Gentleman

Attention, ugly words …
Perhaps, wait, for sure!
Adults only …
Start …
My phone rings
„Hey, are you at home?“
„Yes baby, waiting for you!“
I turn off the phone,
without saying a word.
Take the key for the car and start …
One-eighty throw the city,
on the other side.
„Don’t be gentle!“
I told to my self …
„Don’t be a gentleman!“
I repeat it again …
Arrived …
She’s just waiting at the door,
watch me parking
and getting out of the car.
„I hear your car!“ She sad, „like everybody else i think.“ …
My answer, „You want to talk about cars?“
Walking straight to her.
„No! No i mean“
And i start to kiss her during she talks …
„Let’s go in or i fuck you now on the car …“
I said and i mean it for real,
This girl is hot, i mean hot hot hot …
But, but …
Only for one thing,
there’s a reason,
for this treating …
„Ok, let’s go in!“
She said …
We just closed the door
and starts.
Pushing her at the the door,
kissing, having her legs just around …
In my hands, this fantastic ass …
First round, starts …
I think …
„Wait, wait!“
She said, what the fuck wait?
We didn’t start …
„What wait? Waiting for what?“
„I, i have my“
„Noo! No, you are kidding!“
„I try to advise you at the phone but you closed the call!“
„What? What the fuck you called me? For talking? You have invited some friends? Making cupcakes?“
She’s silent, sad …
I feel like an asshole, i know …
‚Don’t be gentle!‘ I think …
Repeating this, again …
„I go!“
Without saying a word i go
out of the door.
A fast going out because
we stayed all the time on the other side of the door …
I hear she start to cry …
I wait 10 seconds and then
I looked at my car …
Put the engine on
And starts …
Thoughts off,
because now, now i have to drive fast! … … …

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Equal

Everyone, me, you and yes,
You too …
Everyone is equal,
talking about love,
talking about friends,
talking about war …
No one likes, everybody does …
Someone with the gun,
Someone with the hands …
Someone for love that in someway ends …
Someone for a love,
that he will never reach …
Fighting with his fists,
try to survive …
The most of us,
Need somebody on his side.
Someone, stay alone till he dies …
Everyone, is equal like someone …
No one
Is original or unique …
No one, is better with a rolex …
No one, is better with nothing …
Think … Think …
Equal, or not …
Substitutable, someone …
No one, no one!
Racist, i don’t know …
Someone who loves someone,
Or something,
But why you so stupid?
You don’t see?
Equal, you and me …
Only Girls,
They are different …
And if you hate them,
Then you are really really stupid!
Equal, i mean men …
Women’s? They are all different,
even from each other …
I don’t know what they think …
My head explodes if i try …
There must be an absolutely chaos in their brain,
but they managed it,
and it’s working …
We are like dogs,
If they want that …
Strong, strong …
Bullshit …
Love …
Equal …
For all …
Everybody, ohh love …
Your touching, your voice is like music, One soul,
destiny, and for the rest of my life …
Everybody, everybody lies …
Equal, or not …

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About words, about me

Nobody, i am!
Just writing, my things …
My writing, hmmmm …
Like sightseeing,
a city, a bridge …
You see all, but nothing …
Travelling in a shuttle, thru the city …
At night, in the dark, blindfolded eyes, darkness you see …
My writing, my life …
Nobody, that’s me …
Darkness, mystery,
Arrogant and relaxed,
The King of my self!
Don’t care about what you think,
It’s not talking, its‘ writing!
Don’t ask a book,
It’s biting …
Stupid words rollin …
Rollin, rollin …
Smoking? Yes!
Cigarettes?
Only for tuning …
Need to be calm,
Otherwise i kill someone …
Or two … Or three …
So i write,
Stupid things like this …
You need to smoke,
to know what i mean …
Smoke, to stay calm,
Relaxed, under the sun …
Like a Lion, but an old one …
Forty degrease, africa …
Lying under the tree
and know, I am King …
Still a Lion,
Even if laying,
Stoned, under the tree …
Even the Lion,
It’s part of my name …
Words … Writing …

Words, just written …
Strange things …
Rollin … Rollin …

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Smoke, thinking

Stop breathing!
Inhale, smoking …
Stop! Waiting …
Once more, smoking …
Inhale … Breathing …
Waiting … Waiting …
Writing … Waiting …
Thoughts … Forgetting …
Realizing … Nothing …
Everything, breathing …
Everyone, thinking …
Ok … The most of us, thinking …
Someone, only breathing …
Without thinking …
Without reading …
And it’s all right …
He’s living …
He’s blind, but still breathing …
He’s happy, he didn’t see something …
No thoughts about bad world …
No thoughts about freaks …
Everyone, lives for him …
He comes, he’s king …
Hello! Your wrong!
My town, my city!
I’m king! You are like billy,
The dog how‘ fucking the leg of miss piggy …
Wake up! Wake up!
Or go home,
Where you are king
And you can fuck your dog
and do what you want!
Here! Smoke!
Get your feet’s
at the ground!
Take a seat,
Let’s talk …
I just see you,
And i know …
Your parents are sisters, i’m right? …
Ok, let’s go on …
Here’s the contract,
Now you’r my own …
„What?“ …
No what!
Signature please, even with blood! …
„But, but … “
It’s written, read!
Between point seven
And thirty eight …
Relax! Smoke!
Stop breathing …
And read …

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