Archive for the ‘Poem’ Category

Innocent Hands of Fun

December 6, 2012

Innocent Hands of Fun

Money can
squeeze

Bad and
suck

Life out
of you

All that
remains

Is a
few coins
in you

Tell me
my friend

Why do
you wanna
ring

Into the
gloves of
money

Whereas Life
awaits you

With it’s
innocent hands

No squeeze,
no death
ever

Where do
you go
man?

Everyone now
behind you?

No one
to curse
you ever

And no
one to
greet you

Where do
you go
man?

Caution: This might be all theory

Satin Purple

December 6, 2012

Satin Purple

Hey Man,
what do
you need

I give
you anythin
you like

Just tell
me in
a few words

You get
everythin at
your door

Lust, greed
and need

All wrapped
in a
beautiful wrapper

From which
Queens arise

To greet
your fantasy

In which
you submerge

Till you
laugh out
loud

I no
more want
anythin

Nor Life
nor Death

Time vanished
so have
you

Into the
dust of
tomorrow

Caution: This might be all theory

The Mercedes and the Nun

December 4, 2012

The Mercedes and the Nun

The Mercedes
and bun

You lookin
for fun

And for
a few
dollars

In your
waist

On which
you ride

The Sun

All the
game of
plethora

Of unknown

In which
we bask

With Paris
Hilton

The claw
of the
Lion

In you

Gnaws and
fires

All the
feathers gone

Left alone
you must
now

Go to
the Nun

Caution: This might be all theory

The Camel with the Watermelon

December 4, 2012

The Camel with the Watermelon

A test
of faith

Because you
are a
son

Of Raith

In which
you mellow

Like a
camel with
gait

The passenger
drops by

From behind
lookin for
a ride

You go
out tremblin

The ground
for his
mate

At the
end of
the his
journey

A chicken
thrown in
disdain

At your
humble feet

You cry
out at
the gate

No remorse
you turn
back

Alone with
a lost
watermelon

For the
long journey
back alone

Caution: This might be all theory

Satin Purple

December 3, 2012

Satin Purple

Hey Man,
what do
you need

I give
you anythin
you like

Just tell
me in
a few words

You get
everythin at
your door

Lust, greed
and need

All wrapped
in a
beautiful wrapper

From which
Queens arise

To greet
your fantasy

In which
you submerge

Till you
laugh out
loud

I no
more want
anythin

Nor Life
nor Death

Time vanished
so have
you

Into the
dust of
tomorrow

Caution: This might be all theory

Fun, The Wonder of Little Boy

December 3, 2012

Fun, The Wonder of Little Boy

The Universe
shuttlin around

It lies
in the
little boy’s
stomach

The stab
by the
watchman

Tears out
everythin

He runs
cryin out

Lo, behold,
I have
gold

First the
merry

And then
the cherry
to him

Then slowly
the blood
spreads around

Into the
mud and
sky

Everyone now
reels in
red

Waitin for
the little
boy again

Caution: This might be all theory

Vous Allah Oui

December 3, 2012

Vous Allah Oui

The Nun
has the
best fun

She waits
with a
burkha

In which
she lies

Like a
turkoish sage

A little
boy on
the way

Spills her
eggs

And she
cries out
‘Vous Allah
Oui’

To everyone
around

The dogs
follow

Lick all
the eggs

And are
the best
friends

Of the
little boy’s
wonder

The Nun
on the
horse

Catches hold
of the
little boy

And takes
him to
God

A thousand
lashes

On his
butt

Comes back
sayin

Someone licked
his butt

Caution: This might be all theory

The Blind Society

November 30, 2012

The Blind Society

A Blind
Man comes
home

From a
journey

Thousand
of miles

From america
to his
own town

Lookin for
a way

He is
blind

And wants
to reach
his home

The Society
cuts off
his hands

And gives
him to
the Dogs

The Dog
then takes
him

Far away
from the
pryin eyes

Into the
arms of
Darkness

Where Light
is afraid
to peek in

He reaches
his GOAL

And scores
into the
night

Now the
Society

Comes back
to him

Lookin for
food and
more

Caution: This might be all theory

Welcome Home

November 30, 2012

Welcome Home

You come
home blind

Neither the
bone

Nor the
groove

Lyin in
the arms
of Death

You wonder
and struggle

With the
arms of
Life

The struggle
brings in
you

A fierce
will

Neither
seen in
Lion

Nor in
the alligator

The thirst
brings you
teeth

Which can
snatch

Death away
from

The Abel
Hands

Of Waste
in you

Caution: This might be all theory

The Fly Machine

November 30, 2012

The Fly Machine

You can
fly

Into the
open sky

Far away
from any
soul

Where only
darkness resides

And the
little bit
Nothingness

In which
you find
joy

Neither the
child in
you

Nor the
experienced Soul

Knows the
next step

Everyone wonders
about you

To get
drawn

Into a
wild wonder

Called the
spring in
you

You fly
and fly

Never lookin
back

Into the
open sky

Far away
to your
Soul

Caution: This might be all theory