POEMS NOT PUBLISHED
by my side she stands
her slim body now naked
that will be the day
Shadows of Tomorrow
Indistinct and gloomy shadows I perceive,
They follow me and apprehensiveness I receive;
These are coming through from an eventful time,
Phantasms are so dark they can lead me to a bizarre crime.
Shadows of tomorrow
Surely come with sorrow.
There Is No Love Only Chagrin
My world is crashing down on my precious jewels,
I stand nowhere, only in a nuisance centre;
I am a drifter at heart and doesn't obey rules,
In my life I always had a fucking tormentor.
My body is a dustbin where all the trash goes in,
I am convinced that I shall remain the same;
There is no hatred, there is no love only chagrin,
Then again I know this and I don’t give anyone the blame.
How nice is it to make love when I’m depressed,
The fornicate without respite until I’m dead;
How nice is it to fuck for a long time, until she’s suppressed,
While a smile with satisfaction as I lift my head.
There is no cold love only degenerate cold passion,
Nothing is important only the smell of the bodies as they sweat;
Shall I find another one female subject and fuck her in seclusion,
They say love goes a long way, not for me unless she gets very wet.
As for me who is already crazy, I know what I want,
My unconsciousness heart is without sexual morality;
There is no hatred, there is no love only I’m nonchalant,
Of this is what I accept and believe, this is my reality.