betrayal, catholic church, children, Literature, poetry, satirical poetry, Song

Exile

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I wish I was a murderer
they are very cool
what can I do what can I do

I wish I could slaughter and be applauded by friends
but I am weak and faint

There is nothing I can do about my constitution
I also don’t agree with prostitution

I need to go to the hills
wearing my high heels

With all those terribly boring people
who don’t kill

That’s the end of my stupid song
I’m going to become friends
with a Christian monk

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GARDENING

It was a bitter trial

I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos

maybe the emptiness is good

without the witchcraft and darkness lurking

without anything particularly interesting

maybe the nenufares

in the barrel

are better

than all that

deadly

luxury

and the ambitions of the dead.

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LOVEWAR

All this darkness
is gone
can’t believe there is light
and everything is illuminated now in London

not dark alleys
the passions of mystery

normal day
Highbury fields
quiet

can’t believe what was happening in those places at nights

parallel life

secret incognito

undercover

agents of opposite forces

kissed and clashed

nobody knows about it
hash

the result of the love-war is unclear

it is possible that still there is a stronghold

with forces gathering and ready from both fierce directions

and that the battle is finished but war is raging on

with double force

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Cyborg’s afternoon

I am not interested in my own thoughts anymore

The Machine does it for me

I just lie there

contemplating these four flies at the ceiling

one of them is doing a peculiar quadrical dance

fly’s quadrille

never seen anything like that before

not that I care about the flies

not that I care about anything

People!

Trying to press my head into my hands

to consolidate, to close the circle

to calm down those algorythms

Mother

she is there too, in my head

and my lover Judas with Jezebel.

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Lilith or Lucifer rising

Still nothing about love, Virgin

just spikes and shiny steel

no dead people rising

no kisses

no warm

schizophrenic galaxy

boredom

lucifer is encircling me two days in a row

this week

it is stifling

lucifer on monday

another on tuesday

hope there will be rain

on wednesday

or at least

a rose, with spikes made of her

anger

there is no love in your galaxy,

virgin

expensive diamond skulls

jewellery

I have lost the meaning of waiting

for your sign

I’m lost

and buried

deep deep down

in a darkly underground

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Just a normal Monday, as usual

While my hubby is building his AI Machine

in his green headquarters

downstairs

and the war is raging from left and right and the underground

I’m not really sure what to do with myself

It’s shiny-raining

and the lightness of nothingness

bothers me slightly

I am descending into a dark adventure

in my mind

conquering the evil turtle

in the cinema

while the horse is drowning

in the mud

the life is over, Ahriman

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The Wife and the Vampire

the stupid schizophrenic wife
thought that somebody has loved her

you deserve it deserve it what happened to you
you brought it all on yourself you stupid brat

she had empathy for a psychopath
she though he was like her

lost and abandoned in l.a

she thought he was a friend
a soul connection – he said

a vampire on the night bench

putting a hand under her skirt

in chilly autumn

but the night was exceptional
the moon perfectly shaped and staged

for the story which was about to unfold

she felt sorry for him
such a sweet lonely guy

just like her

foreigner in London

was he scheming already

how to lead her to crime?

who knows
what a stupid
schizophrenic bird-brained somebody’s wife

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