thoughts before knocking…

some doors
are

always closed
no one
dare
enter
nor
seriously consider
what lies
just
beyond
the threshold
other doors
are
partially opened
to
let those
passing by
admired
what lies
just
out of reach
so as to
fill their dreams
at night
but
a few doors
are swung
wide-open
inviting
all travelers
of
this life
welcome
and
a place
to rest
one’s weary
soul

from a mighty fortress…

tell me
what time
will
the angels
of god
descend
from behind
the walls of jericho
and
save this world
from
mankind
taking up
into their arms
a child
of
god
a child
to be given
new life
when
will they arrive
and shall that be
the time
when
the saints
join in song
filling the air
like a thousand
black birds
whirling
above the sadness
we’ve known
for all
too long
when
oh
when
will the angels
arrive
making
the earth
truly
alive

Poem Inspired by Spritual Standards Quinta: Markus Burger (Piano) & Jan Von Klewitz (Saxophone)

Background Music:  A Mighty Fortress is Our God

discovery…

discovery

for centuries
black
tortured hands
have dug
in life’s
obsidian
soil
souls
seeking
the sacred grave
where
liber lays
but
each tomb
opened
held
only
the ashes
of
other
ancestor’s
dreams
ancestors
who sought
manifest equality
but found
only
a mass grave
holding
the cinders
of
their
ancestor’s
dreams

brass kangaroos and concepts of truth…

brass-kangaroos-and-concepts-of-truth

these dreams
are not
your dreams
for mine
were
that
freedom
was more
than
an illusion
but
i
believed
the myth
hard work
dedication
honesty
would
be
recognized
and
rewarded
but
not even
my children
recall the truth
the lacquer of lies
tho
semitransparent
conceals
and
distorts
the view
of
reality
ah
but
we all hide
from
the truth
or
run from it
as though
its mirror
might reveal
what is
already
known
so
no
real
need
for denial

notes on brisbane wall…

notes-on-brisbane-wall

each person on earth
strives to proclaim that their soul
was really once here

the road behind me…

the-road-behind-me

i close
my eyes
and see
all the fireflies
from
my youth
fluttering
in the night sky
and
feel
times past
summer’s warm breeze
against
my skin
and
once again
hear
my mother’s voice
time to come in
and
with
one
final tear
i
open
my eyes