MadPoetz

Grean tea flavored with lemon

Coffee?

Not for me.

Living during the day,

with urgent delay.

-SIP–

Only

To get the crazy away…

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When I was…

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  I love pocket watches,

to turn  back time

when I wasn’t thirty-seven,

but about eleven.

I could still understand you,

words weren’t a puzzle.

I didn’t drown despair with heavy guzzle.

A dreadful day…

one at a time;

Dark grains.

Through the hourglass.

In this impasse,

feeling like the dung strung on the jackass’s  ass.

Can’t compete with…

This day

about a terabyte

unsorted in my head

  in a solid state

reading and writing

isn’t as tiring

at the same time

  my writing arm is down

crashing

disc

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  How does it feel

to die on paper?

is the ink bleeding?

  Holocaust survivor Henri Kichka died of Corona

  94 years old,

escaped Auschwitz.

  The Nazi’s started it,

halve a century ago.

The virus finished the job

  Chocking on gas

suffocating from the damp moisture in one’s lungs

  In a different prison all together

Ground control…

guide my hand,

trough the astrofield.

Stars dazzle,

hitting my nerves.

Throbbing,

Crashing on Venus.

Filien,

feasting at scraps,

calling her presence to attention

her wet nose

a begging pose

dog of mine

like wine,

you grow better,

with time.

3,2,1 countdown

road to zero

I belong there

between old and new.

I laugh,

painfully loud

counting down,

to sleep till next year

Dear teacher,

you won’t notice me in class today.

Tomorrow, or next week.

Once you called me lazy,

or dumb.

You laughed when I almost drowned.

You will have fun this day,

read the end, and mark this day,

I am in heaven,

may you rest in hell.

    P.S. I didn’t get to tell anybody else,

do you mind doing it for me?

Outside the keep’s wall several key positions did taste the invader’s boots.

Omod took control over the most distant quarry, every farm and so denied Midian’s army gold and food. Bridges all were taken by surprise without bloodshed.

It was a l secret Midian didn’t want his small army scattered without a thorough chain of command.

It always counted on the city-states to break a siege. Lilith,…

  To thy disgrace, charging when you cull my flock,

we will retaliate,

Thy folly, taunting me at court,

to dine discord my bowmen make it rain,

arrows of heavenly justice bring thy army to shame.

Our shrine will shine, a aura divine, of fierce and bloody red.

Armor of Bireth, as the scythe of death I shed bloodthirsty vengeance.

Impervious to psychical harm I’ll plow my way trough you,

making…

Omod taunts the king

In a cape tucked away,

under his tarnished shield,

thy son is carried.

How he fell honor-less in battle,

so he yielded, begging for mercy.

Foolish father, cowardly ruler of a waning kingdom.

Hiding behind his prodigy,

thy soldiers shudder in infancy.

Peasants flee, causing hunger,

the priests become heretics,

the sky we deny

Nobility is a hollow title,

for no castle is safe,

thou scolded us,

dis…