"sollte" poems
Was ist passiert?
Ich dachte...
Liebe sein sollte infinite.
Das Wort sollte eine Bedeutung haben
Das Wort...Liebe
Mehr als ein wort
Mehr vie hundert
Die Erfahrung ist unbezahlbar
Infinite
Für immer...
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What happened?
I thought ...
Love should be infinite.
The word should have a meaning
The word love ...
More than one word
More like a hundred
The experience is priceless
Infinite
Forever ...
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Dom Peter
in the workshop
planing wood
the wood in a vice,
ad opus est
ut oraret he said
as I watched
as I swept
wood shavings,
bell tolled
for the office
of None,
sunlight on
the cloister garth,
monks around
talking and sipping tea
I sipped and watched
but was silent,
kiss me here
she said
my husband never
kisses me here
so I did,
the bell tower tolled
George pulled
the ropes with Gareth,
prier dans votre cœur
a French monk said
God hears all prayers,
Hugh thin and gaunt
helped in the kitchen
with Dom Patrick
soup made
he said,
Arbeiten im Glauben
geschehen sind
Godly Werke
the Austrian monk
said to me
as we sorted books
in the abbey library,
I kissed along
her inner thighs
leaving moist kisses,
Christian lernen
von Christus wie
Sie sollte Christus
zu lieben
St Bernard said
so I read,
I sat in the church
in the semi dark
after Vespers
waiting for God
to speak
but no words came
just a flicker
of the red light
at the altar end,
Η ανθρώπινη
συμπεριφορά πηγάζει
από τρεις κύριες
πηγές την επιθυμία
συναίσθημα και γνώση
Gareth said
quoting Plato
as we sat
on the abbey beach
watching the tide come in,
I see her in my mind
legs spread wide
saying
enter
enter in.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Schon in frühen Kindheitstagen
hörst du,
Alles muss Sinn haben.
Nur Sinn im Leben
kann dir Zufriedenheit und Glück geben.
Das ist der Beginn
der verzweifelten Suche nach dem Sinn.
Doch man sollte die Zeit nicht mit Suchen vergeuden,
vielleicht ist
der Sinn des Lebens,
sinnfrei
zu
bleiben.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
Kugeln sausen beflügelt durch den dunklen Lauf
und finden ihre Heimat im weichen Fleisch der Lichtgestalt.
Die Liebe sollte seine Beute sein.
Nun liegt ihr entseeltes Herz in einem kühlen Grab
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
every revolution requires
a caste of butchers...
the men who would
drop the guillotine blade
with a set of morals,
or bascially, without qualms...
me? i'm not so *******
jew-ridden sensitive regarding
words said, or unsaid...
i'm not m.g.m.
ridden, i'm not thin-skinned
like the jews, ******* have been
whipping ***** juice
for some time... now the cream
has turned.... sour...
oh now they're bothered,
smoke-signalling from
north america,
ejected from europe,
now they're howdy-howdy
proud-e...
kippah for
a chinese soup bowl...
manage that, ********
what, your payots
not the vogue dreadlocks you
expected?
go on,
twirl for me,
fork a tangle of spaghetti!
you can can call me ****
given that my great-grandmother
fed my grandmother opiates
to shut her up
so the nazis wouldn't discover
them on the front...
hell... i'll even shake your
hands prior to giving the *******
salute!
call it! call it!
let's dodge ball...
hard to see
the butchers;
easier spotting fictional wizards...
never mind the herd,
the herd will always object,
they always seem to do so...
the butchers are never far behind,
neither is the guillotine...
if the luftwaffe were prescribed
pervitin...
i'm starting to ensure
an image of the butchers...
it begins softly,
with words...
after the words die off,
the jean-claude van damme
action flicks pick up speed...
women... ah,
what a suckling weakness...
they love the word troll,
even though they're allowed to use it,
only on the basis of it being
a misnomer...
she really wanted
to write a bestseller book
aged 18, retired at 35...
**** life got in the way,
meaning: other people...
**** maybe next time,
honey-bun-bun-annie...
maybe next time,
hopefully
the next-to-near-to-never... again;
einst sollte machen es;
once again,
pardon english grammar written
in german...
i just had to make a joke
out of the:
gootten ęglischen achçung...
die gut akzenzé.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
/ falling asleep while doing an
all night, "vigil",
i curl a t-shirt,
and put it over me eyes,
like a niqab in reverse,,,
people who own cats
complain that i sleep, "too much"...
how can i ever sleep:
"too little"?
people are too bogus in
their desires to fathom others...
last time i checked:
i hardly felt inclined to
fathom them...
as long as your freedom does
not infringe upon mine?
cool, cool...
but then it
does... and you gain my attention?
my eye-orientating-similitude-of-sound?
i'll simply reply...
with sniffing the air...
to gain the tertiary dimension
of orientation...
eyes and sight are
primary...
hearing and music
are secondary...
there is no face behind
a screen, "hiding"...
you've never allowed
yourself to explore a stab of beef
moulded into a burger,
sensing the cows being fed eggs,
right?
mm... hmm mm...
can you do anything
with a herring... other taker than attempt
the Baltic take on "sushi"?
i.e. raw, and in sour scream?
no?!
oh well...
Tokyo comes second
within the confines of the concept...
schönnacht:
mein kurz und süss,
scheißkerl...
ist deutsche ist alles das bleiben
aus europa;
und was ist nicht:
ist wert wiederaufbereitung:
antienglisch:
empfindlichkeit...
ts'eppelins!
fallen!
bombe!
aufregung die nachthimmel!
geben Lon'don,
was Lon'don:
sollte haben!
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC