Iron Butterfly , Butterfly Bleu

though i know iron butterfly, must have missed out on this song before :-)

I found me a little butterfly
As blue as the sky
With just a touch of gold
I knew I had to hold
My butterfly fly away with me

Every time I reached for her
She managed to slip away
Takin' my breath away from me
How can I make her stay?
My butterfly, fly away with me, yeah

My heart was beatin' faster
She started to come near
Spread her wings around me
And cast out all my fears
My butterfly, fly away with me, yeah

Now the bright light of her eyes show
She never was leavin' me
Got in me by my efforts to reach her
Leadin' me to be free
My butterfly, fly away with me
(Yeah, yeah, oow)

EDVARD GRIEG , In the Hall of the Mountain King

Schubert "Symphony No 8 "Unfinished" Yehudi Menuhin

Their duet ,Wim Mertens

Antonín Dvořák: Stabat Mater VII (Talich cond.)

Bob Dylan and Mark Knopfler - Don't fall apart on me tonight

Bob Dylan,Beyond Here Lies Nothin'

The Rattles,Ice On Fire

Wim Mertens , Au-Delà Du Fleuve

Wim Mertens, Naviamente

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

"Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

As pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more
Person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you've got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your eyes is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must bow down to authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone living in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To tell fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false goals (gods), I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only"

a monk kissing trees

i do live in a fair bit of seclusion and solitude.
it was good enough, and it may be better so.
i tried to come out, all what happened
is i made a mess out of it, fell on my nose,
experienced all my insufficiency as somebody to stay with,
and now i cannot sleep anymore.

i didn't care enough for the other one,
obviously i had not learned how to do this,
not faced with deep frustration which took me
to blindness in my self into which i fell.

i cannot take myself out of there,
i can only make it a better place to live inside.
and i can create ways for joy,
if not for another one, then for me.

still, i wish to do many things,
travel, see, drink the water of life.
i wish to do it in peace.
i will grow a skin on my soul,
may it be transparent or not,
but i feel i go into resistance to all
and to everybody who tries
to penetrate and infect me.
i see only light inside
and the light of nature.

i see one light in another human,
and i frightened her off.
I couldn't be home in the parallel
world of her coldness, her fear
and her  isolation or whatever it is.
i felt not called.
where i saw joy,
i suddenly felt a burden,
and maybe i cannot carry.

my light is not strong
enough for two.
my own black dungeons
are a burden for her.
she will not carry
my cage.

we could not now see each other,
come near,
translation spoiled the poem.

also i know i cannot
fill any expectation of any person
who believes one can be
a higher developed human
and another may be primitive and inferior,
kindness is not a matter
of education or evolution
but  a gift to be cared for,
it comes out of simplicity and humility
and it is just this.

in all my daily life
i am humble and mostly kind.
i try to say and act
"tat tvam asi".
But here i am helpless,
and only love
and to be loved
could help.

i cannot be loved,
so i must be humbly satisfied
that many humans around like me,
like me for who i am
not only for what i do.
i am busy now
helping my horse
to like and to trust me.

i failed,
being in love
is a beautiful delusion
given by the Gods.
I wake up,
I see i still love
but quite possibly cannot do it.

this is the story
which started as a poem
and ends with being
a monk
kissing trees.

fear is winning,
helplessness turns into war,
and humanity is without hope.
i don't know why a God
has to create man and woman,
why he drove us to propagate
and to feel desire,
but without the impulse
of Eros, without longing
and pain, the song of the birds
and whispered words
turn into noise.

Even silence is another sound,
when love turns into a word
and fear takes presence.