POEMS GROUP 3: CONSIDERATIO

CONSIDERATIO - COMPLEXIONS I:

NOTHING TO LOSE

I.
Nothing to lose,
But what yet to gain?
I walk in my shoes
And hope, not in vain

II.
My life then will be.
When nothing at all
Is all I now see.
The future's a wall

III.
That waits for my time.
But when will awake
The true self of mine,
To see what to take

IV.
And know what to say,
How long then to wait,
And know what a way
I once shall create?

V.
Is really no worth
And nothing at all
Existing on Earth
That's joining the call

VI.
For future indeed
And humans of course,
And all it will need
Is doing no worse.

VII.
And ev'rything's said,
But nothing is done,
So now you feel sad:
You have not yet won.

VIII.
The task is too large,
And large is the dream,
But where lies the charge
To build a new realm,

IX.
A realm not of might,
A realm not of fear,
A realm not too tight
But justice so sheer.

X.
Eternal a dream,
A dream quite of some,
And may it not seem:
Yet once it will come.

April 12th, 1999

CONSIDERATIO - COMPLEXIONS II:

TO ASK AND TO KNOW

I.
The time just goes by and is gone
Whenever you're near to have won -
But darkness will cover you then
And asking is all you now can.

II.
Just floating and diving away
And knowing no more where to stay,
In distances sunlight will shine;
My own self in fact starts to whine.

III.
This whine is a noise not to hear,
A fragment just, always with fear;
It's pushing and driving me mad
And showing what chances I had.

IV.
The chances will vanish once then
And darken my heart once again,
Dividing me from what's the place
Where nothing at all ever stays.

V.
No static and peace ever now,
My soul is not able to tow
These pieces together with me,
It cannot believe what I see.

VI.
To see is just one step aback,
And all I can find is a lack;
I'm lacking the truth, and I fear
Believing is all I'll get here.

April 12th, 1999

CONSIDERATIO - COMPLEXIONS III:

IRRELEVANT?

I.
Where all the days
With shades of grays
Are filled with cries
And don't play dice,

II.
Where all the times
In all the rhymes
And voices too
Is nothing new,

III.
Where ev'ry place
The same just stays
And nothing grows
And nothing flows,

IV.
Where news are rare
And people dare
Not even speak
And seem so weak,

V.
Where fear is shown
And nothing known
And hope is gone
And death has won,-

VI.
Irrelevant
Just to the end?
Or will that be
For them to see?

April 12th, 1999