February 2015 Notebook

by

Klaus J. Gerken

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Blessed Be The All Knowing God

Let's see, if the
fruit of the
forbidden tree
contained 
all the knowledge
god didn't want
Adam to
know about
it wasn't
very much 
was it?

God kicked
'em out of Eden 
and they had
to till the land
fend for themselves
and childbirth
became labour

The God who knew
everything
certainly didn't
put much knowledge
in that tree
other than
temptation.

kjg 2 Feb 2015

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Life is a dull amazement.

kjg 627am 3 feb 2015

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deed

i am not of this world
i am not of this time
the failure of learning
derails the sublime

they want it to be easy
without a single thought
don't question who offers
as long as it's called god

so take up armaments and punish
whoever disagrees
death's a simple ending
no proof rewards the deed

kjg 1126pm 5 feb 2014

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knot

it was early in the morning
about the break of day
i didn't get a warning
and the waiter was away

i had to serve your beauty
no roses but the thorns
if love had such commitment
no one would be born

i heaved a sigh and relinquished
to what servitude there was
the freedom of my failure
to the undone gordian knot

kjg 1226am 6 feb 2015

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To paraphrase Pavlov: "A dog will always give up freedom to survive."

kjg 125am 6 feb 2015

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Beyond

As the starlings swarm
in a concise murmuration
humanity swarms
upon the face of Gaia
ever changing
twisting
into what collects
its entity
into a clear concise
consciousness
over time and
evolution
ultimately morphing
into something
far beyond its own
comprehension

kjg 138pm 6 feb 2016

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coastal fog
listen
to the ocean

kjg 1248pm 6 feb 2016


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Pupil asked master: What is truth?
Master answered: Spending your life trying to prove what can't be proven.

kjg 142pm 6 feb 2015

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It's all wrong. 
All of it. 
It shouldn't be
But is.
It's all wrong.

kjg 221pm 6 feb 2015

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tap-dancing on linoleum

there's a tap tap here
and tap tap there
cat's in the cradle
it's gimme a dare
a lost algorithm
found in a box
damn the solution its
unorthodox

so tiptoe here
and tiptoe there
rattle me innards
in a plastic chair
offshore collusion
sharks are all wet
sometimes salt water
is all you can get

the moon is explodin'
the highway's a wreck
gravel is gritty
it's all just "scheissdreck"
it's empty on Bank Street
pedestrians fall
like waves of poor beggars
into a pigsty

there's a tap tap here
and a tap tap there
no one will notice
what you chose not to wear
it's a bold celebration
in the light of the moon
if you leave before midnight
you won't be back soon

so tiptoe here
and tiptoe there
the world is a furnace
it cannot defer
so smile in the dancing
twirl like star
it's not what you crave
but how you make par

the moon is explodin'
the highway's a wreck
gravel is gritty
it's all just "scheissdreck"
it's empty on Bank Street
pedestrians fall
like waves of poor beggars
into a pigsty.

kjg 1135pm 8 feb 2015


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lies

funny
how
the
years
roll
by

and 
you've
never
even 
known
the 
lie

you
have
been
subjected
to

kjg 2am 8 feb 2015

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All poems copyright (c) 2015 Klaus J. Gerken
Published by Ygdrasil Press