Without you

I am without you

I do not know you

I miss you

I have always known you

I want you to become like me!

I hate myself in you

Change yourself!

Hell wants you!

With you I am still without you

Nélküled

Nélküled vagyok

Nem ismerlek

Hiányzol

Mindig ismertelek

Azt akarom, olyan legyél, mint én!

Benned is magamat utálom

Változz meg!

A francnak kellesz!

Veled is nélküled vagyok

The woman who went too far (poem)

There was once upon a time

a woman

who went too far.

She was stopped

and fell down.

She was not the Humpty Dumpty type.

Slooooooooooowly

she gathered her pieces

and tried to straighten her back.

Despite million years of weight

pulling her down,

she managed to get up.

She stood up proud

and shook her hair.

She walked here, she walked there,

Until she went so far again.

So far is too far!

Said the men who loved her.

So far is too far!

Said the men who did not want her.

So far is too far!

Said the women who could not understand her.

Let’s go too far!

Said the women who were not afraid.

My Prayer (Poem)

 

St Mark's Church window

Our father

Who is neither in heaven nor anywhere else

Thus it’s worthless to hallow your name.

I rather if your Kingdom never comes

Your Will is the big unknown to us.

We have to work for our daily bread

(you could give us something else instead).

You can forgive our trespasses

But we can’t forgive your crimes

and the stupidity of our neighbours.

Please, lead us into temptation!

If you fancy

make a pact with the Devil.

You can keep the boring heaven

But it’s time you leave the Earth!

Let us play our games here without your intervention.

When have you last shown your good side?

On the Earth you seem to have strange favourites.

You make the ugliest rich

and many good people poor.

You throw illness and disability at people

as if their suffering fulfilled any purpose.

You create or unwilling to stop wars and destruction.

Jesus!

They claim

you sent your son down here

and allowed him to become the play-thing

of admirers

and murderers.

They claim

The Guilt

generated by his cruel murder on the cross

will make people better.

I have not seen any proof yet.

Power and Glory are made off melting materials.

You can keep them too, we need something else.

Amen