Tired life on the shadow side of the sea
as if a cloud of fog covered the bay
and the birdsong
Still was kept in the closet until springtime
some messy life in a three room flat
news in 14 minutes.
Genius not bimbo;
because I know it for sure.
Back on my own domains – something missing. Searching my destination with a spoon. Travelling beneath oceans of joy – seeing the leftovers of old love.
So tell me: – Am I going loco or is this just the counter part of happiness?
It’s a thrill, a feeling of ecstasy – this eternally deep well of water I’ve dived into. Not knowing, only feeling. Hoping to overcome the joy once more, enjoying the shadows within – oh shallow moments of only being.
Searching for the only one I’d recognize, the only one to open my eyes. Still on my quest to find a way thru the forests of light, leading my way from the bright. Knowing thy name is a ricochet, sent out to finalize my state of wait. Buying the ownership of my domains you bind up my life as pages to your paperback agenda. Ripping out pages when you need to; tearing my inner most secrets into shreds; shaping the new me.
So I guess I’ll just have to go on with the torn in my cheek, pain filled joy of something never mentioned. The passion of one week concentrated into a short momentum of contact.
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False alerts,
false people,
false moments of delight
Scents of perfume.
Fumes to get high on,
fumes to die of.
Giving out a laughter to remember.
(In celebration of the International womens day) Never is a man so off the track as when trying to trace his own stepped steps or, God forbid, trying to find a pattern in the thinking of women. Are there really differences in the thinking patterns of men and women? And if there are no differences – would it matter as the interpretations of each other would still be the same, or would it?
It wouldn’t be a lie to state that even the old man Jesus had his share of deep meditation on how the minds of women work – after all he spent 40 days alone in the desert. And even when the biblical story is read by feminist critics the picture of Mary Magdalene is, although 2000 years old and written by a man, almost bit idolizing in the descriptions of the woman who was among the desciples. I beleive the Saviour acctually even spent a bit of time discussing the matter with St. Pete, St. Paul and the others in his company.
The role of women in todays society is different from the one of yesterday. Women are today to be trated as equals and still we know that we ae far away from equality. Still in basic means I guess the biggest questions are and will always be unanswered. As the mystery of wether or not the size matters – or the one about why things which might seem selfevident to a lad will piss off a girl.
Sigmund Freud once said:”Despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, I have not been able to answer… the great question that has never been answered: what does a woman want?” My hope lies in future scientists maybe being able to answer that one question, since Dr. Freud’s answered questionnaires have been taken for truth for over a decade.