Phil John Kneis:
DISPVTATIO - SHAPES III:
OUT OF MIND
(ENNEALOGY, PART FOUR OF NINE)
Eichwalde, October 19th, 1997 - P#77
With quietness filled and calm with peace
Not any of the smallest piece
Disturb now can a mind at ease -
No matter, what would elsewhen tease
Or force the will to join a path
That not a reason for he hath,
Now all those things are gone, are dead,
Now none of "those" could ever bet
When he would break or run away
Or when of fear he still would stay
And not to move just able be -
Now all what were for them to see
Is now just gone and none with light,
It went away with all this might
That revelations us present.
Nowhere he reached, nowhere he went,
The times of people are now bent
And entering an unknown land
He just arrives at what we fear
And what to heaven is just near.
What first was told, the future seems
And all of all the untold realms
Just to describe and here to write -
And all of all the times with pride
To seem so small, so sad, so strange,
To all that comes we can't arrange
A thing that helps, a thing we built,
And all of all with fear are filled -
Unknown the things that there us wait,
Unknown the places where we stayed
And where we go, but what today?
Does any one know what a way
It is that we are passing through?
Has any one the slightest clue?
Don't tell me we would know a thing -
Don't tell about a cosmic string,
Don't show me quarks, not beams, not mass,
Don't show me particles that pass,
They are just names but stay unknown
And truth in riddles is just shown.
The dreams deep down seem like a link
Ad seem to be the slightest wink,
An almost funny way to see.
Estranged there all the things would be,
The words we hear and sight is clear
But so is fear us nowhere near -
It comes when darkness will arrive
But stays all time in dreamless live.
What kind of help do words provide?
Aren't they just thoughts that seem more tight?
Seem more advanced? Or calmed? Or proof?
To me they seem both way aloof
And near to nil. We see no light
And never will with our might.
All light is gift, all dark we do,
And all of this attached with glue
To us now seems and seems to stay.
What words we pray, what work we lay,
At any time who sees behind
Is fast declared as out of mind.
The dreams deep down I wish were true,
I hope they not at times just flew
To me to make my mind go wreck.
I see a silent, greeting speck,
A speck of space and speck of time
Where all my written thoughts shalt rhyme -
To rhyme because in troubled sea
Some guidance should be there with thee.
The times go slow, the times explode,
What unknown was is now been showed,
We grow in knowledge, grow in might,
But grow to darkness or to light?
Is out of mind the one who asks?
Is it the one who does his tasks?
But what to ask - or what to do.
Who is us friend, who is a foe,
We wait and wonder all the days,
The time itself the same not stays
But humans do and always have,
They always want a lead and staff.
We lead the wars and choose the leads,
We lie to formulate the needs,
We steal from neighbors, steal from earth,
We sell what really has no worth,
We buy to own and not to use,
And what we use will some time fuse
And not then work - throw it away!
And we won't any place just stay,
At least not for a long, long time.
To save the planet isn't prime,
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me!
Through all the "me"s then what we see
Is all the guys that want to live.
That means that we are told to give,
To give some bread, to give some hope,
But do we do? Or say we: Nope!?
Let's hope no judge is watching now,
Let's hope the future is a tow
That holds us tight and will not fail,
If not, the darkness will prevail.
No nicer words am I to use?
Not tell that we will some day lose?
Not tell that life deserves much more?
Not tell to follow sacred lore?
I don't say thing that new just seem,
I just say things that have just been
A known agenda to us all.
And nothing will apart just fall
That proves not wrong and seems just right.
The Lord will judge the dark from light,
That is no choice, no myth, no tale,
That's not what needed cross and nail.
A fact it is, and known to all -
And not a subject to a poll.
Deep down our' days with Him we go,
Deep in a boat together row,
Deep in the dark together shine,
Deep down in fear together whine,
Deep down the dreams together think,
Deep down the minds we share a link.
April 2th, 1999