English Poems of Elmar Woelm

The Guardians

Elmar Woelm

What is it about

when people slay men?

What is it about

when a child starves to death?

What is it about

when airplanes crash?

What is it about

when politicians make war?

What is it about

when a man rapes his wife?

What is it about

when hatred expands?

What is it about

when old die alone,

when a love starved child

is molested to suffering? --

It´s the darkness of illusion

of concepts and mind

of judgement and ego

of the pigheaded kind!

And we are the guardians

the knights of the truth,

we are serving the lord

for old-age and youth.

With courage and honour

dedication and depth

loyalty, devotion, strength

and not less:

With respekt for ourselves,

for god and mankind,

we are humbly struggling

for love and for light.

Listen to me

'cause this ist the truth:

If you want come home

and end all the pain

then look in your heart

and don´t waste your time!

God is within

he´s waiting for you

and we the guardians

we are helping you through.

Mother

Elmar Woelm

Burning in the endless sky

see your laughing eyes.

Looking at this restless guy

friendly and so wise.

Burning in the sleepless night

touching soul so sober.

Ending all the senseless fight

turning it all over.

Burning in the fire

suffering and ease.

Filling hearts desire

mother, your release.

You are so beautiful !

Elmar Woelm

 You are so beautiful –

 all you ugly ones and unloved.

 Who told you,

 whom did you believe?

 Who could make you

 - wonderful beeing -

 deny your beauty?

 All you lonely in the world

 know that you are not alone!

 Risk to suffer,

 venture to cry,

 venture to deeply feel your pein.

 Look around,

 yes, please look around!

 And let go of your deniel,

 deniel of that what is the truth.

 Why do you take these for granted

 those who do not feel

 like you?

 You are so beautiful...

 Oh people who are suffering so much –

 do you know what you are missing?

 Captured in the loony-bins,

 judged by mugs, slandered and harassed.

 Ridiculed, mocked, scolded, embarrassed.

 Tortured, agonized, burned to death...

 Nobody wants to see the truth –

 even in the freest land.

 And now cry, allow your tears,

 which had wait for so long time,

 see the agony of the plane.

 Feel the many that have pein

 and the many that don’t see...

 Hear how our earth is groaning!

 Burst the hard shell of protection!

 Finally let bleed your hearts.

 For they’re longing long so long

 to unfold your beauty.

Longing

Elmar Woelm

Sometimes I feel

like someone

who has an amnesia.

Only the breath of a memory.

Suddenly I know

where my sadness comes from.

Furiously I want to cry,

going wild from desperation.

Longing has seized me

to go home

to the place of silence,

of peace, of zest for life.

I know

that this is not my home.

One says we are like those

beeing in the water,

crying of thirst.

What have they –

what have we

done to us?

During the rare moments of silence

I feel

how easy it is!

And yet

the torrend has grasped at me again,

drags and tugs

worse than ever bevor.

The human mind –

a crazy ape.

Machine.

Who thinks in my head?

Me! ... Me? ... Me ???

Its me –

that can not be!

A thousand voices

conceal my essence.

Longing has seized me.

to go home.

But only a breath

of memory. 

Blessing

Elmar Woelm

A blessing came

to conjure up

light and love and peace.

As the mind

is going nuts

heart sees blooming ease.

The Star

Elmar Woelm

Times of darkness

fear and pain

a star shines in the dawn.

Shining bright

and shining clear

great peace of it's own.

A Light