

A time without an instance of sway
A tax upon my reason, A king without a nation
in a land that confounds my conscious,

These things I am trying to know,
These places I want to find.

may I...

may listen to you and may you listen to me,
are we allowed to be friends and disagree?

Can I see the way you look at the world as you see the way I do...does it always come down to idealogies, and philosophies?


Are you doomed to be over there, while I am over here?
Will we never meet, share a joke, half a seat?

Saturday and Sundays....

hunting on the fruited plain
and the waves of amber grain have withered,
although fading, not yet dead, there's still hope to figure it all out and wiggle out of this trend.

A FREE DAY A BIRTHDAY WISH

you were born today as you are born everyday,
every day that passes is a moment that surpasses the one that came before..
I've spent a life trying to get back to the friends we were so long ago...for our relationship has dwindled slowly over time..

Happy Birthday

THOR, MY THOR....

So beautifully simple are you,
Yes...simple and beautiful...

Warm me globe,
bring me light
tell me something I do know

Warm me globe,
break the night
give me something to think about

Sunday Monday...ah it begins again.

A week ends and one begins,
these two overlap while I ponder that change.
New chances for old problems, can I solve it this time...absolve myself of the things that hang over my head? Clear my self of the sword and manage to keep my word to myself.

Every once in awhile,
I need to rub my eyes and make sure if what is before me....is real, tangible.
Can I measure it?
Can I put it in a glass?
Could I paint it, duplicate it, or photograph it?

I am not sure...I tell you after I try

once again....THOR'S DAY

We're in a race...
a race against time, a race against each other and a race against one another

We're in a fight...
a fight against them, a fight amongst the herd and a fight with ourselves...

Things aren't so wrong that a good man is bad or a bad man is right...

We're in a race....

hump day

it's only a matter of time
before you go...actually seconds at a time...but let's remember to forget that and look at the world with eyes that feel and experience...this mortal coil...whatever eyes we look through...it's the same...we are all here to last as long as we can and those are the rules of this game

Labour Day...

Hi, today is May 1st. That is the Austrian equivolent of Labor Day in America.
So I will be back with a new poem tomorrow...

the last april day 2007

Hello...Goodbye,
These are which pass between the steps of you and I
Hello...Goodbye
These we say as the days goes by and by...
Like a nector shared between mouth and lips or
an exit and terminus...

Hello
Goodbye

SON DAY

I didn't know who I was until I met you,
I didn't know what I was until I met you,
I won't put the burden of solving all of the questions of life on you...All my life I searched for someone to answer these questions, give me hope, give me direction...I was only searching for myself when I hung those issues on you...

the rings of saturn

circles...
I stare in wonder sometimes at life...and hold the things close to me as dear as I can...I am done pushing the good away for the sake of the bad, the doing away for the sake of the done as the precious is present and vice versa..
and the circle, and the circle....

FREY'S DAY AND THE POLITICS OF AVOIDANCE..

The others are cynical and say it won't work, both left and right are not quite...in the business of making things better or moving the issue forward...Daemons are not...the people who are caught...building instead of tearing down...

thunderandlightening

Sometimes I hit back harder than I've been hit,
though it's wrong it's in my nature, like the scorpion and the frog, I am not a bump on the log...or a violet shrinking.
I've learned to let things pass, to let the rain wash over me...and hope that eventually...I can do without the need to strike out at anything or anyone that has done me wrong...

Hammer of the Gods Day

I'm tired of looking for something that I have always had in my pocket,
My fingers can reach it
My nose can smell it
It's on the tip of my tongue..
yet it might as well be, 1000 miles from me,
One does not find things in this universe,
They find you,
when you are ready, willing,
and able to see that these things you look for... are me

Monday & Tuesday.....

Life in close up isn't more exact,
it doesn't reveal more truth or give more facts...It's just more close than far and more large than small...

you caught me

There's a place I go to runaway from a world that makes me often say...I've had enough.
There are times when I just want to escape and
find that place away from everything, where something is enough of a promise..

SATURN'S RINGS

look at me, not over, under, or through me...

Free Day...my only thoughts on the tragedy

A Face without Eyes (Blacksburg)

mine eyes have seen the stories, my heart was nearly broken, my soul has sought confession, and my trust is nearly locked
These stories leave me bent and turned around inside, for with every shot they not only slay but rob,
I'll not say your name, I'll not tell your story,
Because you haven't advanced the cause, you've only set it back a thousand years and a hundred score. You haven't created, you've only destroyed and there's nothing memorable about that.

Hammer of the Gods Day..

Headlocks and strangleholds
won't stop me nor will walls or chains slow me...
my love slips through cracks and interacts with all that lives and somethings that don't

HUMP DAY!!!

Big and small, tall and short,
We all come to feed, we all need the same things,
Big and small, tall and short,
We all come to feed, we all need the same things,

toosssday

I can see the back of me no more than I can see too far on the road in front of me.
I can look in the mirror but then I see only a shell, the lines drawn but not very well.
Do my soul and dreams look different to others as my reflection also seems different to me despite a plea to remain the same for them as it does for me

The back of me, The back of me

Monday, Monday

I need my box
more than locks, or long walks
here I am safe and warm
away from growing storms...
i might add more pillows

SOL'S DAY

Green eyes while the other sleeps
Green eyes stare past me and into the deep
I think about the things I needed to do...and started doing them...

Feed Me Saturday

feed me and you start feeding the world
take care of me and you start taking care of the world...
it's a simple life, no?

4 eyes stare at me
4 globes are always better than 3
a day when I finally learned to see

GOD OF THUNDER DAY

soft on the focus
red nonetheless in spirit
turn our heads sideways

spaghetti is mine
the world comes later for all
sun will shine on us

Monday

park bench
the stranger beside me
inches closer

Taking a picture
stealing a moment in time
Sun shines so orange

the day of Saturn

Sometimes in bags look

Outside too it is just like you

green, green wash me trees

frey's day

cat in a window
a picture arborial
a world we live in

Hammer of the Gods Day....

A green willow,
dripping down into the mud,
at low tide.

by
BASHO

WODIN'S DAY

Octopus traps
summer’s moonspun dreams
soon ended.

Basho
1644-1694

Tuesday

The rule for today.
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.


Unknown Author From Cat Haiku.com

monday

A lonely psycho
so desperate for women
he pees on his clothes.

SUN DAY

Sunday quiet rush
streets without people rush by
afternoon crows the bird

SATURN DAY

Dream Architecture
Walls and doors and steps before
haunting bed, my head

FREITAG

Finding Myself Now
Who was I before the door
Sunlight streams in rays

THOR'S DAY

I get something done
Touching the Universe Time
rubbing my fingers

WODINS DAY

MY OWN DEPRESSION
TAKES MY LONE OPTIMISM
MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE

Tuesday 27 March

Husking rice,
a child squints up
to view the moon.


by
BASHO

monday

so few butterflies
suddenly there’s one
I hardly notice


by
Jim Norton

Winter downpour -
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.

By Basho

The Rain...

Spring rain
conveyed under the trees
in drops.

BY BASHO