Written On Stone
Whit'red By Centuries
Of Weather And
Destructive Walkers
But What It Does Say
Is Not What It Said
When Meaning Was Still
Locked In Consistent

Descriptions, Related
Words, As If Invented
By One, And Not By
Many Like Now, Hence
And Maybe, Does It
Here Still Make Sense
Or Has It Become Mere Play
For The Ones Never Understanding Anyway:

The Actors Have Freedom
And Can Leave The Play
But Never Return The Same
And Even If They Would They
Would Hide Themselves Ashamed
In Their Forgotten Speech With Words
That Only Expressed Selfsatisfaction
For The Hidious Glory Of Individualism

While Today Every Sentence Is Like A Song
Sung By A Pluralist Choir For All With Many

WHATEVER DONE AND DID NOT FIT THIS LIFE
THEY FILED UNDER 'WEIRD' OR 'FAILURE'
AND NOW THAT A LIFE HAS ENDED ALL IS GONE
EXCEPT THESE WORDS FADING ON THIS STONE, DECAYING

A LIFE FULL OF DUTIES, CHOICES, AND PLANS
TBH IN TIME NOT A LOT WORKED OUT VERY WELL
ONLY THE BARE FUN WITH A DISTURBANCE ONCE
IN A WHILE AND A PITY NO ONE IS LEFT TO TELL

FORGET THE PAST
IGNORE THE PRESENT
CLAIM THE FUTURE
(YOUNG FARMERS CLAIM FUTURE)

NO NEED TO BE BURRIED IN YOUR NATIVE PLACE
WHEN SURROUNDED BY GREEN MOUNTAINS
(Saigo Takamori, Mao Zedong, Gívan Belá)

the walls, the ceiling, the floor
the piano covered with various objects
all stands stable and firm
but their bodies moved and
intertwined with subtle sounds

only to be heard from inside the
bliss, rage and extasy
till later on that dark lit night
the rhythms of hearts and breaths
unfolding slow but intricate

absorbed by everything and all around
the walls, the ceiling, the floor
the piano, various objects too
exhausted bodies and thoughts
moving further apart as the morning broke

The fields once filled with whistles and noises.
Birds and others now move awkwardly.
Useless energy welling up out of nowhere,
The cold and freeze fading below the heat.
The clouded sun makes all living dig holes,
Climb trees, try to hide and expose oneselves,
At the same time before the grass starts
Growing to turn at once to ashes. The piles of sawdust
That trees and plants have become, are blown away
by a sudden storm, an unexpexted blizzard
Very much wished for but feared, not loved.
For it makes it difficult to breath at times.

And dogs don't bark anymore.

01 WE ARE SO HAPPY NOW ON COMMON GROUND
02 GONE ARE THE DAYS OF ETERNAL CONFLICT
03 AND STRIFE AS WE BECAME EQUAL ALL
04 WE DON'T LOOK UP AND NEITHER DOWN
05 NAKED AS WE STAND WE ARE ALL BOSSES
06 AND WORKERS IN EVERY SENSE AS WELL
07 THERE ARE NO SINS AND THERE IS NO EVIL
08 WHEN ALL ONLY FACE ONE ANOTHER THE SAME
09 ONCE OUR LANGUAGE WAS UNIFIED AS FUTURE
10 WE COULD ONLY UNDERSTAND WITHOUT MISTRUST
11 ALL DECISIONS ARE IN THE HANDS OF THE CREATIVE
12 WHICH IS NO ONE ELSE BUT OURSELVES: A HAPPY LOT
13 DIVERSE WE STAND FIRM ON COMMON GROUND, COMPLEX AND AS ONE!

DON'T CUT THE GRASS, ENJOY
LET IT GROW HIGHER, IN JOY
DON'T CUT THE ROSES AND FLOWERS
DON'T PICK THEM, DON'T FIX THEM
THEIR SEEDS WANT TO FLY

MUNCH ON THE VEGETABLES RAW
AND COLLECT THE FRUITS AFTER
THEY FELL FROM THE TREE BEFORE
ROT AND MOULD TAKE THEIR SHARE
AS BIRDS AND DOGS WE STOOP

LEAVE THE GROUNDS BARE
FORESTS WILL SPRING FROM THEM
RICH, AND DENSE, AND GREEN
THE BIRDS DON'T FLY BUT BARK
THE DOGS DON'T HOWL BUT WHISTLE

refrain:
WE ARE ALL FORMER HUMANS, FREE!

hidden in a barrel
with almost no oxygen

no one could see her
or hear or smell

she felt being rolled out
in anguish and without orientation

no one ever said she could
could not but the barrel rolled on

she thought it must have been
something historical like a picture

but then what time was it from?
then she secretly ate a fish

that is not supposed to happen
even not in there, without air

it was an urge, a compulsion
an inner thought or worse

the group in discussion was all in contempt
some wanted naopak to praise him in the end

he dreamt of opening a big heavy door
he went into the freezer room

and closed it quick, with a double lock
never to be opened again, while he ate the fish

of course nowadays
where are the fishes?

there are the birds thin
they eat no dogs and
they hop hop hop up
they almost fly again

there are the dogs corpulent
they eat birds and everything
they hoover they soar and drop
they almost walk again

Yesterday loved the clouded sunshine, the harsh hail,
And the turbulent wood dust winds over the waters.
Velocities and accelerations make our feathers grey,
You were on my mind while hungry and wanted to be devoured.

Today was writing some poems in our future unified language,
About all things we may share and thought we could meet somehow.
Maybe tomorrow, just let me know what time and if you really want to,
But keep the distance so your hunger and habit will not butt in.

Just thought it would be nice,
And be together in euphony.
Though we know that birds and dogs,
Don't mix beside the love that a~

Flew in silently, all webbing legs folded
Noticed you writing in transceiver mode
Blocked out all what was beforehand or secondhand
Believed your honest gnawing wish and hope

There is no resist, no wait, no flee
There is only the signal to consume

Now you are gone, some emptiness remains
We humans of a split dog-bird double kind
Can only but agree to contradict in unison
And as you perish, I decompose as well and dazzle

while diving in a rock

Today the governing is invisible, private and common altogether.
The empty buildings from former times remain a symbol of how it went wrong.
After the era of managing management like elections and reports, debates, and consultations,
The times for inactive operationability have started and were consensually approved of.

So nobody comes forward, rather all;
Only good faith and intensions, prevail;
No stratifications, just words and ideas;
to move up and down and are debated silently.

The private means, the freedom within the common may be lost,
The councils have been abandoned for meeting rooms, discussion platforms and groups,
And decisions that were before never taken can surface again as we go along,
And all and everything can be effected before done and gone! Rejoice!

the end of the world
is just 5 hours away
by train of course and
by car just the same

don't tell me
you can't make it

sort of endof

low
middle
high

4 counts
rest
twenty times