maandag 31 oktober 2011
vrijdag 28 oktober 2011
donderdag 27 oktober 2011
NEAR JOY
Open the door so I can see you
Love is best when you don’t have to try too hard
Kiss me and I’ll stand the test
Brass hinges and I’ll arrange the rest
Fluidly we flow forth
Sliding over sleek landscapes
Closed eyes show scenes of purity
Opened eyes convey your beauty
Emotions reach a sonic boom
Pheromones released
Sub-detectable fumes
Here we are and we are real
No eye in the sky
Only what we feel
Wet is the tip of my tongue
Joy is here
No need to wait
Till spring has sprung
YEAH SOMETHING LIKE THAT
Like the infant Earth we’re still taking shape
Like the first light hitting the infant’s skin
Like the first flight that yet has to begin
On my left hand side union
On my right hand side disintegration
On the one hand ecstasy
On the other abomination
Trying to take off while standing on the tip of your toes
Fantasies of leaving Earth to roam precious skies
Pining for every particle to converge with the infinitesimal
To leave the shell behind and transcend to the purest state
Beat for me my untameable heart
Beat for me keep at bay all tarts
Constructed of longing and achievement we are
Although brittle and easy too discard
To experience true glory
True grace
Golden rays emanating from the sun
My hands grabbing air
Your hands grabbing air
Our hands grabbing air
We’ve just begun
woensdag 26 oktober 2011
MY RAIN
It’s raining now
Cars hiss by
Wet asphalt
All of this
Still I dream of you
I’m sitting here
A window seat
Drips find their way outside the window
My fingers drum a beat
Thoughts being filed
Wrongly filed and scattered
Yet the scattered ones form something new
All of this
Still I dream of you
Clean linen
An empty space next to me
Outside the driving rain
Inside rivers of glee
Emotions and desire coalesce
Forming something new
All of this
Still I dream of you
CRYSTALLINE
It begins with a hint
A spark
A feeling
It germinates
Spreads outs
Materialises
Ridiculed
Expands
Takes hold
All provocative ideas are received with ridicule
It’s the way of things
Home in on that thing
Hold it tight
Hold on to it
Be ready to fight
It begins with a hint
A spark
A feeling
It germinates
Spreads outs
Materialises
Ridiculed
Expands
Takes hold
dinsdag 25 oktober 2011
THE DEBRIS OF BIRTH
Sometimes I think there’s no solution
except total extinction
Not that the Universe would care
No longer is this a world which celebrates creativity
The sense of wonder disintegrated
by the ones born with a dead stare
We had our chance and we’ve blown it
The caretakers who only pillaged and devoured it
Bricks and mortar
Glass and electrical vines
Steel cages and sedated dreams
It was a dream when we were born
Now enclosed in a tomb we feel torn
This world shows less and lesser compassion
for the weak and the meek
If you could go back in time
Would you still want to be born?
“Do your shift
Make production
Sleep all day
Sleep all night
Be happy
Smile
Dial”
vrijdag 21 oktober 2011
IT’S GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE WINTERS
Fragile leaning against the bulletproof window
“No help for you Harry”
Big mouth from behind protective glass
You’re so heroic behind that protective glass
Also live behind a thick layer of glass
Always has been living behind a thick layer of glass
Not my own choice to live behind thick layer of glass
It was bestowed upon yours truly
Really
I promise
I don’t feel helpless yet not sure weather I’m free
Still I’m so tired of begging on bended knees
Silver spoon friends on each end of my imaginary table
Love seems so far away
Almost a fable
Cold damps emanating from my mouth
Maybe this year it might be wise
To head down south
I WANT YOU
Flower
Nectar
Blonde
Ultra violet
Pheromones
Eyes of blue
You
Summer
Breeze
Squeeze
Evolving
Reshaping clouds
Grass on our backs
No Lament
No Lack
Words
Dreams
Desire
Mystic
Unrequited
Wanting
In endless streams
Love sure flows
Love beams
Lips
Hips
Venus hills
Eye lashes
Phoenix from ashes
All thrills
Quiver
Excitement
Enticement
Break all barricades
Move serpentine
High like high
On morphine
I want you
I want you
In the zenith
of all odes
of wanting you
GOODBYE ARTHUR MILLER
Goodbye Arthur Miller
Goodbye you ol’ dead salesman
Say hello to the blonde if you can
Goodbye James Joyce
Ulysses an endless stream of words
Don’t you worry none
They sure as hell were heard
Goodbye John Steinbeck
The Grapes of Wrath
On a lifeboat with Hitchcock
I’ve watched the clock
go from tick to tock
Goodbye Allen Ginsberg
You dared to confront the constrains of life’s bore
Moloch’s howls can still be heard
Through the cracks of our door
Goodbye Hank Chinaski
What more can I do
than lift my glass filled with red
in honour of you
Goodbye Mr Burroughs
If I had bug powder in my vicinity
I would forever wander the interzone
And leave all this tripe behind me
Goodbye Arthur Miller
Goodbye you ol’ dead salesman
Say hello to the blonde if you can
THE DAYS OF THE RUDIMENTARY KID
What do you see when you’re asleep?
What do you see when you’re awake?
See me
I’m here
Yours to take
I’ve journeyed to see you blossom
I’ve journeyed to lie on your bosom
I’ve journeyed to see you dressed in frock
I’ve journeyed to see you
and beyond the material you
and take stock
What do you see when you’re asleep?
What do you see when you’re awake?
Please see me
I’m here
Yours to take
donderdag 13 oktober 2011
THE RIVER STYX
Sail me over
My dear Charon
My time has come
I grasped first air when I was born
Now the end is nigh
The end of my sermon
The sails catch the black breeze
Two coins on my closed eyes
Evocations and we’re off
My body stiffened, wrapped in linen
Embalmed, draped coif
Sail me over
My dear Charon
My time has come
I grasped first air when I was born
Now the end is here
The end of my sermon
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