Zwischenwelten: Feb 18, 2016

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Woody Guthrie - So long it's been good to know you

1500 miles

1500 miles
something like years
she said estrangement
but it had been there
all along

1500 miles
something like tears.
Blood in a vacuum cleaner
excuse me, it is a mess.
and not one bit nearer

1500 miles
i left the road
wandering in the desert
I saw the Rose of Jericho
flowering in the rain

but i stayed with the thistles
i eat them
as i am hungry
and i trot through stones
like a donkey

At times i thought:
do donkeys grin?
and now i ponder
when i will.
time will show.

Nobody can flow
forever floating,
either you flow
or you float.
I am not a boat.

I am a river
and i follow my bed
as i must
obliged to the will of the sky
and the weather.

note:
a continuing expectation that i must float
and just be there
somewhere next
and somewhere away
is not where i want to be.
i am floating enough.
two rivers flowing together
are much stronger.
but i will reach the sea
even if i should be weaker alone.

Yes - And You And I

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same

All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you

Changed only for a sight the sound, the space agreed
Between the picture of time behind the face of need
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid

Emotion revealed as the ocean maid
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you

Oh, coins and crosses never know their fruitless worth
Cords are broken locked inside the mother earth

They won't hide, they won't tell you
Watching the world, watching all of the world
Watching us go by

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley

And you and I reached out for reasons to call

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid
As a movement regained and regarded both the same

All complete in the side of seeds of life with you

Sad preacher nailed upon the colored door of time
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify

Political ends, as sad remains, will die
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me

The preacher trained in all to lose his name
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes

All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid
As a moment regained and regarded both the same
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid

A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning
And you and I reach over the sun for the river
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement

And you and I called over valleys of endless seas

black holes, cigarettes, wodka lemon

My cat goes
to hunt for mice,
catches them,
plays with them.

I don't know
if he kills them
or if they die
by accident.

I have been in love
and i cared
but now it feels
like a black hole.

Where we shared
fluid days
and presence
in roads and fields

Where we went
through joy and pain
meeting our essence:
Now i see nobody

not even me,
Black holes sucking energy,
unkwown to each other,
Terra Icognita

Which will remain white
on the map of life
and a torture burnt
into the memory of time.

The wind blows ashes
and senseless fights
across this universe,
Better to stay silent,

To see the birds coming
with song in this spring
and the dead bushes
greening with hope

And maybe to smoke,
have a wodka lemon,
to listen to death
coming nearer

Together with the streams
and small rivers gurgling
along with hypnotic sound.
All in all loneliness.

Life must be an accident,
my cat said so:
just the fun of hunting.
Does he lie?