danse macabre

i'a blame
giggle me out
i am a blame
spread parfum to myx face
i am a blame
spit to my feet
i am a blame
tease me with all your eating and smoking and garments delectations
because
i am damning fucking blame
trick me out
away from my haut(skin)
i must getting mend
but still i am a blame


Danse macabre

what a drudgery to make your lonely  riot
on  enemies
on  friends
on the tentacles of the system?


dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre

how oft to  pray into the rain
bleeding songs
which never oddly enough being consummed by listeners
who have never enough of them ?

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre


how oft to run from the people
desperetely looking for shelter  
by the ghosts of dead poets
while yourself  being turned into a ghost?

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre

how oft to  find great delusion
in any trial to trust human
how oft to  face death
by reaping next and next hypocrisy
next and next treachery and
next and next lies?

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre


how long  to struggle
against male violence and male stupidity
all alone
out of faithful friends on your  side ?

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre


how oft to see the same  lucid dream
that you are no longer the victim
who plead and beg
dancing in front
of your executioners
your bloody danse macabre?

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre


all over  the nonstop act
performing danse macabre
which never  reminds to nice guys
the little truism:
„memento mori“
spelled
less like „remember you will die“
but  like
DONT FORGET TO DIE

dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre

app-2010.



O my danse macabre
why do you look so eagery and so curiously into people's faces,
will you find your lost dead among them?

this young lady, looking like spiritual asket, her eyes exploring me, she speakssoliloguys about equal rights for all people without exception.
i wonder, does she ms. Justice?
whom exactly may ever she help
those magnanimous speechs are swanky to no end.
and you, young man, who talks of mutual respect
smoking tobacco i gave you gladly and openheartly
can you find respect to be so noble and
tell me, what is so fan on my bitten clown-face
that you giggle like not of this world..
and you young lady in lurid dressTaste chocholate good, when i traitfully  happen to howl in opposite of your beautiful face?
and you young man. Good God, at morning you teald me i were your sis.(sister)
does enjoy boxingat the moment i desperetely try to scribe my poor letter to underground imaginable mistressß

is it a rare are, is it fata morgana,the outmost impossible miracle
to meet one creature
without cynic and trcksy bufooneries,
meer on the half way, feast our yeay, streghting arms

and this all without an APES!

24.04.15