You are having the time of your life, without a husband, without a wife, yes, you are having the time of your life, and you are free of everything, and you are captured by inspiration and imagination, and in its delights, and you are truly enjoying everything, and there is nothing wrong, and there is…
Read MoreThinking of you, but what good will it do? Thinking of you, by the river in the fresh air under the sky so blue, with you getting further away in time, but not in my memories, as I sit here and throw stones into the river, and they make large ripples, and it is how…
Read MoreMy friend, you were tenacious, ferocious, elegant and flirtatious, and funny, with a smile so wide, and so beautiful, oh, how I admired you, a most powerful you. You looked for the truth, and you protested against racism, hatred, rape, torture and murder, and there was no day, that you did not fight for, causes…
Read MoreTelephone on the table, vegetables in a bowl, ashes in a vase, someone shuffled off of their mortal coil, a sombre mood in the air, crying everywhere, and broken-hearted tormented souls, a lost loved one, someone no more, departed and decanted, in a different form, as the food cooks, and the cooks they suffer more,…
Read MoreSweet delight, cherry flavoured kisses, candlelight, and the flames flickering high, with our moods as high as the sky, as we hold hands at the table, over dinner and wine, in the evening with magic in our hearts, and love in our eyes, and sensuality it flows in the throes, of our first date in…
Read MoreSuperb times, magical minds, intellectual wiles, no machiavellian kinds, but good hearts and good souls, swimming in the fishbowl of modern society, looking to avoid the dull, yes, people educated and learned, ever yearning for good conversation, and intelligent stimulation, and wordy rock n roll, and lengthy talks of intellectual bent, from the dawning of…
Read MoreThis is something of nothing, a little gift, a piece of magic from my heart, with which I have created for you my love, that from my mind does now exist, and I know it is not much, but wherever you go, please take it with you, and put it upon your mantelpiece, and I…
Read MoreSilent, still, plants dying on a windowsill, a broken glass on the floor, and a few blood stains, a woman crying in the corner, sobbing her heart out, sobbing her heart out, and screaming, and screaming in pain, yes, mental abuse, mental abuse last night again, but not after today, the woman cries and sobs,…
Read MoreYes, she was here, in fear, fleeing for her life, from a psychopath with an axe, yea, Futura City police, they took out a revenge attack, and now there is a dead man with an axe, the policeman says to the reporter, and the reporter with his shoes all covered in blood, smokes a cigarette,…
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