Lovely Sphinx, Raimund J. Höltich [best non fiction books of all time .TXT] 📗
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Many women cry.
Many friends die.
Their life? A lie.
My head was burning and sick.
My life was waiting for a death kick.
I was ill and had no wife for my dick.
Fear to be mad.
Which kind of 'dead'?
But not bloody and not red.
I would kill myself softly, not hard.
Heroin for my brain and my heard.
But I create poems, music and art.
When I dieWhen I die,
eye in eye
with death and life am I,
when I die,
when I die.
When I die,
no one stands by,
no one asks me why,
no one says good bye,
when I die,
when I die.
When I die,
please don’t cry,
it’s my last trip, my,
when I die,
when I die,
When I die,
I‘m looking into the sky,
I try
so high.
and I fly,
when I die,
when I die.
One ist the womanOne is the woman,
the Woman Number One,
one of all billion women.
Who has won?
The Woman Number One.
One is the woman,
the Woman Number One.
A hitchhiking womanA hitchhiking woman
was standing on the road again
to get a lift from a man.
She didn't wait very long.
A car was coming the street along.
The driver stopped the car, but he was wrong.
A minute later a sticky hand touched her knee.
The man had dirty wishes and a dirty fantasy.
He had fecal shit in his mind.
He was a man of the dirty kind.
The woman hit the man and began to shout.
A minute later she was out.
Sometimes I feel lonelinessI’m staying alive
in the tragedy and in mystery
with or without a wife.
Dreams are my reality.
A writer, a painter, a musician, a sculptor am I.
Sometimes I feel love, sometimes I feel pain.
I’m dreaming. I’m feeling. I fly.
I’m loving my fantastic brain.
Sometimes I lost my fear.
Sometimes I feel emptiness.
Sometimes I miss your near.
Sometimes I feel loneliness.
ChaosI came from the dark side of my life.
I had lost my way, lost my wife.
Chaos in my brain, chaos is my life.
Can you say a way?Can you say a way?
Can you go a way?
Fire in your mind,
fire of feelings, every kind,
between emotions and reason,
pain and thoughts of suicide in an endless, dark reason.
How many years of tears?
How many years of suppressed tears?
How many death, friend after friend?
The last friend is the end.
BackflashToo much acid in your brain.
Backflashes comes again and again.
Sometimes you don’t know what’s reality, what’s a dream.
Your ask yourself, but no answer. Your head works at full steam.
Phoenix awakeI’m old.
I’m cold.
I’m the last
of the past.
Teardrops are falling down.
I can’t stay.
Love is lost.
I pay.
I go away.
To late
for love.
To late
for hate.
I have nothing.
I lost.
I lost nothing.
I lost me.
Raindrops are falling down
on me.
I’m alone.
I’m free.
I’m full of fantasy.
Loneliness
is my fate.
Writing, music and art
is what I create.
I’m not nothing.
I find.
I find all.
I find me.
Writing, music and art
are my life.
Writing, music and art
are my love.
I’m live my life.
I’m love my love.
I’m love my life.
I’m live my love.
No moneyNo money,
no power
for our
lady of one hour,
for Honey,
the funny
money
bunny,
for the rich
bitch.
Don't run with meD ay’s of chaos in the underground.
I t’s a lonely search round and round.
A drug is the cold and burning night.
R eality and dream, a trip through darkness and light.
Y ou can’t tell me, which way is the right.
SorrySorry, Lady, you are not that, what I want to buy.
Sorry, I just will die.
I don’t fuck your monster hole,
because free is my soul.
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