#jude
Was heißt es Jud zu sein?
Heißt es: Du wirfst den ersten Stein?
Heißt es: Du bist ein feiger Schnorrer?
Heißt es: Du gehörst nicht nach Andorra?
Sie kommen und sie packen dich,
Der Traum vom schönen Leben bricht.
Was hilft des Mädchens Treue?
Was der Leute späte Reue?
Wem soll man glauben wenn ein jeder lügt?
Das Dorf in frischem Weiß geschmückt.
Andorra, so schön und rein,
Hier will keiner Jude sein.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
women… .go figure
She tripped me up in junior school
I grazed both my knees
Had to see the nurse.
At Halloween
she broke into my locker
And stole my candy stash.
She copied my math homework
And Got me an F.
Later she told my first date
At the prom I was gay.
Just trying to look straight.
I married her last week
If that's all she wanted
Why on earth
Didn't she say so.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
She's a feminist
It's her terms, it's her world
She's such an extremist
She's bound by no cord
She's just her own lord
Save the argument
She's already the winner
Keep your judgement:
She's stripped of manners
She's such a sinner
Perhaps you don't know
She's dealt with the feeling
Your opinion matter no more
She acts because she's willing
She's her queen be your King
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
It's the theory of curiosity and discovery, that has me so open and feeling judgement free. Time has lost It's meaning and so have I, so many lovers intertwined but Not I, not you, not us .
High I go, double meanings, to paint my sky, paint my ceiling. As the moon showers me with her light I can feel her, feel her breathing, calling, through the air, as I feel everything and yet I care for nothing. Maybe that's why I'm so cold...It seems to me your still lingering like every kiss ever planted. It aches and if only you knew that even if it happened, they might still be suddenly forgotten. The memories of the Rickety old house and the sounds it made before falling asleep can solve this problem ,her memories form to art She's on it. Your ideas surrounded by nature and how it became a blaze. The fire you feel when your lips taste that special someone and how the fire spreads the more you get to know them. Oh how I've dreamt of that someone, as that someone lays in bed drifting away. she wanders the world, her wonderland, her wanderlust, but I rest in her cuts, her problems, her black water ocean.
Just always remember the night when we walked into the moon's light. In which it shone so bright you can see one's soul and how it was sewed. Continuing my travels, walking barefoot and the blades of grass so sharp it cuts my sole. It's strange I did not give into the pain because there was much more to gain, more knowledge of her in this extra terrain. I ache and have bled so much from the shattered hopes and dreams I've stepped on,yet I continue round and round ignoring this dull pain because I'm strong, you are minutes, hours, weeks, months, years, ahead of me. Time has no love for me but my true symmetry is energy. gasp! I am stuck in her mind I look up at the sky, the moon has disappeared but then this light shines, I wake up, she was laying right by my side, was she the moon the whole time?
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC