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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Pre-Semiotic Ranges Of Aryan Purity
In different classes of Hindu-India's scriptures,
Both of Vedic as well as of popular origin,
There are many instances of
Reference to one report about the expellation of
A certain uneducated and treacherous branch on
The tree of renowned leading Aryan clan communities,
That over the generations had turned exceedingly vicious
And unbearingly annoying inasmuch as,
Disrespecting the country's mainstream harmony & order
Due to an ignorant adventurism on their parts,
They had usurpated for own egotistic schemes
Powers from magical rites of their ancestral mother tribe's sacred lore,
That they came to wield in unruly manner,
Threatening to all forms of life.
Throughout various sources the reports on
That instant are burnished up into striking descriptions that
Vary slightly only in the minor details.
There was a forceful expatriation imposed on the Daanavas, on
A class of what later on by erudite British Christian missionaries
Had been termed in their own translations as
'demons', and, who were,
Indeed, viewed & experienced by ancient Jambu Dvipa's
Prevailing leading seers and their populaces as
A world of wild antipodes recilient to
Their system of peace & order.
That certain tribe of 'demons' referred to here
Had been named in all Hindu scriptures as
The tribe of Daanavas. Now,
By following up on most ancient appellations of
Rivers and places all along the geographical route, in
Direction of which the tribe in question,
Expelled more or less 5000 - 7000 years ago
From the land of their forefathers, must have
Taken on their flight, the said
Mythological tales find themselves
Validified in real-time historical context
With the following conjecture proposing itself.
After the cursed parting of the leaders of the
Dreaded vicious fraternal clans, the latter,
Betaking themselves in Occidental directions,
Wended their ways passing onwards
Farther & farther away from all the lands with
Ancient Aryan fire-sacrificers, such as
The Persian Zoroastrians or sun-worshippers of old,
Until they eventually reached areas surrounding
The Caspian and Black seas, which but
Had been populated strongly from times
Prior to their arrival
By various other powerful tribes,
Such as by Scythes and Hunns, for the most notorious ones,
So that in the end the oncoming Daanavas
Had yet been forced to
Keep on moving further on westwards
While looking for new land to be taken as their own.
It was in the far expanses of virgin forests of
The upper stream of the river Danube only, that
Eventually they had found free land for a homestead, where
They could set up a scheme of rulership of their own device.
The name they came to call
The river along the banks of which they resettled was
The name they had once themselves been known by
Before they left from ancient Jambu Dvipa,
From the lands of modern India -
the Daanava, Europe's longest river, the Danube,
the 'Donau' - as it is known in all German dialects of
The modern-day off-spring of those Daanavas,
A chief branch of all tribes in the heart of Europe
Eversince having populated what later on in time had come to be
Known as Germany, the country of the men
With lances called 'ger' ready to wield.
As an example of the degree of
Relatedness of Alemannic stock that live
Along the outskirts of river Danube and
Those tribes of erstwhile same ancestral
Lineage that had ever happily remained
Back in good old India may serve
The following sample of striking linguistic similitude:
There is one word in the German language that
In southern dialects is being pronounced as something like
'Tsama-shleeasa' (Zusammenschliessen in proper German spelling) , that
Aside from almost its same pronunciation, also has the same meaning
In both modern-day German and the Sanskrit of the ancient
Inhabitants of Jambu Dvipa, where it was spelled as 'samshlesha' -
Its meaning in both cases
Through times and distances being
'The linking-up of all components and parts of
Any intricate functional system
For the purpose of being in command of its control system'.
In Germany of today the term is being
Applied to denote the setting up of an electronical system.
Whereas in ancient Jambu Dvipa the term was
Used to denote the setting up of
The mind-frame of a practitioner of yoga
Connecting the individual with the cosmic mind.
© Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Puerile Inter-Mind-State Connectivity And Sudden Flights Of Souls Protesting
A sweet little child with a cute, pearly crackling underneath its forehead,
Once at an hour of loneliness,
Called out to the world of spirits,
Inviting to temporarily set up camp
Within the realms of its own mind,
The mind of a late one's from among the names of theirs
In the books, of one already
Stowed away for good, history's part of men,
Dead hard up against being forgotten, one,
Rendered by inevitably long and longer time and times
Eventually another gone-by soul,
Gone already for more than three generations before the child's,
The poor fellow's mind character vehicle, thus said the simple child's mind,
Being ultimately left without means to voice itself anymore,
Unlike then when it still had possessed its erstwhile chassis, the person's frame,
And it had had its driver seat, where the person's head sat and spoke,
Where the defined ego had a one-time steady seat:
'Hey, you, loitering spirit under nude star light,
In your vain cosmic wake out there,
There in the Cool of naked universe,
You bald, cold, clean shaven astral face nudity of an entity there, staying put,
A dead one yet to come alive again,
Without even as much as a mouth-piece for yourself,
Come, come, come into me,
Take up your abode for a while within me,
So that I may talk to you,
And you may talk to one, like a human to a human, once again.'
'But first it is I, who have something to point out to you, dear soul.
So please, listen up! '
'From our birthyears to judge, from mine, the year of 1957,
From yours, which is 1836,
As also to judge, on your part, from your death year,1911,
It may be said that
Both of us have one thing in common:
Neither you, nor I, due to a more lucky timing with our respective births,
Have come to experience the pangs and horrors of WWII.'
(The child being a German, and the invited mind guest a Jew)
'But one thing more, ' spoke the sweet little child:
While you, because your time on earth was over, yet
Before things were staged, talking about the war,
Had never, while alive, come to get the slightest notion of
What was yet to happen after you,
I am the luckier one of us two,
Since it is I, who was lucky enough to have been born,
Way after those days of Satan's travesty of human evil
And its trammels of human life,
But who have had the chance,
By the fact, that such things as WWII did have occurred,
To learn lessons from history
And to therefore be able to write educative poems,
On a lesson, which you, dear soul,
Have not had taken.'
Now, while that poor dead man's soul,
Who had followed
The sweet little child's invitation
To temporarily take up abode within the child's mind,
Was about to reply:
'Well, I, on the other hand, would consider it rather as
My advantage over yours, with regards to our birthyears,
That I had not come to live in such times
Where people heard of cruelties of
The dimension as in your so-called WWII',
It was at that very instant,
At the time when the soul gone for long,
Heaved up a sigh before starting to
Speak up through the mouth of the child, that
A great heavenly holly-pomp-a-loo
Was raised up there on the stage of the spectral cosmic mind theatre,
All of a sudden in both wings,
Left and right of the grand astral stage,
6'594'631 tongues sticking out from souls-in-cosmic-wake of former Jews,
Bonding all together at the same time,
For an enormously grand display of elephantine booing in discontent
Over their all-out sad fate in WWII,
Making such a hell of a noise,
That only the devil himself could excel in it.
For once the sweet little child's inter-mind-state connectivity, indeed,
Had been badly interrupted, with the invited
Soul rushing back, fast, fast, to
Its old, cold cosmic wake,
One call from earth having been
Timed-out on an all too bad reminder.
* Dedicated to Oskar Schindler who had saved from the ghettos of WWII 1'300 Jews, and to Irena Sendler who, as a nurse for epidemic cases having had unobstructed passage into the 19 kms long, high walled Warsaw ghetto, that contained until 1942 400'000 Jews before deportation to their final concentration camps, was able to save the lives of 2'500 Jewish children, by resorting to all kinds of different tricks so as to deceive the relentless Gestapo guards. *
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Questions And Answers With A Crystal Ball - In And Out Of Time
There once was a man who wanted to
Have his problems in life solved by a crystal ball witch
Who, through her absorption in a medium game,
Claims to draw up as by a magic hook
To anyone's query
The ultimate, most correct prophetic statement,
After once having taken to rolling off,
Making the ball more & more shine up
Leaving for an intensified state of inner seeing,
With head and heart set solely on visualizing the
Symbols that are to unfold a full whole line of prediction,
To come up for the human supplicant with
Her pictured reply to any yes-or-no question.
For as to be wooed by man, an ambitious woman's desire is one of making up
A shining star among other human flowers,
In likewise manner a crystal ball seer is bent on the matching of the inner and outer attire
Like as if it were that of a high goddess',
Who she comes to make up from the within,
For an existence coming alive by the knowledge of power and by
The art of accessing the eluding heights of a client's chosen matter for a question, is her profession.
Flying by the guide of intuition as if flying by wire through
The convexing heights of the ball of mind -
To be saying sooth in words of truth
That spring up in direct flash-downs from
Out of cosmos' deepest fountain source,
Towards which the visionary head at times of her medium intuiting
Keeps its mind tilt steady.
Which is what any gypsy bard does once the hood is pulled up
And who started to roll off,
Rolling off ever higher,
Coming closer and closer to the very soul of the thing
That mattered, and be it
Matters of a young fool's or any dumb-struck haggler's,
Folded up in a world gone blind through clumsy hands over
Mad tears with matters that never ought to have mattered,
Still she would set, a true queen of soothsaying,
Her well-trained toy to be a perfect medium,
Crystallizing truth, glittering erratic
Like a ball of invisible gas gradually shaping up
From over and across manifold riffs of sparkling energy
Within a huge, dark, endlessly deep ocean that is
Spanning the shores of mind.
As it is
When man makes up mindful thoughts from in between the sounds of the animal
Shooting up in many hues through his brains,
Cannon balls of sounds with strong meanings,
Voices of twisted tongues lolling to probe out into
One's own share in the human rise-up of nature,
Where every soothsayer's client with a secret question on his tongue, too,
Has his footing.
Likewise, a virtual sooth sayer's footing is to be based in the crystal ball.
Thus, at one point in time such
A seer, whose life
Means heated calls to the visionary ball, by
Customers heated by queries of lively matters,
Had misinterpreted one of her client's moving finger, trusting it to be the
Hint on the right moment for her, the mystic tool, to roll off, to be
Spinning away with secret oscillation,
Swinging inwardly with the unseen swinging of the crystall ball,
Triggered into its spin
After the formal posing of a question in mind done,
Spoken or unspoken, all the same to the genuine wizard:
And twice it was then that
The seeker of the soothing word already had
Shortly left and gone out,
in between the sessions, from
The royally elated soothsayer's tent,
Twice having reappeared for a new show,
Two times thus enforcing an abrupt interruption of
The ongoing ill-timed roll-off of the wizard's ball of truth -
Rather a delicate thing to let happen
Since soothsaying may well be truthsaying, too,
Whereas otherwise it's true, too, that the truthsaying power gets exponentially less potent,
The more it is untrusted to the more dubious client,
Such as to one playing truant,
Who only comes to test the eye of the ball or to see
The mystical limits of all the things that
People are claiming his money could buy for real.
But once came this client who was after
Obtaining real clues to the mending of his room of life lying in shambles,
From a good word of truth by a crystal ball seer,
After a frustrating period of wished-for but failed thrusts at good times for him and his love..
'Ill-doomed affairs might bring up the worth of another try, so as to be better, '
That exactly was what the client had thought,
When he moved with the finger to the crystal ball's eye,
Setting the eerie seer off for the start of her mental plunge,
Taken to be after the formation of the request question,
Diving into the world of the client by
The spinning crystal to be forming the mirror of a most proper answer
To one ordering her services at the crystal ball table,
While actually then the gypsy's head was running ahead of the mystical task-order-to-be,
Rolling off with the stabilized ball on an erring note,
Stabilized as it was at a time when the client had not yet formally posed in his mind the question to the gypsy, who was
Thus actually diving, by a mistaken signal, after nothing at all.
But when the client had stopped the spoilt, premature session already twice,
And was back in for his third attempt, trying to get the timing of question and answer aligned -
A secretive customer, as he was, who insisted on
Not speaking out aloud his query,
Posing the one question in silence, before
Passing the sign for the mystic and her ball to start -
When he chose to take up in his mind for the third try
Simply for once a test question
For his gypsy at the magic ball,
And signalled, properly this time around,
With the
Unspoken question in mind being such:
'Have you not been aware that no question had yet been put forth by me,
While you already had started to roll off for the answer,
Already two times? '
From the depths of the crystal ball
Eventually came up the following line,
Seen by the mystic eye of the soothsayer:
'Did you think that every foolish question of any ugly customer were to be replied to by me? '
A stunningly fit reply to a silent question
Not exposed otherwise than in mind
For a crystal ball and her gypsy,
And even more so, when the gypsy and her crystal ball were without eyes and ears
But a phoney electronic simulation of virtual brains and their crystallizing introspectivity,
A smart application for use on a palm-sized intercommutable mind contents servicing table board, one
Of the latest gimmickry in the history of men
Before the final start of peak joy in
Our world and our great partying time
Here in this house for humanity, yet under renovation.
Now, if it had been looked on by any user-to-be of that device
As something questionable in a telecommunicator's stall at hand,
At least with some such devices there's indeed something to it,
As we have come to see
In this very title's event.
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This poem was inspired and written after a real experience with a crystal ball application for mobile phones which may be downloaded for free by pressing on the jar.button on the Russian wap servicing page found at http: //wap.mypuk.ru/download2/games/java_s60/others/2569_r.wml, after previously having once made a rather disappointing experience with another such device by a different provider.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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40.
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Schleckig Geschlecht Schleckt Nichts Schlechtes (with translation)
Ein schleckiges Geschlecht wird nie etwas schlechtes schlecken
- Geil're Kraft - breit're Pracht immerzu -
HOLLA-HO: es blitzen der Holden
Bollig wohlig durchgefegten Verschlδge
Nur so!
English translation:
Lovers of a sex fond of tasting goodies
Will never come to taste a thing that is bad
- The lewder the strength - the wider the pomp all the while -
Hello, hello, now look at this:
The niches of the beauties,
Swept through so thoroughly feeling well,
Sparkle all spic'n'span
Like nothing else can!
ת ר צ ה
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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