Monthly Archives: February 2013



In the beginning, men watched the horizons,
and ploughed the earth.

And the earth was without form, and scattered with rocks;
and darkness was upon their face, and in their hearts, deep…
And the spirits of men moved upon the heart of the matter,
and men said, “Let there be gods”, and there were gods…
And men believed in their gods, and it felt good:
and the gods shadowed their minds,
and they became dark,
and darker.
And men called the light Grey,
and the darkness they called Nightmare.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men said, let there be One,
permanent above our gods,
and let him divide our tribes from others.
And men made One permanent, who divided their tribes into those above
and others.
And it was so.
And men called the permanent’s home Heaven.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men said, let the waters from under the Heaven be called Tears,
and let the mothers’ breast milk dry;
and it was so.
And men called their dried breasts Fate,
and the gathering of their tears called them War;
and men felt it was not good…

And men said, “The earth does not anymore, bring forth grass,
and herb yielding seed after its kind,
and the tree yielding fruit whose seed was in itself after its kind…”
And men saw, and it was not good.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections and graves…

And men asked, “why are there lights under the Heaven,
to divide the Grey from the Nightmare?”
and they said, “for signs, and for reasons,
and for days, and tears,
and as lights to give light
upon our fights for the earth…”

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men saw the waters filled abundantly with the moving creatures that have life,
and fowl that flew above the earth in the open firmament of Heaven,
and the great whales, and every living creature that moves, which filled the waters abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after their kind: and men saw how good it was…
And men coveted them, rubbing their hands and saying,
“Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.”

And men saw the earth roamed by living creatures after their kind, cattle,
and creeping things, and beast of the earth after their kind: and it was good.
And men started to kill the beast of the earth after their kind, and the cattle after their kind,
and every thing that crept upon the earth after their kind:
and men saw that killing was good.

And men said, “Let us make killing machines in our image, after our likeness:
and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air,
and over the cattle, and over all the earth,
and over every creeping thing that crept upon the earth.”
So men created killing machines in their own image,
in the image of men created they them;
and drought and hail followed…

And men blessed them, and said unto them,
“Be fruitful, and multiply, and impoverish the earth, and subdue it:
and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air,
and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.”

And men said, “Behold, we have burnt away for you every herb bearing seed,
which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree,
in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed;
for you we have done it.”
And from every beast of the earth, and from every fowl of the air,
and from every thing that crept upon the earth, wherein there is life,
men took away every green herb for meat:
and it was so…

And men finally saw every thing that they have made,
and behold,
it was too late.

As their evenings and their mornings
have become their graves…

A(nd) men…

Alien stork…


Alien stork,
refused by nesting chimneys,
alone and hatched of non-existing eggs;
arrived too early, leaving yet so gently,
like the warm memory of a bed…

And on, and on,
so coloured yet so glassy,
unseen, yet beaten and unstrained,
no clouds, just water-bending sorrows,
like a forgotten empty rain…

No crimson banner, purple stairs,
another castle dries unwanted;
I feel a morning on my cheek,
like an encounter, long departed…



stabbed was I
by anyone who came into my own…
invited them I
and felt ashamed at being naked,
trapped between my why…
and theirs…

shalom’s all gone
unlost, unfound,
and bound to understand.

reflected image Narcissus,
of frozen sand and leaves,
an echo cleaves
to your distorted image…

water has never been a good reflection of our wanted innocence…

ask Noah…

Picture: sao2005


…so fragile


when tender mercies mourn
above forgotten mornings,
with sand beneath the alabaster dreams,
how few the sounds are
of unsung old memories,
unworthy on the parchment of what seems,
to be just shallow
echoes of some senses,
long buried
in my bloody battlefields.

they’re all Moriahs,
all my hills and mountains,
with stairs cut deep into my veins;

they’re mine the treasures,
mine the earnings
of all the bloody,
barren rains…



Corn’s on my steps…
so goldish yellow like the remembered shadows
of a forgotten submarine.

So many seeds…
like soldiers ordered back
from an unwanted battle.

Green horns…
so long and fading,
like the desires of a eunuch’s dream.

No roots though…
just bark of foreign trees beneath.

It’s never…
another time of a forgotten over.

No mother, father…
just the improper spelling
of a dream.



But who’s this blind-child of my lonely memory,
unwanted morning yet unfollowed by another?
Whose time we chew, whose banner
do we tear apart; why bother?

Alone, bewitched by what complete would mean
if empty’s so rewarding, stand I and mourn…
I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my senses
and lost has grown the day when I was born.

“Stand still…” I’m told, “and know…”; and show no pain,
but feel it deep by sides of heart and senses…
So much I know; and time dries bitter ever since
all verbs seem to have lost their future tenses…