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This is a war, honey – what a shame.

It was a dream about us being those special sandpit friends

in a nice love-unity

and joy

of building something


without hitting each other with a spade on the head

and scheming to destroy your underground tunnels

when everything seemed to go great

conspiring with the district gang

how to win over me

I had a dream of us being different then them

But those things are impossible

how could I forget that you are the only child

all this mistrust


ego trips

I retreat

to the very end of the park

to talk with the sunshine instead

and play with pebbles and dirt

but then

the anger at your murderous betrayal

hits me



watch you and your gang

delaying my revenge

don’t you think I forgot

about hate

not yet

Dark moods, Poem, Satire

Whistle of a Fool – Song

My ego, my love, I’m still so confused
remember that night I have lost you
Los Angeles street, I think it was Vernon
I knocked on peoples doors asking about God
that night was full of love
this people were wise and soulful

Now, I know it was wrong
I know I wasn’t right
my head was spinning so wildly
cause there is no god
and there is no soul
and doctors
are treating me badly.