never ending

You say you like the sun
Barcelona fun
You want to see the world
find your treasure, find your gold
You travel anywhere
pay the taxes, pay the fare
England you have seen
not just in a dream
in Scotland you can find
a dragon deep behind
You want to sail your ship
like Captain Sparrow hip
and drink from time to time
a whiskey close to mine
but only on your mind
like travelling unkind
You never send a card
You’d rather spend your heart
on lifetime here and now
there is nothing to show
Maybe you can tell
one day out of hell
all your stories just to me
this is how it’s got to be?
I would like to never end
this poem, lovely friend
You’re a dreamer, we are two
you can learn to play Kung-Fu
I can learn to play guitar
like a superstar
Where’s the place you’d like to join?
Shall I pay you with a coin?
I would like to cook some food
in a much more better mood
so we could eat this all together
eating all forever
till we burst
oh, some thirst
let us drink a beer
with no alcohol in here
or I could get some water
half a glas or quarter
with my superperfect handling
this will be the never ending
You see?

Am I right or wrong
is it all too long?
Can I make it short?
Like a small report
No. That would be boring
I am queen and you are king
not to rule and not to win
you’re my soulmate, I’m your twin
And whatever I would like
to write here or to strike
out again for blame
no, that would be lame
I will leave it as it is
words can be like little kiss
and I’ll never stop
hip hop

You say you like the moon
and in the afternoon
you count the time till night
untill there is moon light
You travel universe
a bliss and not a curse
You have seen the stars
running yellow cars
in the sky so high
not the truth and not a lie
Would you like to follow?
I feel myself hollow
for real
I kneel
My powers are off

Good Bye


Those times I want to write something but I don’t know what. I only write then. Writing for writing. Like now. Wow. What can I say. Hey. I’m on my way. Totally full. Eating all day. Because of the pills. I’m taking. No shaking. But eating, eating, eating.

I will blow like an air balloon. I’m in my home saloon. ALOON. So lonely. But not. I have everything here I need for myself. A book shelf. I could read. But where does that lead. I would get some more knowledge. I have enough on my head. No concentration for reading.

Breeding. I am breeding some texts here maybe. Better idea. Lazy gear. Dumb dumb dumb. Knock knock at my head. Shall I go to bed. I don’t know. Where can I go. Smoking ciga – rette. Sicker rat. Play with words. Not with hearts. Well it hurts. Not that much.