Humbugs

It all goes and flows

A never-ending metaphor some say

A rush of understanding

That some, just overlook

In a customize society of unnamed products

Just a logo or a slogan

Perceptions of the masses, anyhow

The bored guys drop it hard

‘Cause they wanna be the bard for a damsel in distress

A bunch of poets in disaster, the cold winter’s unknown feelings

Breathing behind your back with a lack of perspective

They wanna live, they say and stray along

on an lonely highway of agonizing whores.

Well, I’m disgusted in a way of vomiting my knowledge and

Adapting my sense to a nonsense of thoughts, brought in front

by human nature

and I will cut in, when I have seen

Too much of these impostors calling out spirituality

Oh come on! Just go away and do not bother

A brother! With all your crap

Gushed from yours mother’s flap

Hectored your way through hearts

And souls

For too long snakes crawled beneath deserted skins

Hissing untrue love under sheets

Unworthy belongings, shapeless forms

Trashed feelings over silent nights

Lies thrown for a fuck, unlucky gals

Fallen for all the wrong bards

Grotesque paintings drawn in tar

Imagine a black star

Indeed I’m awfully disgusted

But I’ll just burn away from all of it

And truly flow to glow in

Images

I can fit.

You dig?

Snow my friends is as pure as a monkey’s ass, it’s a cheap coat for which no mayor pays but uses to dress up the city for the night. Of course, sometimes he gets a fright because the soft white coat could be too long for the small’s town streets. What he does with his wife, none of my business but I do care when I get my Cat’s all messed up with snow and mud and trip on daily routes filled with avoidance. Open talks shared between empty glasses it’s what I need and don’t get. You dig? Understand the misery of a broken man, of that guy that hates the guts of his fellow humans just because they exist and sometimes they score higher. It’s in our nature to hate. Although, one can argue that “hate” is a strong word. Is it now? Or it’s just a mental image that you associate with the negative aspects of your miserable life. Your drunken dad that beat the shit out you as a child, developed your need to hate “hate” but deep inside you still keep it alive. There are moments in your everyday life when you brag about how you spread love and “hate” is dead and gone from your emphatic soul. That’s a load of crap gently outlined by your free spirit. Your free spirit developed by so much experience. Flash news hate exists ‘because love exists. Therefore you have it in you. How long can you keep it there, locked in a basement along with some other oppressed feelings, waiting to emerge in delicate moments. ‘Cause this is social suicide. Even though your opinion is build in a different way. All of what you’ve created will vanish when your love will be defeated by your demons. They’ll come around in organized groups and hit you in your smiling face. This will be the moment when you collapse under a greater empire than love. All of what was hidden will float like crap on water. Then you can’t swim in safe waters anymore. You crazy motherfucker! While not realizing you just committed social suicide, denial is a tool used by your kind.

What I’m saying is that snow covers your town and in your smallness you jump and shout on unsteady beats. Let your anger out, hit busses with snowballs, eat some ice, cool yourself bathing in fjord or just admit that sometimes you hate. At least I do! Snow in small towns is filling the streets with clowns. Makes me sick! You dig?