Literature, Poem, poems, poetry, politics, religion

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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Culture, Literature, Poem, poems, poetry

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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