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New street pics

Evelyn's house

New street pics

New piece

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New work

New work:

Pump It Up!! 2011
3x10x10cm
Markers on canvas

THE ELECTRIC FENCE

Prison break

Trying to make an escape

Using a carefully prepared bench

Before getting fried by the electric fence

A mental prison

Can only be beaten by our schism

Who is the one yelling hedonism?

Yearning for some realism

A burning

A knife stabbed in the back

Keeps twisting and turning

The deceived mind goes black

A winding road

Hanging on to life like a hung up coat

Wanted to aboard

Falling like falling down upon a sword

A demonic rising

Mouth whispers words so despising.

Crummy tales

Causing love to fail

HER EYES WENT DEAD IN THE WORLD BEHIND THE WALLPAPER

Can you feel it?

Inside of you

Growing

Gnawing

Wanting

Burning

Can you feel it?

Hurtling towards black light

Conquering the white

Deviating

Yielding away

Can you feel it screaming out loud?

Evil

Darkness

Pain

Everywhere

It’s everywhere

Can you feel it?

Behind your eyes

Consuming

Eating away at the soul

Don’t you feel it?

Inside and around

Paramount

Expanding

Winning

Does it hurt?

Do you feel……something?

GOD KILLS MORE THAN CANCER

You want to go all the way

At the cost of everything

You want to wipe it clean

Cleansing it

At the cost of everything

Patriarchs scream out loud your name

But you’re the only one to blame

Isn’t that a shame?

Sulphur up your sky

Foam coming out of the mouth of a silly dancer

God kills more than cancer

LET’S DINE FROM EACH OTHERS MINDS

Moonshine

Sparkles of stardust covering us

Protecting us from oxidation and rust

Let’s make homage to trust

Homage to things fulfilled

Defined

Pop the cork

Emotions pour like wine

I drink from you

You drink form me

It feels fine

Stare at the stars

Stare straight into a flare

Let’s scrape away the lacquer

To see what’s underneath there

To see

An urge to reach out and touch her hull

Rationality holds me back

Trying to uphold

this homage of respect

THE FLY ON THE WALL

The wallpapers are peeling of the walls of this den

It’s smells like fungus

Piles of clothes from people long gone

A ray of light escapes through the cracked glass

Its photons hit the ground and hurl back

Dust on the mirror crowned with armatures

Creaking floor

An endless path to the door

Linen covers

Newspaper headings scream Lindberg

Another Emmet Till

Sand drifts down in the hourglass

Then comes the blast

The future will become the past

The first will come last

He becomes hast

GOODBYE ABIGIAL

We wave to the sun

while standing on a immaculate beach

While the distant light dies

We enter the state of peach

A fractal part of chaos

The tiniest bits correlate

She is the flux in my algorithm

She rattles up my binary state

She’s a delicate thing

She kisses angel wings

She undoes my eyes of sand

I feel redeemed again

We dance in gardens of trust

Yet build fences around it

Can we bleach my sky?

Make it consistence

Never again a solitary day

Will we kiss the future of just fade away?

New street pic

UNDER THE BLACK FLAG OF PSEUDO DEMOCRACY

Seconds away from disaster

The room is filled with laughter

The wine is poured faster

We lie to ourselves

We should swim in bleach

On a bleached beach

Playing with a bleached ball

Bleach the trees

Bleach the flowers

Bleach the fall

Even if we bleach our skin

The darkness still sets in

Television's assaulting images of necrosis

Purchase things you need as much as leprosy

It’s hard to find sincerity

Under the black flag of pseudo democracy

LITTLE FYNN

Son

They’re going to call you great

They’re going call you awful

Just as long as you’re sitting

on top of the world

Use the armour

I’ll forge for you

Use the cloak

I’ll sew for you
wield the hammer

I purchase for you

Son

You got to be great

You got to be awful

Just as long as you’re sitting

on top of the world

New street pics

Comic for" Bloeddorst"

Photo by Modderfokker

Piece about The Evening At Christies

www.artsy.nl

OPTIMUM DESIRES

Elsie my friend

I’m off

Yes I’ll take a cab

So I don’t have to drive

Things in my head

are vividly alive

Skimming mood indigo

Images on a spindle

The thread is long and twinning

as I try to cut loose from this struggle

Adjust the angle

Adjust the angle

So I can make it through the night

Opened eyes

A ceiling I’ve seen a million times

Awake in the wilderness

Until the morning chimes

The sludge keeps me in today

I gather all the longings I’ve strewn

Clearly an assault on what I want

And what I want

Is you

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