WILD STRAWBERRY FLOWERS

WILD STRAWBERRY FLOWERS 1

WILD STRAWBERRY FLOWERS 1

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WILD STRAWBERRY FLOWERS 2

WILD STRAWBERRY FLOWERS 3

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ULTIMATUM

O!

You so easily bought, mightless and tarned,

trapped scabby with the loss of lust caught,

fully emptied of rights: Necessarily trashed!

 

You…

 

You! Forgotten remaining in a worn and fouled

You! Eyetiredly drowned in permanent quicksand

You tracelessly left to be helpless,

you filthy weak and meek, listen up a while!

 

Long enough has wished for been searched down in unwanted

while illusions has been emptied of gladness

where false found thought-worthy qualm unthought thought

and exertedly spilled its power on the pitiful needs

 

Only misanthropists can love what our world has become

while deprived and crushed promises been mortarized

for the weed itself has scuffled in thirst after our blood,

around, and down, at the poisoned well’s places

 

And few wish little more than to qualify as wretch…

 

It is me anyway so bitingly bitter to break

with ripped apart society’s broken

where the crippled and dizzy demand Life to crippled be

 

Hardly.

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

alike a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whispering:

 

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded, in your lone dying

 

We are left here, a shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

 

(Got dragged here through the lands inside darkness

Carried over all the time distances, stones and ices)

 

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT