Maularia Fist

poem: if Thor indeed was a poet

if Thor indeed was a poet

not a broken record on repeat
I have risen, above all I’m the greatest
I’m not yet the best – but
every day I get closer to
become a god

to be the god of poetry
that’s subconsciously my dream
and also one of the worst nightmares
because I would be a popstar and thus
I have no time to write

now wouldn’t that be a shame
when people read my bible
they don’t want to know – that
I secretly had many ghostwriters

in the end it all doesn’t do right
and I can’t please everyone
but I do have the might
to let them feel my disapproval
with a tiny lightningstrike

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poem: don’t you laugh at all this

don’t you laugh at all this

don’t play a game – of
hide and seek….with a ghost
they won’t give you the time
and they mostly cheat
now isn’t that a surprise
also there will be laughter
but not from you

just like there’s no need
to cuddle with zombies
unless you want to become one
then, by all glory, go ahead

there was once a foolish lover
he tried to tame a wicked wild witch
we never saw him around after that
and….do I need to say more – or
do you people now understand
that we’re really not safe
in the imaginary world
this godlike being created

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poem: like Gauguin

like Gauguin

not saying anything at all
you just don’t notice me
while I’m admiring your skin
as it is glowing and shining in the sun
I must be thinking out loud when you spoke
that the view must be pretty beautiful
from underneath your shiny sunglasses
and all I could do here was nothing else
but to agree

there’s a bar with cocktails and good food
at the mythical beach, full of only woman
I’m the last man standing around these parts
these parts of an travelling island
in the subtropical sea
I guess no one will leave

here I paint with ease and
people later will find this remarkable
but I have here everything my heart desires
so I will some day die a happy man

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poem: wake up

wake up

do not listen to what they say
because they are garbage people
and when you’re offered anything
to buy or eat or drink or have
just say no but thanks anyway
and stick to your own plans and ideas

this life we all live
are all different paths
in which we learn – and
experience all sort of things

and what I’ll learn in this moment
will differ from your lessons – unless
you’re here to do the same as me
whatever that may be

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Maularia Fist

poem: they found me

they found me

ink drips from my fingernails
into a puddle on the floor
I haven’t been writing
for a long long time

the crusts forming on the walls
are filled with my wildest dreams
they sparkle and glow
in all sort of colours

I was just put in this room
others might call it a home
they like it when I decorate space
and there never was an agreement
from my side

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poem: without company

without company

the world doesn’t revolve around me
I’m not that important anymore
it’s a sign of the time we live in
while floating through the space
where darkness prevails
and the many lights are far away
I’m just trying to shine
and be as humble as I can

I wish I could have stayed on Earth
having a peaceful life, day by day
but no, they have chosen me
to explore this empty void
of nothingness

it’s always cold out here
but that’s not a surprise, they say
intellectual scientists are – actually
I refuse to call them dumb
in my honest opinion
they are idiots

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poem: have a break, my dear

have a break, my dear

please, don’t lie to yourself
maybe you’re the greatest
but not today, my friend

while being on neutral ground
I look at rocks, boulders and gemstones
a fossil now and then seems to cry
yelling in my head, fading echos

I’m no fuel now
I still have a bright future
don’t you dare puny mortal
to even let me think I’ve gone extinct
that’s not how my story went

so I just sling shot a bird
I did it with two stones
whilst the blood spattered
on Davy’s boney skull

and you wanted to know
the stories and tales of my drawings
while I just had a need
to eat

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Maularia Fist

poem: the foolish lover

the foolish lover

don’t go and wander in the forests
not without a plan at least
and especially not alone
when the night is at it’s darkest

people say there lives a witch
beautiful as the moon
she has powers to summon beings
that are not from our realm
all she wants is to be left alone

so I will enter her playgrounds
just to see if she wants to play
a little game of chess with me

and maybe later
we will go to my place
just to get to know each other

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Maularia Fist

poem: don’t kill your inner child

don’t kill your inner child

I just threw some babies through the window
don’t worry – the window wasn’t closed
I like to think that they have wings
just like Cupid
while I’m standing in the elevator
going from rooftop to basement

people I meet have done the same
some of them are even more insane
while the little park at my house
is filled with small bones – and
wandering cursed dogs

you may think this is dark
but I can tell you this
the womb of space is much darker
with black holes and shattering stars
sometimes I wonder, just wonder
how big the babies of space are

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Maularia Fist

poem: suddenly I see

suddenly I see

you think you’re so fantastic
that you can’t see more
there’s no beauty in poetry
or just simply love

every writing you’ve ever written
is just the same old slap stick to me
like, who will you blame this time
for the mistakes you’ve made

why would you share all the shit you get
with the ones you call your friends
is it so hard to share happiness or joy
but, as you put it, you ain’t got shit
because you think you are the shit
now ain’t that fantastic

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