Heb weinig en je zult er bij winnen;
Heb veel en je raakt in verwarring.

Wat?

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.

And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this
song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your
soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how
you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've
sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a
stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the
moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your
night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all
right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all
right.

Wat gebeurt er in een politiek-correcte en hypocriete samenleving
wanneer de gekwetste gevoelens norm en maatstaf worden?

een lichtflits tussen twee eeuwigheden duisternis.

Fragen eines lesenden Arbeiters

Wer baute das siebentorige theben?
In den Büchern stehen die Namen von Königen.
Haben die König die Felsbrocken herbeigeschlappt?
Und das mehrmals zerstörte Babylon-
Wer baute es so viele Male auf? In welchen Häusern
Des goldstrahlenden Lima wohnten die Bauleute?
Wohin gingen an dem Abend, an dem die chinesische
Mauer fertig war
Die Maurer? Das große Rom
Ist voll von Triumphbögen. Wer errichtete sie? über
wen
Triumphierten die Cäsaren? Hatte das vielbesungene
Byzanz
Nur Paläste für seine Bewohner? Selbst in dem
sagenhaften Atlantis
Brüllten in der Nacht, wo das Meer es verschlang
Die ersaufenden nach ihren Sklaven.

Der junge Alexander eroberte Indien.
Er allein?
Cäsar schlug die Gallier.
Hatte er wenigstens einen Koch bein sich?
Philipp von Spanien weinte, als seine Flotte
Untergegangen war. Weinte sonst niemand?
Friedrich der Zweite siegte im Siebenjährigen Krieg.
Wer
Siegte außer ihm?

Jede Seite ein Sieg.
Wer kochte den Siegesschmaus?

Alle zehn Jahre ein großer Mann.
Wer bezahlte die Spesen?

So viele Berichte.
So viele Fragen.

If,
again
I have a chance to meet,
there is so much I want to ask
and so much I want to tell.

(from Imagine finding me: Images and Words by Chino Otsuka, published in 2006)

http://www.dajf.org.uk/event_page.asp?Section=Eventssec&a...

The world is like a mirror, you see?
Smile and your friends smile back

Niet terug naar tijden waar er niets te zien is omdat alles al vergeten is.

Een australische zwerver die ik in 1973 heb leren kennen
en die enkele maanden later voorgoed verdween,
heeft één gedicht achter gelaten:

1 stoel bezit
1 tafel leegte
en 100 jaar leven van plezier

My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

  Zwevend over een golf van leegte,
balancerend op de balans van
wijsheid en zonde.
Zal de heilige nacht ons bedriegen
met dromen over regen en geuren?
 

I live in a house with a mouse

A wise man makes his own decisions,
an ignorent man follows the public opinion

Sitting alone.......
in my dark creepy room..........
and that abhorrent feeling
is eating my soul.................

It really hurts
when you feel you are alone...............
still waiting..
for some one to come and knock your door...........
or even give you a call...............
still waiting..
for someone to help you through it all....
still waiting..
for someone who can prevent the fall of your soul...........

I cant understand
people anymore...........
and i have a desire
to crush them all...............

I want to fly to another palce
that is safe.....and warm......
where i can find a friend to tell me:
never frown...............
cause you are not alone.........anymore...

Het feit dat een gelovige gelukkiger is

dan een skepticus is net zo'n onzin

als het feit dat een dronkeman gelukkiger is

dan iemand die niet gedronken heeft.

Een leven in de duisternis, zo koud als een kerstochtend.