well here it is:
as a good-hearted crazy boy as I am
I can be fixed only by a woman
on the last gear of speed
like a herd of mustangs in gallop
to the abyss or to eternity
a woman who dedicates me poems of hate
in which I'm the last provincial old man
the princess can fall in love with
but actually the joy is shaking whitin
any time she feels me arround
a woman dressed only in swords of Toledo
who can sing on a sword like Mariza
making me climb on the walls
like on the Chinese Wall on the moon
a woman that resists any melalcoholical drubbing
on rithmes of sirtaki with Zorba the Greek
with her heart blowned out of her mind
carelessly throwned like underwear through the room
a long-time woman to lead my way
and night in sleep and life in death
and my god in all its demons of beauty
with the most innocent baby smile
a woman that on the last outpost of her ******
like a wild goddess will laugh and explode the night
as if as if ordering
the happiest end of the world
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
I figgured there is nothing
more uggly
then loosing you but
I'm talking nonsense
there is realy there is
there is that sort of madness
that you did'nt lift a finger
to keep me in your heart
really there is always
somethin' more uggly
we just have to feel
we are **** beautyfull
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
well everybody's world is another one so what to change?
you can not see things as they are just see them how you are
in fact you can not even see how they are
if any definition is just an approximation
or an alternation of the same thing
everything is a more or less a faithful translation
and the only performance in the field is love
yes love sees and feels "the same thing"
but it does not give you any explanation
it's a sublime free fall feels all like it's all
and not how it is
if you're realistic a moment you feel the way you are
without the impossible ambition to see the same thing
see love as a feast of unreality
which makes playing in another's skin a child's play
and a genius experience
to make it like the movies to be another being yourself
but to be realistic to the end is to give life the opportunity to be herself
to see for hereself to feel it all as it is
without interference in her internal affairs
the vanity of love is that it is a giveaway to likelyness
even beyond life but can not save the world
it can only make it better
let everybody's world be different
and that's the freedom
and that's all you can love
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
In Other Words we do not see things as they are
Because simple as that we only see things as we are
We see as they are the sick ambitions
To idolize and define about everything
With The Same **** Words
But only in Other Words we see as we really are
In Other Words everything is in the hands minds and our hearts
Everything is Here and Now
And There or Then Is really Nothing
There and Then everything Was or Will Be
There and Then Is Nowhere and Never
My heart is shamelessly steering at the world in Other Words
My heart is a ***** unveiling you’re intimal beautiful parts
And if she does not see them she fantasizes shameless in Other Words
But with The Same intimal beautiful Words
Is really nothing There and Then
Go figure that all that shameless beauty is only in my eyes
Go figure that all that shameless beauty is Here and Now
Yesterday is dead and tomorrow could be
In the labour of giving birth
Well me from Now on I will stay to suicide with a lively joy
Because as simply as that I Am Here and Now in Other Words
Because everything Is and goes to hell
With a wonder of sickening of shameless of beauty
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” - Einstein
Everybody is born a genius and dies like a idiot
Some of them have nothing to do
And make exactly the opposite
Nothing like kamikaze fish climbing the trees
Because the crowd is to loud to hear his own stupidity
Even though history remembers his achievements
Jumping in the trees of power and greed
It is really all from a monkey swimming
In a ocean of rules of war in heaven
And leaving it with a big smile on his face
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
It's raining heavily in my laboreour's Germany
it is Sunday and foreigners are quietly resting
with some beer held in their large & full of scars hands
there in our improbable wonders
I come to talk to them
when a bumblebee lost and drenched
also comes on dry ground
marching through our feet
when one of us turns him on his back
he is buzzing he is drying his wings
and I say
"let him go man"
and afterall
"es ist nur ein Waser Probleme"
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC
It’s all right your man comes tonight from the bar
Your woman from the hairdresser
But the best thing would be to move the hairdresser
In the bar
So you know something for certain
Rolled in a pile of desire and ambition
We jumped to scatter through the world
To buzz insanely all his wonders
We reported heaven as missing
So we flew through the ins and outs of the earth
We swam through the sand floating through the fog
Yes Sir
We walked on the water fainted like crazy
Until everything was made a road at our feet
Arriving close to World's End
Where is no trace of regret or sigh
Where we see only the Water and the Great Wall
We will find out of the blue
The Peace and Friendship of a madhouse
There thirst elevates us to catch our breath
With the blood stained by the sword in our hand
Lord great is Thy mercy:
The Reality is you wake up smiling
And you look like hell
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
It’s not enough to make believe
And after all is really frustrating
Not feeling the way I do
But here we go:
I never felt no trace of pity when she died
No hate no nothing for this sad news from a stranger
All I remember is that I was unemployed
Not able to find a **** job for a long time
So she offered me a place to sleep
And the daily bred as a reward for my hand labor
Carried out all day long near his house
It was the kind of slavery of which
The most stupid animals can be horrified
But I did it
Yes sir
I did it out of pity for her solitude sickness and despair
After a while I even hated her hobby to collect nothing but things
This car this house this garden of paranoid miracles
All sold in loss after her burial to some gipsy lover
Who was actually greedier than she ever dreamed
I also remember she cursed me when I left her place
”You ******* she said
”You will never be able to find a home of your own”
”You may rot in hell working for strangers!”
”It’s ok” I said
”You never felt anything more delusional of me”
”But if strangers would feel that way” I said
”At least they will pay me big time for my trouble”
So I was far away in the land of Nowhere when she died
And I knew that for me she was gone long time before
When I didn’t felt no pity no hate no trace of any sadness
When I decided to leave the house of my sister
Which was not my home anymore
When I felt my real sister was gone far away
And anywhere else in the world
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
it hurts
breathing,
living,
existing.
it hurts knowing that
wherever i go
i'll be stuck in
this fear of -
i don't even know what.
but in the darkest parts
of my mind i can see
his face, his smile, his
eyes and the way they
drank me in like liquid love.
it didn't even happen
like that,
in a dark place,
but i'll never be able to see
him without the hatred
boiling inside
and bubbling away.
it hurts to be sitting,
having a good day
and one thing reminds
me of him,
of his moment of triumph,
and my stomach caves
and i feel the tears threaten.
i close my eyes
and wish everyone away.
i keep thinking that he loved me,
he said so,
he said it and i believed it
and for so long
i forced myself to believe
that what happened
was okay
because
he loved me.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
to live in big houses is to have
armored windows
which look toward a small world
but stay calm
my small house is totally quiet
and everything it's a large window
It is a whole world
nobody knows how to appreciate
my anonymous fulfillments
and you do not know my name
but you managed to smile with me
this is such an appreciation
and such a fulfillment
as the glory of a entire world
full of kings
no bells or drums resound when I leave
to my daily conflagration
I'm not acclaimed by the crowd
when I get back from her toil
but I know
to suffer to the whole every victory
and rejoice forever the latter defeat
I had to get
till the doom of the gloom
to realize at last
that nothing remains of us
just
a invincible
smile
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC