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Wolfgang Blacke Jan 2014
It is my wish to walk this earth as a ghost
To roam this land and never touch the soil

It is my wish to live on this planet
And never be a part of it
Wolfgang Blacke Dec 2013
My eyes are tired from looking on the bright side.
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2013
The mask is slipping
Glass eyes see everything
Dagger cuts deep
Rope binds tight

Silence deafens
Drowning loneliness
**** what's inside
Poison on a supermarket shelf

Death was on sale today
Wolfgang Blacke Dec 2013
Hey baby girl
Why so glum, why so blue?
Hey baby girl
Those nasty boys hurt you?

Don't worry baby girl
Without me you can hardly stand
Don't worry baby girl
Come with me, take my hand

This way baby girl
The 9pm express to paradise
This way baby girl
Don't look back, don't think twice

You look so happy baby girl
Are you glad we came?
You look so happy baby girl
It's such a shame
Wolfgang Blacke Dec 2013
You stole my car with the key to my heart.
Wolfgang Blacke Jan 2014
Upright and on my feet, but I think I'm misunderstanding.
Wolfgang Blacke Jan 2014
Check the zipper on your head, your ignorance is showing.
Wolfgang Blacke Oct 2013
Everyone should take the time
To watch the clouds go by

Everyone should find the time
To stare at the stars in the sky

Everyone should steal some time
To smoke and get high

Nobody has any time
To live before we die
Wolfgang Blacke Jun 2016
Silent twisting malice
Burning thoughts inside thoughts
Dreams inside nightmares
Screaming into reality
Housemates awoken by a memory
Dark soul ******* imagination
Severing all ties tendons tangible
Nothing.
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2013
A man's home is his castle or so they say
His lady a queen
The worth of his kingdom
Built on the strength of his arm

If this is true, consider me a knave
A baseborn curr
With no castle of stone
Nor queen or damsel

But I have a kingdom
I have the clothes on my back
This fine *** under mine
The song in my heart

And a liar be any man that say, I am not a gentleman
A knight errant
Destined to roam the roads
With no place to call home
Wolfgang Blacke Jul 2016
Rose petals never laid heavier
Than on the shoulders of babes
With storm clouds to darken
The gardens in their minds
Wolfgang Blacke May 2016
I like to pretend
That I am a realist
That I see the world
With just the right amount
Of cynicism and dark pride
But my cynicism has a demon
That never leaves his side
A demon named hope
For I am an optimist
Broken by life
Wolfgang Blacke Feb 2016
Sinner, kneeling at the gates
Break him, broken man
Beat vice from flesh
****** mess, lying at the gates

Take firm in hand, the mind
Cut free tethers of memory
Cauterise lingering pride
Childish fool, crying at the gates

No longer, earthly bonds ensnare
Pulp made from flesh
Prisms clutter the sanity
Perfect creation to wander alone
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2016
Waves crash against the shore
Kissing the sand like a lover at the door
Lingering for just a second more

The beach stands and listens all day
To all the sea has to say
But never lets her lover stay

The ocean will move brimstone and lime
To be with his lover another time
Before she realises his desperate crime
Wolfgang Blacke Dec 2013
You've been having trouble sleeping
Real bad thoughts lead to real bad dreams
Toss and turn, the sand man's creeping
Tear the sheets at the seams

You've been fighting wars in your head
How do you fight things you can't see?
Well your general called and said
"you're not a soldier babe and you never will be"

So put down your gun and get back into bed
The battle is over, at least for just one night
I can't fight with you, those are steps I can't tread
But I'll be here when you get back, "sleep tight"
Wolfgang Blacke Oct 2013
I wish I had a cape,
I wish it wasn't 'weird' to wear a cape to work.

I wish I could fly,
Or maybe just jump, really high.

I wish I had super strength,
I guess I could learn self defense.

I wish I had a cape,
I wish I could fly away, I wish I was stronger.
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2014
Eight legged man undertakes adventure, my skin crawls with him.
Wolfgang Blacke Mar 2016
When you make waves in anger
You form an ocean

When you rumble with discontent
You clap thunder

Then soon you are lost at sea
In the middle of a storm
Wolfgang Blacke Nov 2013
A poet knows how to make words rhyme stop

An average poet can make them sing stop

A good poet in a word can describe summer or spring  stop

But a great poet knows when to **stop
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2014
Babe with chord in hand, looks to lasso the moon.
Wolfgang Blacke Feb 2013
I put on my aqua-lung and dive,
Exploring there I see a giant tortoise plunge to the coral reef,
Just missing a lonely lobster gliding across the sand.
I hide from a fearsome shark, sniffing the water for blood.
A crawling crayfish scuttles away.
I come to an angry octopus squirting its enemy with ink.
Swaying seaweed hide sleeping starfish.
A fluttering flounder quickly swims by in pursuit of a sliding seal.
But too soon the bitter cold wraps around me like a blanket and pulls me to the surface.
Back to the ordinary world.
This is a poem I found that I wrote when I was 8. I just like the ending.
Wolfgang Blacke Apr 2013
A chariot of fire finished in brass
The streets lined with mourners
Come to see you pass
Crowding street corners

The stallions brought you here
Your final drive
Before you disappear
The band comes alive

The local brigade, a battalion
Come to see you off with a salute
All with your same medallion
Then there's me in my two-piece suit

The priest spoke of you
The things you did, the things you said
But you never met, never knew
About the farm or the sofa bed

I write this now in anger
That I never asked all the things
You will never answer
Now the fat lady sings
A poem about my grandfather's funeral. The first few verses may be slightly exaggerated.
Wolfgang Blacke Aug 2016
A smile passes your lips
As his hands rest upon your hips
Embracing the touch of a stranger
Who brought with him feelings and danger
And you ask yourself
*What have I done?
Wolfgang Blacke Sep 2014
Compound eyes reflect the blackened sky
Star dust falls from each beating wing
Adventure by moonlight

Circles dance and snare the prize
Drums beat fast, muffle the cries

Hollow eyes reflect the dogged treasure
Blackened wings lay still
A heated passion by candlelight
Wolfgang Blacke Sep 2013
I let my mind wander
I hope it comes back
Wolfgang Blacke Aug 2013
The saddest thing I have done in a while.

Was shower in silence.

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