As lyrical as it may sound, I am the last bay in an unbroken line of an old German-Suebian ancestry of blacksmiths; in these tractorized days the 'smithy works' of old now trotting along on somewhat lighter feet than with the beasts of burden in my grandfathers' days, but my own shop's clients, in the form of thoughts & ideas for composing poetry, are still as swift-pacing as their horses could have been then, the wilder among them sometimes as hard to saddle.
I, therefore, in 1988, had moved away from the hectic environs of my native Germany so as to be able to steep myself in my engagements on more tranquil shores, and have eversince been living in the south-west of the Philippine island of Mindanao. Secretly I'm harbouring dreams of reaching, one day, shores still farther-out - those of Madagascar, with a people related to these here in the Far East.
I would like to see people take courage and stand up to work for the coming of a better world, without the killing seriousness of any old-type ideology. This, and other humorous aspects, I'm trying to express through my poems.
If God were a man, he might descend on earth,
open shop down here,
like all the other fellows do,
charge his tokens for his rays of sun
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Why won't the acclaimedly intelligent beings of the animal world,
Called the humans,
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Modern man has come to know
to tame the horse for riding it.
Why would our hominide ancestors,
contemporaries of dinosaurs,
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From out of my heart I despise
Each and every slave of material matters
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Are we really present in this body
when we pass at night
through our lands of dream?
Supposed we wanted to
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