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”

New work


Some Gods Skimm Off The Top
75x90cm
Mixed media

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

New work


These Wounds Shield Me
75x90cm
Mixed media

New work


Tradition Can Be A Prison
75x90cm
Mixed media

New work

21st Century Repression
75x90cm
Mixed media

woensdag 12 oktober 2011

SEMI-MONDE


The breach and the loose lever cast a shadow on you

The twisting monotony leaves you failed and bruised

Hedonism should sweep over this city

Setting all vices free

Pure and naked

the best state to be

 

Saturated or sated?

What will it be?

Unfulfilled desires

Is one’s true enemy

 

Peek through the hole to see your destiny

Crusted and unloved

Succumbed to agony

 

So let it all go and dive in

Let your flesh be reckless

experience numerous sins

 

Your body’s a pastry ready to be enjoyed

Tame the infinite spinning wheel

Dear little poi