I S T E N
Jul 10
2Pac
Apr 27
Oh the pain,
THE PAIN!
Regrown
remained
like rotten meat
and all the tears in vain.
and all the tears in vain.
Let me go,
let me die,
let me flee,
let me fly!
Or just give me a shy hug
like a brother or a thug,
plunging the blade
plunging the blade
into my heart
to tear it apart!
Hissing noise
Behind us
angels hone their wings
repeTITIve
Mar 21
Trees are grown, roses bloom
Birds are looking for a mate
The magic happens again
It is f a i t h
Pure pearl in a heart-shell:
l i f e
Magic happens when you expect it
It is t r u s t
The thunderbird of fate
* * *
Fresh leaves of blood-coloured roses
Blind birds keep looking for a mate
Pain-pearl in a heartshell:
Nest of the thunderbolt of fate
Nest of the thunderbolt of fate
Encompassing the almighty life
Grief is almost a sparse delight
Brutal artifact
Mar 17
The new age arrived
Soul-catching vicious beings
as if parachuted from the sky
or slyly crawled – demonic worms –
from beneath the earth
disguise violence to look like
playful computer shooting games
unleashed against those who refuse
that the end justifies the means
Their weapons are brainwash deception
mental miscarriage of ideas
masked with transparency integrity
A lonely fate of the weak is ours
The most vulnerable among us
who fondly stumble through the world
with a shy smile and broken dignity
slowly evaporating like
children’s breath in cold weather
Blood-sucking Draculas rule
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