Evil laugh

​Im one of those people 

Who’ll try to get on your nerves

And I’ll feel as if I know what I’m talking about 

Like a fox after a group of chickens 

silly chickens are decent people 

And decent people are often terrible 

Just terribly stupid 

Its how they just are 

And often they will be young 

They will be clean good people 

Who get robbed 

Who get cheated and left bleeding on the sidewalk 

But because they don’t know 

The rest of the dumb world 

Can’t help them

Won’t help them 

Will laugh at them 

And that’s life 

And pure evil despite legend does not have  an evil laugh 

It just does 

And no one hears it 

So the joke is on them 

My child still

I dont have anything to say at the moment,  or maybe its just that my head is a bit dazzled.
As a good person  you are expected to be polite and nice to people despite them being rude to you .
Out of common decency you have to be happy when someone achieves something , and we try the best we can to be sincere .
But perhaps I am not . Forgive me that I do so .

When I told you about the sad things I had to go through it was just information to you . When I laughed and decided to play it was only annoying to you . When I wanted a softer tone or an honest smile it felt outrageous to you. In the start I did what we all do. I put up with it because my feelings and ego was involved , so it became a matter of self respect.

For my mother self respect meant something else , it meant fighting , it meant giving everything one had for the cause of honour. I dont believe that. My opinion may be the child of a bad experience or the child of a new social theory but it is my child still.
I will not drink in tears for another , my own swords have left little room for more pains .

Into the dark

There was a house not far from mine – I never really went inside or walked to close to who ever lived in it . The night was a safe shadow for me to creep peeks from a far .
A small stream in between – mountains could scare me as that little stream could . I went from night to night – to the empty house . I would go alone with nothing special – what do you take to a lost house if no one is there ?
Ofcourse these are not details to be shared with anyone .  Since the night was open to beasts  To ghosts and croked  causes . Casper out of the casket and cats in the bag with riffle eyes under a moon lit night – ha – the only moon to be seen was a passing airplane .
The night seemed safer – you cant wonder the streets alone in broad daylight , unless there is a problem . Its odd to say . Like our responses are only to actions against irritations . Like we could get rid of  it that easily . We dont . We wont . I will linger a bit longer blowing fogs till its too late and leave for home .
Spiritual ? Psychological ? Physical ? Carnal ?
Can it be stopped – whatever it is .
I stopped going when I saw the car out waiting .