Shade, shadows and light, footsteps on broken glass down an alleyway, and a dog barking loudly in the night, and a man in black, carrying a knife with a look of determination, and evil in his eyes, a look of hatred, a look of bitterness, and death on his mind, headed into the darkness, headed…
Read MoreReally, really, you do not know me at all, you sit there, and you think, you understand me, and you think all men want is your body, and by being so vain, you will fall, so, do not waste your time on me, because your beauty, does not mean much to me at all, no,…
Read MoreA man with a bottle in hand, filled with rage, an apoplectic man, savage of face, vicious of mind, frustrations, irritations, hot headed, ranting and raging, and smashing and crashing, and intoxicated, and verbally abusive, a bitter man in the street with his endless repetitions, and endless hurt and pain, and as angry as hell,…
Read MoreQuiet, quiet contemplation, quiet fascination, pondering another destination, fuelling our imaginations, easing the day away, with our plans, and our maps of foreign countries upon the table, and the bottles of wine and the glasses of wine, and our appetites satiated, with good food and conversation, oh, what glorious machinations, and contemplations, and inspirations, as…
Read MoreWaiting for the end of the day, and the beginning of the night, thinking of a time, immemorial to my mind, a vision of me, a vision of me and you, upon a boat upon the sea, a calm sea, with you and me, and the tranquillity, and us drinking wine, and us laughing happily,…
Read MoreWhat is it with you? Open season? For you come to me again, with your tales of heartbreak and treason, and with tales of your pain that seem to me without rhyme, and with tales of your pain, that seem to me to have no reason, and tales of your suffering, and tales of you…
Read MoreWaiting for you, waiting for you to come to me, nobody but me, and whilst I wait, I contemplate me, and how happy I am, as I ponder me, a million mirages of me, a million versions of me, with a million emotions in my mind, with a million emotions, in my beating heart, with…
Read MoreOld memories old memories, they come flooding back to me, oh, please not now, no, not now, memories of you and memories of temptation, and of where and when I was tempted, but I should not care anyhow, because all I want from you, is nothing, nothing at all, because you tried to be something…
Read MoreMovement in the window up above, a shadow of two people, arguing and gesticulating violently, oh, the slings and the arrows of misfortune, that plays upon the heartstrings, when the devil comes to play with love, oh, what a commotion up above, what a commotion through the partly open window, as two lovers argue backwards…
Read MoreWho will be left upon the Earth, if a sudden disaster came upon us? Maybe I will be, maybe we will be, maybe it will be us, maybe we may be lucky, and with our medicines save all of us, maybe we will save no one, but we shall see what shall be, because who…
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