Thursday, August 25

I hate to be too personal, but sometimes you have no choice

I cut my heart into several peaces
throughout my life
and one sliver
belongs to you.
It is impossible to know where you are
because only a whole heart can know
any whereabouts.

I am tempted to get a needle and a string,
mend it all.
Unfortunately that is absolutely out of question.
Some peaces can never be sown together again.
You left me here stranded in disarray,
it is not your fault,
neither is my pain.

When I think of love, it is never perfect
just an image of good will and sacrifice.
One day it is gold, and an other day silver.
And mostly it is just a deep longing
of some sorts,
until the inevitable  happens.
Did it happen to you?

Monday, August 22

Stairway to heaven

Tripoli - Syria - interesting, some kind of Democracy sweeping the region? I am not sure that "democracy" is a viable concept though. Presently it only serves the ones who earn the big bucks. The followers of the golden trail, the immeasurable fortune of cunning illegal money, in our pockets.
I am still afraid about Lebanon, the tiny country bordering Syria. I am still afraid about Israel, the true aggressor of the Middle East. These bombings of the Gaza Strip were uncalled for. This is not democracy, this is terror. Where is the so called "free world"? Free?
Perhaps it is in your backyard, the instance of relevance, the beauty of the moment.
Think small, that is democracy.

Thursday, August 18


I don't know if it is Swiss ignorance or imported trash
meat from some obscure Eastern European country.
Somebody forgot to castrate those piglets when they were three weeks old. My meatballs, with all due respect, tasted foul, despite all the delicious seasoning.

It is a shame. Why cant they cut out the balls before the BOAR taste takes over. Makes you want to be a vegetarian.
My Lord, it is not a big deal, I did it when I was eighteen. You take a sharp razor knife, cut them open, squeeze the balls out, put some sterilizing compound on the wounds - and 12 hours later they are running and snorting around the mother as nothing has ever happened. Those were the days...
Now you can't do that anymore. It is against the law, perhaps the law of stupid humans who have little knowledge about nature and animals. Now you would have to tranquilize the pig, make it not suffer, then remove the balls. I believe the trauma is worse on the latter.

It is time to become a vegetarian. The playing-field is so uneven. The earth is tired. For every pound of meat, we waste acres and acres of land just to produce a small amount of calories.
OK, so I am not going to be a fanatic. I will still eat what I can hunt myself, the deer, the turkeys and so on...
But for the pigs who do not get their balls cut out in time, I will refrain. They just taste like shit.

Tuesday, August 16

I do admit

I do admit that I am crazy, my aim is known, but not my method how to sustain such presence, that is a secret =
Moments expire, tick tock, the shadow image remains, the truth is hidden behind skimpy curtains, as we do need to find excuses to hide, eradicate that red tint in our faces, it works, so far,,,,,,so far