From foggy darkness into the light

There burrs cold wet desolation
over the beaches of poverty's landings
 
and there roams silence in the fog
like citations from famous ghosts

 over sand and empty beaches like empty streets
memories alone don't make no single noise no more
What remains is just a blinking of ads without meaning
in this wet cold darkness
of a postcapitalist
drama
and a
drain

But then when all have lost their voices
their wallets and their greedy needs
and stand naked in their hopes

suddenly:

Out of the darkness there rises a sun

and a heart starts to sing while walking
the line up
the ramp out
into the light

There shines a reflection of hope
on the surfaces of cobbled streets
a caress of peace
in that blindness
a hit of warmth
on sure faces
that lived underneath
waiting for this moment

when there shall be light
in ourselves as well as in our loneliness
a bit of warmth and a bit of a bless

Yes there is hope and there are tales
as old as the sun and its son
so do yourself a favor
relax from your labor
give light to your hearts
give warmth to your loves
and celebrate the turning of
that cold wet hard foggy tide
into a sea of warm bright shining light of future
now

Have a wonderful
                                  turn into light!

Stone of Hamlet

down by the riverside

swans await their sunday special

cold wind * warming winter sun + cold blue water

 
canards throw a flight show into windy skies

racing too fast too close over my camera eyes

    slow fingers turn to stone...

Once upon a time

there was a land by the great waters

where the Stones lived a peaceful and quiet life 

 

but there was strive on the horizons and the winds whispered of a discontent

that soon should fly by not to amend but to break the plain field of harmony

Up on the tower in game play with gravity the observing eye of peacefulness

was the first to observe signs and lights of deep distress 

reflecting on the river

first shiver

It summoned walls against the anger and the fear

to clear the field and soothe the vision

second shiver

A ring of force was created

and a wave of peace ran through a sea of stones

preparing the field and setting the stage

for an old story of lust greed and rage

a story about power and the shifting of thrones

Meet Prince Hamlet 

in a stony and untrue translation of Shakespeare's invention

There he stands without a knave 

in the setting of a sun next to his father's grave

There is hope in despair burning on his pale face

because peace is amiss and all hatred has no grace

when you're up against your self and your very own place

But the shoulder of the tower renewed his confidence

and he staged a cunning play for all men to see 

themselves in a mirror of stones

asking questions throwing bones

 How often are you the king in lust and greed?

How often are you the queen in the same need?

How often are you Hamlet obeying his father's ghostly pleads?

And when do you turn into another Hamlet freeing souls playing beats?

& now imagine 

that Hamlet 

is no role and no stone

is nothing but your mind and your voice

rising high and clear in peaceful opposition

against the abasement of all blessed ones by greed and pressure

& you will counter with forgiveness and a caress

for those who torture themselves and all others 

when spreading the same pains they suffered

& you will simply show them that

we do not have to live on exploitation 

of the Self and of that Other your brother

we may prosper in exaltation

of the humble ways

& then you may smile in revelation

Malta III

Lessons from an Urban Desert in the Middle of Our Sea

I

Do not fall for the Bastion.

the only time the walls were put to use
was when Napoleonic troops turned them
against a rising people

II

Surrealism surrounds you.

and magical realism too

III

Columns hold the Sky.

and buildings try 

IV

The Street observes.

in calm domestication







V

Sun sets with a Bang of Colors.

shower in light

VI

There lies a windy desert in Our Middle Sea.

tourists flock and seekers flee























VII

Some views and oddities - between Valletta and Mdina

I continue today without those many words

Here come the colours of another two days

without that stormy wind

of beginnings

but sunny set

and with some specialties right out of the streets
- from Valletta to Mdina -

the plazas

the walls

the fields

and statues

all sport their shiny ways
just like the knight's golden cathedral

Full of gold and full of lime stone
tone in tone
set to stay
but hey
here they come
the oddities!

from broken crosses



to broken crashed ads

to hanged cctvs

and destroyed faces

the list goes on to question sender and receiver

 but also if the good appearance is a deceiver
and if only the shadow still shows the plight
of that transfer on one of these nights
on a rocky boat on Our Middle Sea
were they paid for the passage
into slavery

but hey
I did not ask
and am probably wrong

they walk fast and trod strong
into another night

gone