Werewolves duely slain, And overcoming pain For happiness and apple pie, Precious moments passing by. Thoughts and laughter soothing me Amidst a newborn family. Drinks and music near and far Beneath the moonlight’s rising star. Enjoying cruel, endless poverty That...
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,...
Pregnant riches trickling sweet, Hot and soaken thinnest sheet, Gasping in the brilliant glare; My heart’s fires gasp and flare. Caught in Life’s impudent lair, A vulgar mist thickens the air. It blurs my vision, steaming hot, Like swollen fruits before they rot....
When trees burst into dreadful life Alongside their eternal strive; When newborn colours naughtily explode And branches ache under their load; When laughing birds reclaim their quarters, Sparkling in the midst of falling waters, They greet their lazy kin which lie...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht