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Feggyr Citack Aug 2017
-on an old person's incredible patience

How strange you are,
hugging and kissing me.
I dare not stop you,
you may turn against me.

You must be someone else,
a person I have never met;
and I'm not pleased to meet you
since the first time that we met.

I wish you let go.
Just let me be...
Just-let-me-be.

This isn't me, you know.
It's really me
that's just not me.
Alzheimer tears apart any relationship. Much of this song applies to both partners; we can't tell who suffers most.
Feggyr Citack Jul 2017
Your voice is calling out to us,
it is the voice of the sea.
Let me drown like you, my friend,
they'll never be able to **** me.

Let us sing of foam and ashes,
let us shout and cry,
for we will never stop, we fools,
to loudly, proudly testify.

Let us shout the names
of all who refused to lie,
with all the breath we have,
with every wave, high, up, high!
The ashes of human rights activist Liu Xiaobo were thrown into the sea by the government, in order to prevent his tombstone from becoming an object for pilgrimage.
Feggyr Citack Jun 2017
-on embarassment

When you break,
don't talk about it.

Rifts can be glued
but tears won't be forgotten.

It's the inside crushing
that breaks out.

Die, grow up, get born:
learn to forget.

When you break,
don't talk about it.

It's just your silent soul,
that mirror for pain.
Feggyr Citack Jun 2017
-on a settled man's doubts

Go, young man, I said one night.
Go chase the fading height,
before it fades away forever.

Now the people over there
are just like us, you know:
at fading heights they stare.

But if your urge brings you there,
smash your bitter bottle against the pristine top.
By the **** of baptism let an old man know
how well you fare.

O yes, young man, please let me know
I did the right thing to remain
and send you out, so I could abstain
from capricious actions all my life.
Inspired by the Andalusian mountains, watching a valley changing colours all day. At sunset accompanied by a lovely wine from Spain ;-)
Feggyr Citack May 2017
-on a contemporary religion: https://youtu.be/FDZmTXkwcNA

Kneel in the sun, count your money
Clutch 'm for the summer breeze
Hotter than hell is counting your money
While greenback devils grin from the trees

Let a hailstorm touch the roof's gutter
Like piano keys hit by a fool
Now you hear what you want to hear
Casino's cash machines finally deliver

Let the days disappear forever
Let the night get as dark as can be
There is a shiny silver dollar there
Beaming mercilessly at you and me
Uncle Don's team are reported to be the wealthiest US administration ever. Not really a consolation for their poor white voters who know, deep down inside, they were born for a dime only. But still hope to go up in the pyramid game once. Hey, and don't get sick, they just took healthcare away from you (4th of May, that great day).
Feggyr Citack Apr 2017
-an old man's lifelong goodbye to a bitter folly

The moon is hot,
It burns the safest brain
With cool promises.

     Let's go, young lover, go!

The girl you adore
Knocks your feet of the ground,
A slap of plain truth.

By her stone cold gaze
She sends your teeth rattling - now
She takes your shy faith.

By her words of ice
She breaks your foolish dreams - now
She takes your poor fate.

     O young lover... go, just go.

The moon, dead and cold,
Profoundly sober,
Sends its final glow.

The skies, black and blue
On a freezing April morning,
Wake up shivering.

     Young, young lover - go, just go.
#fever #haiku
Feggyr Citack Apr 2017
-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow

You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.

     Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
     - by brothers you may live.

Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.

     Innocent like a still-born child,
     faithful like a sleeping foetus,
     ready like a falling seed.

Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.
Let them sleep roughly now.

Stanza#1 quotes a woman who lives on the streets, lamenting her halfbrother who died of hypothermia while drinking alcohol in the freezing cold.
Stanza#2 is from a Canadian war cemetry in Europe (pro amicis mortui amicis vivimus - paraphrased)
Stanza#3 depicts death inside of us, while we live in good health.
Stanza#4 I would really like on my grave (wishful thinking of course).
Stanza#5 quotes the good old Roman hodie mihi, cras tibi.
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