peace – Scriptorium '77

Paper Jubilee

What else can you say
than congratulations to the paper jubilee
to the thousands of deaths
and many more just out of breaths

Sonnet #25: Peace

When every drop of hope seemed spilled with ease
By narrow minded people without thinking
The enemies of freedom make their peace
Don’t hesitate to drop your glass of drinking

join me for the trip of our life

there hangs a shadow
on that rejuvenated meadow
from the tree in the distance
without known substance

Global Teapot

Words are floating down the southern hemisphere
Troublesome the mind might melting
Into a global teapot

Midnight For My Soul

I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
There is an inner peace I find
Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind

VOICES QUIET NOISES

at midnight are the voices quiet noises
through the open door of my balcony
comes streaming in not just clear air

Lapislazuli Walls

Pictures one day appear
On a hidden wall
Behind blind eyes
They are drawn with camel hair

This Whistling Sound

Digging traces in the snow
Under the surface below
Everything those people believe
Still not feeling like a thieve

By a Landslide

Life could be so easy
How many times do we use this phrase
Every week —
Every day —

We’re seldom moving backwards thinking into space
Those peaceful drifting feelings standing still in time
When softly running tears across your lying face
You’ve always told to nightingales I was your prime