Love falls in for Hate, Chance is gambling with her Fate. War’s then tearing into Peace; The dices – never cease. Good embraces Evil lost; Or what say you, Father Frost? Joy undone by gnawing Sorrow; Man the watch!, for demons follow. Morrow’s Day improves the...
Creaks and groans Scare my old bones. Shatters and clatters, And nothing else matters. Trickling blackness beams Or so it seems; What eerie bleak noises From dead old machinery Of winter’s sad choices In dripping crimson scenery. Deep down secret cellars The past will...
So let‘s talk about feelings. They arise spontaneosusly, without any effort as it seems, and we are so used to them. To like or to reject someone or something, to be the victim or the attacker, to fall in love or to hate. We all know them, they come very easily to us,...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht