Poetry
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Poem “Further on”
Will he show us, where we go?When they come, leaving only our dust behind.Will you – The Medulist.Show us further out of here.Where the Ones await us dearly, Without any duty to recall.Further on and further on,We drift to Essence.What will we little spacious atoms in the End be? Continue reading
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Poem “Judge”
Judging with his metal hammer Is he, though, just a slammer?Wicked game, it is his due, Unfortunately in oblivion Is his final residue. Continue reading
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Poem “Ask”
Worst then us, as to speak – the same as us.Dying seems suddenly joyous.Why not be pious?Question, as to ask god,Do you exist or not? Continue reading
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Poem “Mythology”
Mephistopheles as all MythologyEnter Faustus, he said to Thee – your soul,For sale, in the first place was not.“I already took over Thee,can’t you see?” Continue reading
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Poem “Chess”
If the chess is well playedNothing will be mentally delayed.Be a pawn, on the street wear no crown.Even the hunt will, on the chessboard stay.Untill we our debt pay. The horse alwaysJumps away, the king says he will not pay.The rook is just a rook, all thirty two in my womb I took. Continue reading
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Poem “Cays”
Are they there? Alone or grouped? Looking for something In their islanded way? A gesticulation or a way out Or pratically someone Completely the same? Continue reading
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Poem “Funeral”
Dreamt of a funeral Reduced to emptiness Saving souls They are – Not!Praying their business Seeing dead peoples …..Heritage?Stealing, their game – Never were among us.To be honest, they are…Forevermore – lost to god. Continue reading
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Poem “Revolution”
Lay the egg Queen of ours A master cometh’ from Thou We already feel him saddly A new Revolution is welcome gladly. Continue reading
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Poem “Freedom”
A horse, his hair.Through wind he blew his pipe, and watched.The horse, ran and ran, back to wilderness.To eternity, to infinity, to Eden.To his tribe of freedom. Continue reading
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Poem “Child”
Die, please – my inner child.You were hurt, and rehurt again all over again.Redeem you can not, yourself and them.The kid you seek is dead. Never sought after.Never found. Die chilhood of mine, Because they wed themselves to you. Continue reading
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