q u i c k
q u i c k
q u i c k
the sounds may click
the wind will howl
like a wolf
or an owl
t r i c k
t r i c k
t r i c k
around your lips you lick
with disgust
in disguise
the eagles rise
f l i c k
f l i c k
f l i c k
all your flaws make me sick
like hugging a dove
be a nightingale
i’m deeply in love.
© Dominik Alexander / 2023
Scriptorium '77 
I will not find a time,
to be with the rest,
when here in this comment,
I grow more suppress to the fact.
that here is the purpose
The purpose of my thoughts,
one time for freedom,
two times, for pride,
three shots and I’m gone,
if a passage awakes you,
reply back with words that indent,
and grow new moments,
for this is the way you won’t be alone.
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You might sit on your throne
In promised land
But when you land back home
Down here on Jupiter
In our dusty atmosphere
Take my hand
And lead us through the storm of life
Because reality
Is so boring.
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Why is reality so boring?
Perhaps your knowledge no longer can expand, perhaps the daily routine you no longer want to do or can,
or the empty world of you all alone?
Don’t be bored, you have much talent, if you feel in doubt, share at the moon, it brings thoughts about, and know that your not alone, cause somewhere there is always another just the same and cares about.
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You touched my soul
Like a cannonball
Of the purest mind
Perhaps we are from the same kind
Those who always wander
With thoughts ponder
About life and what’s beyond;
I am here and I am true
I might go through
Some valleys here and there
But I mean everything I share
For the readers
Who like to listen.
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