"teufel" poems
(in English)
Mummy, you were sweet
And you were a good time girl
So who was my Dad?
(auf deutsch)
Mutti, du war süss
und du bumst wie ein Teufel!
Und mein Vatti ist?
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Du wirst diese Geschichte nicht lesen glaub ich aber du kannst das übersetzen. Ich habe dich so sehr geliebt.
Ich vermisse dich so sehr jetzt.
Ich weiß dass ich nicht ein guter Mann bin.
Komm zurück zu mir.
Ich denke das wird eine schwere Zeit ohne dich zu sein.
Mein Teufel ist da. Du hast den schon gesehen und hoffentlich kannst du mir in eine gute Licht anzusehen.
Hoffentlich. Wirst du mich nicht hassen.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
*ich bin nein sympathisant,
bin ernst betreffen (verb without
adjective modulation):
https://goo.gl/h0VEjA.*
as the solid red partisans' plague
brought a censor to emerge from a
politico volcano -
dehumanised with the plucking
of petted eyes of cats out to engage
dehumanisation of man against man -
should it be a lessened esteem -
then iron swastikas may be readied now -
SALUTE! SALUTE! AVE HERR EMPEROR
CHARLIE CHAPLIN!
i love comedy, the last refinement
teasing the lineage of what's taboo;
and the last survivor of the tank dubbed
fury was a coward -
in death as in coordinate we came to press
a bleeding wound with our hand -
but not a retreat of hopes,
as the soldiery faction came to revise
a return to the everyday,
once in the ***** of Mars, forever in
the twin wombs of Mars's quest for continual war
in the eyes, for once in the ***** of Mars
a homosexual in the hands of Venus,
bruderschaft die für immer -
but as said... die Eisen Hakenkreuz...
the iron ******** with India sleeping
into a populace of over one billion -
the Roma beggar playing the Accordion
while the ᛋᛋ men marched to a drumbeat of
*wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwärts,
und der teufel der lacht nur dazu!
aha, ha, ha, ha, ha!*
insomniac buggers, with amphetamine injections
while the opposing side tamed a lack
of courage with alcohol; these beggars
with the amphetamines like the Luftwaffe
and the caliphate soldiers of twins Syria and Iraq
among the bookmarks of the 21st century,
conspiracy theories and 24 years without sleep
after the Vietnam war - ingesting serotonin tablets
to provide the natural equilibrates of sleeping.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Wir haben keinen Grund,
wir haben nur Ausreden.
Wir haben keine Hoffnung,
wir haben doch Täuschung.
Es gibt weder ein Gott noch Teufel,
ausser sie, wer innerhalb uns wohnen;
wessen mittels uns entfesselt sind.
Es gibt weder Gott noch Teufel,
sie sind nur das Gute und Übel,
deren mittels uns gesät sind.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
*if you're a "thinker" - you don't require a "freedom" of speech - by freedom of speech i mean: the lacklustre of the "freedom" to think... how the two seem unconvincing... oh my my my, what a waste of time; sooner the pistachio ice-cream worth my name, than the folowing quest for question; thank **** poland, thank, **** poland, the land, who "cherished" both **** germany, and communist russia... seem regurgitating islam... ooh sorry, pooh bear said, what in wahabi? graf einmal! graf zweimal! nein, halt zählen... schädel beklagen die kürbislachen von oktober; die letzte reste von ein tag.*
may i introduce some biblical command?
and i ask doubly -
what's the difference between the "devil"
that asks within temptation -
compared with the devil that asks within
the confines of charm?
does not one leave man with the notion
of free will, and the other with the omnipotent
god?
who beyond man, be indistinguishable
to keep devil or god away from parodical
laments...
if the devil does tempt,
and if a god does charm...
who's will equals who's?
that the devil marks his will
by the unus autem -
and that god...
omni autem -
that the devil rather charm,
and god play the puppet of a devil
with the serpentine of tease, and ask,
and the lost question of temptation being
asked.... not i, nor anyone else,
be believed with a logic of rhyme...
charm forthright provides
unfulfilled truths -
but you tempt with
the provision of fulfilling outright lies;
seems i wrote enough truth,
that i've forgotten the original german
that might be worth recitation.
*and how i love my terrible germaniac...
at least a part of me still feels
insensible, as to leverage the human
cruelty of imperfection.*
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC