The entire Planet
Walkin streets of cold chilled mankind,
disributed by the high tension sun.
Lingering on rathole infected corners,
stretch the fingers for pure change.
Shoot the fucker down, some yell.
Most overwhelmed from the tawdry taste,
feel to get unconscious in this orbit.
Tombling motion through living Horror,
that redemption may rape me good.
Shoot this fucker down, crowd yells.
I am on the mother of all known borders,
passing this tight hole of sanity.
Armored with a gun of immaculate fear,
bullets distilled from my hatred.
Shoot them fuckers down, i suggest.
Erase each and every one filthy manimal,
with their consume perverted sight.
Make them blankheads splinter like blisters,
the old, the young, the newly-weds.
Shoot this fucking mirage, i beg.
Those useless 6.9 billion including me,
they scare the spirits out of Johnny.
That for i escape into my padded cell,
constructed in the fleshly walnut.
And there you`ll find me, lithified,
gently playing the waiting game.
Gently,
Gently.
©John Erwiss
Jun 27, 2010
May 23, 2010
Back in black with new words
Drag and Drop
Biting nails, waist of time.
Biting nails, waist of life.
Biting nails, chasing love.
Eating Cornflakes, hate you.
Drinking Liquor, waist of bugs.
Drinking Liquor, waist of health.
Drinking Liquor, chasing past.
Licking Walls, screw you.
Fell asleep, waist of memories.
Fell asleep, waist of night.
Fell asleep, waist of erection.
Pushing furniture, fighting you.
Fail to find the answers,
ejected from her brain,
pushed by the pressure,
poor dysfunctional me.
Waist of words
to a waisted woman
© John Erwiss
Biting nails, waist of time.
Biting nails, waist of life.
Biting nails, chasing love.
Eating Cornflakes, hate you.
Drinking Liquor, waist of bugs.
Drinking Liquor, waist of health.
Drinking Liquor, chasing past.
Licking Walls, screw you.
Fell asleep, waist of memories.
Fell asleep, waist of night.
Fell asleep, waist of erection.
Pushing furniture, fighting you.
Fail to find the answers,
ejected from her brain,
pushed by the pressure,
poor dysfunctional me.
Waist of words
to a waisted woman
© John Erwiss
Feb 1, 2010
Is that a joke or what? A joke has become reality....
THE PREACHER'S SON
An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men his age, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects.
1. A Bible
2. A silver dollar
3. A bottle of whisky
4. And a Playboy magazine
'I'll just hide behind the door,' the old preacher said to himself. 'When he comes home from school today, I'll see which object he picks up.
If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too.
But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunken bum, and Lord, what a shame that would be.
And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he's going to be a skirt-chasing womanizer..'
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's foot-steps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.
The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired this month's centerfold.
'Lord have mercy,' the old preacher disgustedly whispered.
'He's gonna run for Congress.
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An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men his age, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects.
1. A Bible
2. A silver dollar
3. A bottle of whisky
4. And a Playboy magazine
'I'll just hide behind the door,' the old preacher said to himself. 'When he comes home from school today, I'll see which object he picks up.
If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too.
But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunken bum, and Lord, what a shame that would be.
And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he's going to be a skirt-chasing womanizer..'
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's foot-steps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.
The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired this month's centerfold.
'Lord have mercy,' the old preacher disgustedly whispered.
'He's gonna run for Congress.
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Jan 26, 2010
clear
clear
These days it’s so clear to me
As the whores of the past flush my life down a toilet.
Oh yes it’s these days
When long gone friends came back to show me the stairway.
With an friendly cold smile the bring it all together so I can see.
Every day we are burning.
We go shopping and we burn,
we work in stupid jobs and we burn,
we feed our kids and dogs and women’s and still, we burn.
We burn until the end of our personal hallway.
Now as the dark crow sits on my memories I begin to wonder,
why the luck always slips away when moments getting stabile?
The reason is that luck has to share allot of it self on the golfyard.
No time for Loser with pencildicks.
No time for cheep and ugly Bitches.
Oh yes, these days it’s so clear to me.
© john Erwiss
These days it’s so clear to me
As the whores of the past flush my life down a toilet.
Oh yes it’s these days
When long gone friends came back to show me the stairway.
With an friendly cold smile the bring it all together so I can see.
Every day we are burning.
We go shopping and we burn,
we work in stupid jobs and we burn,
we feed our kids and dogs and women’s and still, we burn.
We burn until the end of our personal hallway.
Now as the dark crow sits on my memories I begin to wonder,
why the luck always slips away when moments getting stabile?
The reason is that luck has to share allot of it self on the golfyard.
No time for Loser with pencildicks.
No time for cheep and ugly Bitches.
Oh yes, these days it’s so clear to me.
© john Erwiss
Initial hellos
Initial hellos
I am a psychopath.
Rather i brush my teeth or a take a shit.
When i get to lunch or fake a promise.
An absolute officialy certified lunatic.
I do float.
Easy moving on the shocked peoples voice.
This works, since i stardet being callous.
I drink very often.
Than i take a look out the window,
shake my head a tiny bit around and
when outside gets unreal i`m on my way.
I will unlatch.
Licking everybodys childhood minge.
Going to cull poems from you`re pale fear.
I am sic.
Got badly infected with soul influenza.
Coughing and smoking through the circus.
Heavy steps from kafka-tired feet.
But first things first.
I am,
John
© John erwiss
I am a psychopath.
Rather i brush my teeth or a take a shit.
When i get to lunch or fake a promise.
An absolute officialy certified lunatic.
I do float.
Easy moving on the shocked peoples voice.
This works, since i stardet being callous.
I drink very often.
Than i take a look out the window,
shake my head a tiny bit around and
when outside gets unreal i`m on my way.
I will unlatch.
Licking everybodys childhood minge.
Going to cull poems from you`re pale fear.
I am sic.
Got badly infected with soul influenza.
Coughing and smoking through the circus.
Heavy steps from kafka-tired feet.
But first things first.
I am,
John
© John erwiss
Jan 25, 2010
From the Scrub
First of all i have to thank Uldo for giving me this opportunity. As long as i know him from other webplaces he allways has been a honest critic and mate. So now as this sounds allready like an academy award winning speach i will introduce my self a litlle:
I am writing since i`m 16 years old.
Through madness of Life i am a born piece of human residual value.
I never got warmhearted with humankind an its rules.
I`m a drinker, smoker and unskilled worker.
Thats pretty much it for now.
Try my best to keep the poems coming and
sorry for my bad english, im a Kraut.
I am writing since i`m 16 years old.
Through madness of Life i am a born piece of human residual value.
I never got warmhearted with humankind an its rules.
I`m a drinker, smoker and unskilled worker.
Thats pretty much it for now.
Try my best to keep the poems coming and
sorry for my bad english, im a Kraut.
Jan 23, 2010
Barfly, Charles Bukowski...
...and soon John Erwiss and friend of mine who has made quite an astonishing development as a writer. Interesting enough he usually writes in german but has started years ago to express his work in english as well. Thats why we have decided to feature him here and at uldoposch.de as well...
Similarities you may find with Charles Bukowski´s "Barfly" are not that obvious as you may think. John Erwiss has his own voice, his own character and a life full of experiences most people would consider to be exceptional. But his strong language partially nestled beneath the belt is often shocking and too strong for some. His work reflects a lot of his own traumatas in life we all are going through. The beautiful outcome over the years through his true expression by writing has helped him to go the extra mile of life. "When Buddha stole my shoes" is the current project he is working on and hopefully we get to see an extract of this book project. Besides that and foremost we will display here his peotry written in english.
Leave a comment if you like and have fun reading poetry from John Erwiss!
Similarities you may find with Charles Bukowski´s "Barfly" are not that obvious as you may think. John Erwiss has his own voice, his own character and a life full of experiences most people would consider to be exceptional. But his strong language partially nestled beneath the belt is often shocking and too strong for some. His work reflects a lot of his own traumatas in life we all are going through. The beautiful outcome over the years through his true expression by writing has helped him to go the extra mile of life. "When Buddha stole my shoes" is the current project he is working on and hopefully we get to see an extract of this book project. Besides that and foremost we will display here his peotry written in english.
Leave a comment if you like and have fun reading poetry from John Erwiss!
Jan 22, 2010
The biggest bang yet
Here is my take on one of the most frequent asked question how life has started folks...forget Charles Darwins big theory on evolotiun and lets get back to the GOD hinself and don´t worry... hey its satire and if you look around maybe its getting clearer to you too that something has gone wrong badly with mankind....
...so one day in the outer universe
It happened suddenly in space
when a big bang took place
cause GOD left a fart
and designed mankind
into a form of art....
to be continued....
...so one day in the outer universe
It happened suddenly in space
when a big bang took place
cause GOD left a fart
and designed mankind
into a form of art....
to be continued....
Welcome...
For more than 6 years now I am publishing under my pseudonym at http://www.uldoposch.de/ poetry, short-stories, bulletins, artwork and more creative stuff. I have received a bunch of funny and very touching emails from you my friends about the question when finally the new website will be ready - and here I am back again with new stuff, mp3-material, new concepts, new talents, new poems, short stories and so much more like Illustrations, cartoons, comics exclusively presented at uldoposch.de by the American artist "Scratch", so back at you my dear community of fans, artists and all others who wrote me so nicely, Thank you so much for your encouragement.
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