Oh where
Ohhh where is it
I need it
I want it
But I can't find it
Oh I will find it
Yes
That's all I'll do
I'll find it
And I'll find me
And I'll chew it
And I'll eat it
Yes I'll eat it
All day long
All night long
Forever and ever and ever
But I'll need to find it first
But it's ok
If I can't find it
I'll just go and buy another one
Because I got money.
Coffee break
I love breaks
Yes I do love breaks
I love them and I love them yes I love breaks
And I love coffee
And Iove smoking
Because that albeit briefly
Advances me to a tranquil subtraction
Oh those subtractions
The beloved omission
The harmless drug
Away from my cruel enemy
The heartless suffering
Sleeping for revenge.
A statue
You will not miss it
But I wonder sometimes
If anyone else has looked at it as closely as I have
Since many a year
The dreamlike statue
Has enthralled me
Answered me
Never questioned me
Never doubted my answers
Never judged me
Never scrutinised me
I'm grateful to this statue
I would've thanked it even
in one of my moments
Since it taught me something
Which is very important
It's called love
It can be quite complex sometimes
Especially on it's dying moments
Love is hard to describe
And needs much luck to find
For me the statue is where I fouund it
And now the statue is the only thing I love.
Some say
To truly understand a piece of poetry
You have to read it
One hundred times
But not aloud
Never aloud
Somewhere
Beyond the sea
Behind the veil
Through hidden trails to holy grails
Duty calls and sirens wail.
Darkness had come,
And there she stood;
A fairy in a murky wood.
Eyes of dusk,
A chestnut mane.
Ivy bound her fairy frame.
At dawn’s break
She slipped away.
Hunted by the light of day.
A piece of me
She kept with her,
Now I search, forever.
Oh duty
Sweet duty
My reason to live
My only reason to live
My fruit
My vehicle
A lie
A symphony
A denial
A disregard
So I return
Alone
Empty handed
But burden free
To wagner
And wait
A whore
Never keeps score
You shouldn't either
And never ever kiss her.
I kissed and told
about a woman cold.
But her eyes were bright,
and that pussy was tight.
Then I kissed her sister.
half, from another mister.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
but I heed not, in a hurry and horned.
Fish,
Big or small,
Are known,
To us all,
That if caught,
By unknown beings,
Will eventually,
Turn to stool,
Annoyingly smelly,
Repugnant,
And useless,
My dear friend.