POEMS GROUP 3: CONSIDERATIO

CONSIDERATIO - INDICTMENTS I:

RUNNING GAG

I.
There's a window in heaven,
Belonging to an eternal haven
Of quietness, joy and of peace,
Watching what no one else sees.

II.
Slowly rotating in endless space
There is a planet that homes a race
Which can provide for watchers delight
But also cause a terrible fright.

III.
This fright seems to be the very result
From human's growing from child to adult,
Reason fighting passion and rage,
Causing a lasting, war-filled age.

IV.
A war against humans and nature indeed,
Cruel and not logical, an inhuman breed
Which aims against future, wanting too much,
Not using their knowledge but burning such.

V.
So humans are growing and falling again,
Not seeming to learn from their mistakes then.
The very old game repeats again:
The running gag in heaven is Man.

VI.
Poor ignorant fool, his game makes them laugh!
Laughing at him, fearing on his behalf.
Time's running out, and death is his mate:
When will he see that soon it's too late?

April 12th, 1999

CONSIDERATIO - INDICTMENTS II:

NOTHING, FOR SURE

I.
World is an empty place,
We feel somehow alone,
Fighting the running race
Against what we call home.

II.
World seems to miss a link,
Earth just needs our hands.
Let's now stand up and think,
Destroying ev'ry fence.

III.
Fences and walls will fall,
Don't need them anymore,
Answering future's call -
What are they useful for?

IV.
Future is all we need,
Let's just go work for it.
It won't be far indeed,
Starting just bit by bit.

V.
World is so nice a place
And all it's destiny -
In our hands it stays
And in His harmony.

VI.
That should be all it needs:
Against hatred a cure.
If we fail, all our deeds
Will be nothing, for sure.

April 12th, 1999

CONSIDERATIO - INDICTMENTS III:

THE MYSTERY BEHIND

I.
What is this about,
What has this all meant?
Try listen, not shout,
And come to an end.

II.
The world is a stage
And all we must do
Is follow the script
And try find a clue.

III.
A clue to our life,
The myst'ry behind,
An ongoing strife,
To see that we're blind.

IV.
We're blind and we're deaf,
Not worth any breath,
We come and we leave,
From birth until death.

V.
Now this is no game
Nor is this just fun,
Not a one-way-lane
Since it has begun.

VI.
We must realize
That we are much more
Than just melting ice
In hell's heat-filled core.

VII.
A game not it is
And truth is the key,
A miss is a miss,
Report then must we.

VIII.
You cannot outthink,
You can't run away.
You're part of a link
And once you must stay.

IX.
A place you must choose:
Wherever you stay,
You win or you lose -
Just find the true way.

X.
This way is to live
And not build a wall.
To learn to forgive
Is the hardest of all.

April 12th, 1999