Welcome to the club,
We’re all human and in pain,
We have no end and no beginning,
No way to gain
People or money,
We are just drinking.
This is a game,
We play it all the same.
When 27 calls,
I will be there.
Pick up the phone,
God damn it!
It’s chilly on this throne,
And I am almost gone.
I think I’ll quit.
Arhive etichete: poem
The Road That Wasn’t
I sleep with my eyes open,
Wishing to sleep when I’m dead.
And from all the truths that are spoken,
I choose my bed instead.
Throughout the rocky mountains,
Swimming this river of blood,
I stop and drink from all the fountains
And eat the mold, the fungi and the mud.
Mr. Saint Peter
I’m knocking and knocking at your door.
You’re just too drunk
And you’re passed out on the floor.
I left my sins outside,
I hope you keep the score,
And I have nothing left to hide.
You know my guilts and all of my goods,
You have the key and you prepared my room.
Please, Mr. Saint Peter, don’t send me back into the woods.
Luke
Luke was real,
He knew the deal,
He lived as a doctor,
He died as a martyr.
Luke and his friends
Wrote gospels.
The big ox with wings
Knew about holy things.
Luke, he was real,
He really knew the deal.
Time
As the words rush out,
As time forgets to put on its pout,
As the roots dig deeper in the ground,
I am left here without sound.
As you know me inside out,
As the world turns without doubt,
As the future holds the dice,
I am left to eat my slice.
One week old and one week only,
How did I get so lonely?
Time is one,
No time to hide!
I am left on the inside.
Time is low,
And time is slow.
I am left with moldy dough.
One time old and one time only,
How did you get so lonely?
Sand
Fragments and figments
In a world without pigments
Reality’s gone with the sin and away
I have no place where I can stay.
Bloody sheets and sweat
In a world without sounds and breath
No balance in sight and zero places to hide
This monstrous child bride.
Forgotten wars and words,
In a world with unsharpened swords
These times are waving goodbye to this land
All that is left is some sand.
Pic.
Tell It To The Angels
Tell it to the angels
How to rise at noon
And how to bring the doom.
Tell it to the angels
How to rise above the stars
And how to hide away the scars.
