NOWHERE
Nowhere near the sanctity of a sage
On the scene of your grappling stage
The theme you play and what implores
What was then and what came before
The chanting chorus, the lawless souls
Yesterday as tomorrow, the future displays
The clowns, the fools, and the crowds at school
Unrefined beholds the factitious clay
From the start you’ve been told
Nothing endures, not even gold
The grass is cut, the plot is old
The books you read, the lies you hold
The seeds are sown in mud and stones
The planet was born blowing its horns
Sailing the seas, its crown of thorns
Your mind, your mercury
The messenger of vagary
Your treasure, your foundry
Your grief, your lechery
Your pleasure, your treachery
The end of the century
Panic, manic, catatonic
Neurotic anatomic
Platonic melancholic
Dogmatic bureaucratic
Extreme streams, emblematic!
Absolutely problematic
The herds, the birds, the flocks inferred
The mass, the class and what’s preferred
Gamblers, scramblers strangulating the faith
They roll their dice; they call their vice
They aim to entice and set the price
They deal, they wheel and claim they heal
They steal your wealth and claim your health
They seal your fate, bestow their state
Hire, tire, retired, expired!
They hold your breath they warrant your death
Referred, deferred and all that concurred
Infused your vision with blurred precision
Mathematical definitions, statistical incisions
The journey must end when nothing to fend
The ship is wrecked, the letters are penned
The words, the rhymes and what contends
Popping the pills, killing your ills
Instill, refill, go drill your will
Your bill, your spill, you’ll be so still
Unquenched, unhinged your endless thrills
©Von Nachtblau – Feb 22 - 2020
AUTUMN
Autumn dragging its feet
Clinging to its foliage feast
December ingresses at its door
Relenting ultimately to disrobe
Its quilted colorful cloak.
Shedding Its golden yellow sleeves
Red, orange, crimson n green
Burnt amber ‘n sienna leaves
With hints of pinks and blushing peach
Winter knocking blowing its wind
The Shimmering leaves hanging from trees
A prolonged October feast
As chandeliers ‘n ornaments from a Christmas tree.
The rain follows and the call heeds
With a blink of an eye Snow White is here
His awaited bride off her feet
And Fall reluctantly sweeps!
© von Nachtblau - Dec 1, 2024
JUST BE
Just be, let it be
As the moments dissolve
As the days vanish
Escaping mortality
Just be let us be
Together on the road
As the rail leading us somewhere
To a different reality
Together yet separate
Together yet alone
Together yet another entity
And time’s infidelity
Just be and let me be
As the years go by
As time unfolds
With hidden cruelty
Or hidden beauty!
Together hence more
As the road we took forth
Little moment we share
Utter Eternity
vonNachtblau - NYC – 1998
ANONYMOUS
If I could, I would be invisible
Close my eyes and disappear
No religion or identity
No race or nationality
No place or a country
Just no limits is the boundary
Why should I have a name
Isn’t it just to find and blame
Why should I have a social security
Isn’t it but to add to my insecurity
How about a big title in a corporation
Just another name fit for investigation
Stateless all I want to be
Anonymous just let me be
No gender to hinder
No Prozac to stack
Or Viagra to brag
No pills to swallow
Or bills to pay
Let me be
Let me be who I am
Isn’t it what this is all about Uncle Sam
Am I insane? Or you think I’m vain
No status for your apparatus
Let me be, let me be who I am
Anonymous
Is just my name
Anonymous
Is but my fame
vonNachtblau - NYC 1997
CLlNTORUS MANIAS
Is it morality in questions
His lies or ours that we deny
Or our inner perversions
Or the use of our private parts
Which is the talk of crowd at hart
Gynecological politics
And who is Starr from the start
Just another invasive man
Lawyer Voyeur with a reckless call
Lucifer wannabe saviour
A Nazi who claims to be God
Media Republicans or Democrats
Three labels for same damn brand
Bunch of bandit running the scene
With an audience….
Blind to their schemes it seems!
A devine comedy from the start
Facing the nation as a farce
Pussy Galore in Dixieland!
vonNachtblau - NYC - 1997
WAKE UP
Wake up people wake up!
The world is slowly dying
Stop the wars
Stop the installation
Stop the traitors of every nation
America
The world is bleeding
Wake up people wake up
Americans are still dreaming
Time to stop the clock
For a moment
Forget the buck
America is not Black
America is not White
America is not Red
America is not Blue
America is not Green
America is beyond
Beyond your pale colors
Your fake rainbows
And plastic Stars
America is not for play
America is not a gender
America is not young nor tender
Nor your Ladyboy puberty bender
America is not Caucasian
America is not Asian
Nor should fret or fear an invasion
America is not European
Nor your foot soldier or your peon
America is not Ariel
Nor should fight or die for Zionist Israel
America is not Arab soil
Nor should die or kill for oil
America is not Hispanic
Nor should die of panic
America is not Christian
That brought about African slavery,
The Inquisitions, the Holocaust
And the genocide Of Native American Indians
America is not Muslim
That kills and terrorizes each other’s nations
America is lost
Lost in the hands of ghosts
Leaders of the kingdom of death
Wake up people wake up
They thought they’d catch your breath
Strip away your souls
America must be a colorful nation
America must be for true Liberty, for innovation
America must stand for Justice, for Equity and Peace
Not your Corporate greed, thievery and exploitation
America must be for real prosperity
Not for wars and bullying other nations
America must be for a meaningful mission
For the world, be a uniting force, not a divisive force
America must be for real human evolution
Not your violent and criminal revolutions
Stand up stand up
Stop the wars mend the sores
Save the Constitution from prostitution
Protect the Institution
Stop the political whores
©vonNachtblau - NYC - 2005
GREEN
High I fly with eagles
Never a rooted tree
Trapped, but can be free
And my roots are just boots
I wear them walking the streets
Just a page turned
From the old book of past
And the past in my hand is
Nothing but fleeing sand
I escape and reflect
Here in the land of green
And my heart is always green
Fertile as these open fields
Green as you have never seen
©vonNachtblau - Germany – 1998
LET’S SING ALONG
Let’s sing along
Where do we belong
Let the words tell the story
Let’s be strong and stop the wrong
Too much hate so much at stake
Leaving us a bad taste
Media feeding on politics
Strangulating essential ethics
Truth left in the Attic
Violence and war
Speaking of the norm
Standing on the brink of a storm
Resistance struggling with indifference
Propaganda a world agenda
A composition, a symphony for war
Destruction is at store
Democracy! Nothing but hypocrisy
A crisis for humanity
East and West, same at best
Let alone the rest
Living in times of crime
Shrouded with disgrace
Fear is left for you to embrace
Peace! Just a shrine
A refuge for the unlawful slime
Religion, politics, the corporate huddle
The elite of the holy brothel
Let’s sing along
Where do we belong?
Let the words tell the story
Let’s be strong and stop the wrong
Let the spirit bring glory
Words, poetry, music, the Arts
Together we can start
Let’s sing along, louder stronger
Together we belong
Let the revolution the Stifled EVOLUTION!
Take over nations
With truth, with love together we can start
Shredding the establishment apart
Changing the world at heart
vonNachtblau - NYC - May - 2005
TIME
We live in a world so intense
Struggling with time with no defense
Children today but tomorrow old
Fighting with time but time is bold
In the silence of the night I hear
The ticking of a clock in my ear
Awakens the thoughts while we’re asleep
Of a time, a day we fear so deep
Running hiding away from timing
Time never stops and keeps on going
A day goes by a year is passing
Spring has gone, winter is smiling
The shadow of death covers us all
Where the world ends when reaching its wall
What remains, from a skeleton a piece of bone
And from a mountain, a piece of stone
Boston - 1987