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Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

So Never How come you forget the pain when it killed hope as well How come you forget when you’re left no words to tell See with loving dreamful eyes your sleeping baby child He or she safe at home in the sweet womb of the night Nor the wickedest son of evil would ever attempt that life You think, as your heart breathes love so distant from any strife But you promised to remember and cry it out from the roofs Spite of all those hideous criminals spreading fake disproofs ‘Cos a time still so recent which belongs to us so far Not even newborns were spared by the gory scar With which men no more men injured our history Like baleful memoir of black lies and mystery But we won’t allow them more monstrosity to beget. Because we are no longer willing, ever after, to forget…

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Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

What went They used to call us longhair and hippie With so much scorn but we were just zippy We never brought rifles, we never declared wars We just wanted to cross highways and open new doors Shin up stairways to heaven and burn And smoke on the water as the age took a turn We called the hotel California or whatever To say you failed despite your best endeavor Be saint your society of money and order Where the only rule is to exasperate the border And as nobody can’t get no satisfaction You cast all over the forces of reaction Maybe somebody hitchhiked their way Coming from far away across the USA If we assume USA is the world What’ve we got and what’ve we been told I am the wizard, the freed and the seeker Whereas you’re the bleak smile kicker Say it again, I'm blown away

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Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

That’s All Folks! You people know where to look when your eyes lay weary And they don’t rest behind crystal tears. You got so many places to have fun, run and die... Well, open a new way out. Tell me now honey, tell me truth Have you ever been dancing all night long? How many stars did you count? How many times did you hear the sea sliding upon the cliff? I can’t remember. I pretended to be winged sometimes, I would like to hear that whine once more Still wasting myself away and letting the sun come here with no strain No words, Stars make no sound. There might be some quiet in the misty night Doing the snow to be more high and the river flood up. I smelt your scent around tearing my breast like a lance. I would like to read higher, over the heads of the ancient ones about what moved their deeds what came from their hearts and what came out of a reason never true Furtum est contrectatio rei fraudolosa lucri faciendi gratia vel ipsius rei vel etiam usus eius possessionisve Always unfair, changeable, fickle and faint… What had we been stolen, what is to be given back to us? Tell me great wise man, I’d love to know how many Times the servant will give up to the master And whether the lady does hand out kisses from her sugary lips or go along with sailors that die slapping the foam of the seas waking on vessels of silver hiding trinkets of copper will she render the bitter view? 3


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

I wished I had a dry mind, easy to oblivion indulgent to amenity, if any… A mind where the dark rules just needing a fake light to read. Quasi quidquam infelicius sit homine cui sua figmenta dominantur Spirit believes by nature and by nature the will does love; Because lack of real things, they cling on to fake ones indeed. There might not be any authority out of us It rests inside of us and made us free from a god to slave ourselves to the demon within. Now you tell me if What you pretend, crave for, call it by magic, has a soul within it by means of your longings… Wünshen: to want, to wish Zaubern: to charm I belong to myself, that’s just a poor thing Not to find love, comfort or peace save in me, within me, only to me. What’s the search of spirit if I’m going to lose my flesh and change into a mild shape? I am a rule coming out of another rule most general which encloses me in. Where is my target? I’m not to touch the edge of your garments any longer, they will fall upon my face as cold and smooth as sheets I’ll bare my countenance out and break my chains down... I don’t want any eyes We greeted Foucalt’s perspective It looked something not ephemeral to consider our freedom But the power takes over again and again, it shuts all the space for the spirit to fly It doesn’t find enough opponents So, established learning decides which place lives and speech are allowed to meet each other And it regulates what is fake and what is real Think that any elsewhere to exist? Where lives are shared, 4


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

An exodus, a new exodus, A migration to a new land... Fragilitas We want an unswerving cause to assume the good into the rule of our will Save the rule ends up to be the faint cause when it comes to action Rise up Come down Catch the wind Untie the cloak Enclose the waters Draw the borders Shall I drink from that cup again...? And, if you do know, tell me the name of the son!

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Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

The Poem of the last knight Two are the directions of the look “is”and “ought” Glass & Crystal Reflexes & Reflections Ships all over the seas Out in the space... The knight was sitting by the shore Along the river the water boiled. Dreaming in the hugeness of his mind He lived many lives and Started to feel the shade & the pain, The cold & and the strain. And a long and troubled way before he could meet someone to be the light of his life. Voices of children The very truth, only the very truth Vanishing into the void Vow & declare it Shouting at the top of the voice But it might just take one word which speaks volumes. Never fear to fly over the hazy wall Don’t let it be haunting at you. Come on, Greek hero give us your safety and give us your justice: One Come on, you troubled prince show us your stir and show us your doubt: Nobody Come on, you Mr. Science let us know your point of view, let us know your pure theory: One hundred thousand The Third will bring us a heavy question What does our job provide for? 6


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

Twisted in the wind our past went thru. Which of you are going after it? Law, System & Order Changing weapons for the next world Mobsters & mob rules Is this the way? What’s left to share and What’s left to spin out into the light? Merciful powers! To accustom promises will be a great big fight To challenge the Nature impossible still.... What can we find out again to help this wave get to the shore? bring kindly these bones sore & worn? put out this constant & burning sorrow? I felt a fireball blowing up into my head Everything is moving on! We were searching for gods and we were looking for saints Lame teacher Dumb & dazed in a smoky pub Blind & directionless We want men and women made by mind & heart to teach us history by digging into the events. Crystal jails And walls veiled & polished, red ones The man came, took her arm and brought into the cage The power, the authority, the swine The bourgeois state is to defend bourgeois rights It hides the crimes behind the smiling face of Freedom 7


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

The poor ones suffer & die But it’s important for you to run to shatter They’ll be haunting you. Is & Ought Reinvented Ghost, mystified Symbol words, relativity Interruption of rules. And sounds, many sounds Celebrate the triumph upon the brains’ slaughter. Paper, thorns, metal Nothing I’m thinking is meaningless Let the top of the triangle stings your soul I would only know your dreams But you’ve always been burying them. I would touch your heart..... No..... never owning.... just touch it..... Spots on my clothes No... not the first time, you know The sky was red, this morning too. Fly higher, ‘til you can Haven’t you got any wings We’re all missing in haze deserts. Where our job & our death are? No more! Water, walls, dry soil Painful bones Bones of fire I would like to have just a sweet wonderful wife-mate she to get me ashore by the river I’ll get by myself but I won’t be willing to watch, to listen to. Feeling & then leaving. Light & shining moments 8


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

You were there. Let’s meet again, wordless. Dust, memories and gentle smiles in your eyes. I won’t steal anything. The sun is sinking in the sea Be this night magic to you. I’m waiting to see the children play expecting to hear their voices rejoice. Little cats & young dogs I’ll be as happy as the day is long. Away, longer and longer Never back. Empty jar, Parched soil Dry eyes Night & blood Blood & night Break Snow Bust illusion Dark mirrors, polished, golden The Ancient Greek world saw gods from so far away Never it felt their love, It couldn’t know, ever. Rome wrote the words upon its own lips’ gods The waiting of the Jews vain & impossible. Talk to me about a people that loved God and called “Mother” the earth. Let me wander Our mind will never be tired Are we a small number? We are ! 9


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

Picture, impressionism, cubism Views, all different All moving to the same one point The scene can enclose all the shapes. Each meaning is the significant too. We did request to bring our justice upon the eagles’ wings and move on to the sun. Dream Dull drops make sight confused Long months, years The sailor called out screaming for the land but he found water again. Let your dark fears fall down into the light You’re putting your tears on little green leaves. Breath, Ghost, Thirst Soul, sweet smell, sleep Acute pain by deep wound Hogs that don’t know their fathers harrow their children tear their flesh to pieces. Hesiod and Thucydides, once more. Slowed down sequence Gloom & cold Amazed young women Horses through the rainbow You’ve never heard such gentle sounds filling up such kind words before. Stirs, heart of ice. Lie, yes, the lie, untruth. No life out and far from the truth. Lies & death No truth, no love No love, no life. 10


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

Last trip A child so sweet, candid, eating chocolate upon the time’s knees Into the folds of history he lays Among tales of smoky battles: wars of men. Wounded glance, broken heart, damned life You, ghosts of time crowding the rooms empty of toys, filled with dust, brimful of stars Where does your morning arise And your ship sail from? A man with gorgeous energies had beat the iron, shaped the keys. Why did you close the doors of the world? Who are you? You, great solver of puzzles, what are you gonna ask me more? Upset woman, I loved you in silence! Clear man, I couldn’t hold your step. Tender old woman, we’ll meet again and we’ll be young. The wave came from the sea and came to impose its force. Young soldiers, sailors of the celestial vastness We missed a king to conquer the dust. Our fathers will be laughing from the past thousands Fairy hair girl, light dancer You lived your cheerful time Impossible love. Sweet, precious very rare flower Heaven for a shipwrecked, shining hope My eyes have seen God and His own goodness! Little squaw, dream of a great love You have fallen into the darkness But an ocean arose and called me to life again Source of love by sweet kind name Eyes of sky, hair of sun You drove the white lady away You filled my cup with honey 11


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

My memories are full to the brim with your tender caresses But a heavy wave dragged me off. Attempted love, robbed prince Widow queen, you gonna get another reign. Old man, old man, can you remember the red cherry one? Reach out your hand to me I will talk about my life, I will talk about sorrow and I’ll give you my joys My blood for a little peace, A little peace, a little peace... Black knight on the wings Beat of an instant Passion of life, shade of misfortune You left your women crying Sparkling messenger, not understood, never heard Another turn of this crazy wheel and I’m gonna meet you again... Some hard working man was sowing his soil Sowing and awaiting His patience was great His love was tried out His life completed. Men of the big hall You belong to the world and decide of it I’ve seen your flowers withering Your dry soils no more beloved by the sky. Another one kind faint voice Once more my name and yours Join together into the roominess of the space around us The gentle touch of an angel And my life gonna meet the eternal. Eastern child, my nice guest You did never escape 12


Fragments from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer ©

You’ve been watching thru my eyes How many of them were seeing you? Lotus flower, early fruit of oblivion I shall get back to my land hidden child And I’ll be dressing of you. Daughter of my youth Born with the sword, win life my soul love, discover the world and get amazed of it! My love, blue eye sight, ocean of peace Keep me under your sky my fair lady All my whole life just to be a moment with you.

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Fragments from Out of Wens  

scattered poems from Out of Wens, by Bob J. Zehmer (C)

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