One mic
is not enough
Follow me reader, it’s too easy to misread her,
drink from the fresh fountain, and come see her.
Cuz I don’t know her either.
One fountain of smooth, one fuel for the youth,
liter by liter. Who am I? If we all could be her!
One poem at a time in the cloakroom, as a teaser.
Smooth like a fresh spring bubbles words straight from the freezer
one rhyme to rule them all, for hard and deep feelings steam her,
Buckle up for a bumpy ride
through the universe of feelings, senses and emotions
so come, my dear reader, check out
My Poems
Tek weh yuself, before you take me for a fool,
the eyes love visuals, colors, shapes that pop till you drool,
who’ll think of double tapping for the heart as a gift wrapping that pops up,
but it’s the times we live, online faceless linkup
so go find out for yourself and convince ya with
My Insta
I invite you to dismantle
the sound of the rhymes,
the eyes of the verses,
the spoken curses of
My YouTube Channel
My planet’s Mercury,
the messenger, who’s here to see,
what life can be in all its idiosyncrasy,
My faith is clear,
scorched earth, dry dirt,
born on August 31st,
I still figure out, if you’re worth,
all my time and devotion,
a level-headed virgo, letting things unspoken,
When you put me on the spot,
I get shy and frozen, smoking to cut the silence which is poking,
me in the rips and in my head, asking to break open
I smoked 11 cigarettes, the day I fell in love with you,
but what’s love got to do,
with it or without I’m choking,
on the words chosen, vocal soaking, poets stroking, stolen ocean from my eyes,
and I hold this token,
been here before, although here is “Rauchen verboten”.
Been a teacher long enough, now it’s time for provoking,
superior intellect is what I’m woke in,
confinement is misspoken, cuz’ there’s nothing better than being alone in,
the time to indulge in the emotion,
and when we wake up,
all that’s left is just a poem.
Solitude - I’m in love with you since my soil’s erosion
My Life
