maandag 30 januari 2012
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donderdag 12 januari 2012
IT POURS FROM YOUR NEEDLE INTO YOUR VEIN
The smack calms you down
Make you feel sedated in this lonely town
Where the toothless speak
And politicians reek
Halitosis when they talk
To calm your spirit you take a walk
Along the concrete beach
Sanctimony is out of reach
How dare you slip into my dream?
It’s my most naked realm
You keep sanctimony by your side
As you take blasphemy for a ride
Nothing can tame you cause you're in a hurry to reach yonder
It takes a slight bit of depravity to hold back the thunder
SHADES OF DEATH
One last cackle and it all ends
One last gasp and you’re over the other side
The plug is pulled and the lights go out
Just the way it was meant
Just one final tremor
Just one final shake and your body goes numb
You try to add it all up
but zero is the end of the sum
Is this the way you’ve dreamed it would be?
Or did you expect to beg for mercy on bended knees?
You hold it in firmly cause you know it’s the last gasp
You are aware that it won’t last
Nothing can stop the black cloak covering you now
Don’t cry my sweet
You never knew how
SHAMELESS BUT REAL
All she needs is some shock therapy
and a slap on the wrists
All she needs is a drape to shut
everything out
Some lubricant cause she insists
A slap on the wrists is all it takes
To get her up the hill and down
again
All she needs is them pills
So she feels fulfilled
All she needs is some therapy
To keep her paying her bills
All she needs is a 12-step plan
To make her happening again
dinsdag 10 januari 2012
WHEN THE PAINT’S DRY I’LL BE LONG GONE
Slow is
The movement I’m in
Well everything is in black and in white
Before I’m digested I’ll stare over the rim
Sound
Should be the colour of every mind
There’s the micro and the macro
And our tripe in de middle
Stateless
When I close my eyes
And I belong to you
Flourish
Ending up on a polluted shore
More greyish than blue
The water tastes godless through and through
Ask
And you will receive
Be deprived of empathy
and you will deceive
maandag 9 januari 2012
IS THIS PLUTO?
Think of
your life and how it was intended to be
Rue
Look at the
ruins staring back at you
First you
take then you contemplate
My atoms
shake
My eyes
dilate
I found
what I’m living for
May I am
and I’m alive
June and I’m
over the moon
My atoms
shake
My eyes
dilate
I found
what I’m living for
zaterdag 7 januari 2012
THE RISE AND FALL OF THE ONE DIMENSIONAL MAN
All is see is what I want to see
I smile and act politically correct
Well actually I really don’t give a shit
I’ll take your vote please
and that’s about it
I’ve taken this seat
You know the seat you’ve given me
and with it comes all my childhood frustrations
Your given mandate I sure as hell won’t follow
Solve real problems??
Well you see
That’s not my calling
I rather take the easy route and drain easy money from your purse
And when everything fails by my undoing
I just wave it away
And call for a different tuning
We’ll I’m not placed here the serve you, the queen or anyone else
I’m here to serve me and me alone
For I’m the one dimensional man
MAGGIE 1989 AND THE NEW BERLIN WALL
She waves a ribbon
A banner would suffice her more
Make her message more stern
She executes that for which she was born
Maggie was there when the wall fell and was torn down
She never expected that the same socialist nightmare
Would spill over to this land and this town
23 years along the line and freedom has slowly been chipped away
The illusion of freedom and democracy paramount
as the conservatives voices have their way
Alternative voices smothered new ideas circumcised
For bonafide dissident voices are deemed a threat to the system
Ridiculed without objectivity or regret
Maggie says we’ve been beaten into submission
into superficial hyperboles
The capitalistic hounds of hell are unleashed
When one dares to say that this is not how it was meant to be
So right is bad and left is good?
Tanja Nijmeijer in the FARC
De Rote Armee Fraktion
sure as hell spoiled my mood
Subjected to (anti) social media and binary depression showcased
We sit and remain extremely sedentary
Drowning in our own binary waste
Maggie no longer trusts her neighbour
cause her neighbour could be a snitch
The government propagates distrust
Maggie asks herself: What world is this??
What is this shit??
Maggie walks the gauntlet
Till there’s no one left
She waves a ribbon
And the gas comes and the rubber bullets hit
She waves a ribbon
cause it’s damn worth it
Dr Air is back!!
It's so great and dope to see one of my old school graffiti heroes hitting the streets of Amsterdam again. This guy and guys like Ego, Tarantula, Dr Smurry, Walking Joint, Collodi, Dragon and many others of the Amsterdam 82/83 writers wave made me get into the graffiti game when I was a kid. For me it's a feast for the eyes to see the legend back on the walls of Damski again.
THE SHORTCOMINGS OF LIVING IN A SUBURBAN HELL
Some things can’t be attained
You feel like driving a nail into your column bone
From the fence into nowhere
Nothing shines nor ever shone
Some things ride the meagre express
Coming home to a fatal nest
Speaking in hyperboles and platitudes
For this ailment there is no cure
Some things take pills to feel something
Or nothing inside
The search for equilibrium can be such a stride
Some things leaf through the pages of the “good book”
Like down here up there is just a crook
Just wild fantasies run amok
At least on bended knees you feel like being part of the flock
Some things rent an assassin to get the job done
Pills and paralysis for each and every one
woensdag 4 januari 2012
YOUNGER THEN
Ask me a question
get silence in return
So afraid of standing out
So afraid of being heard
Fear and discomfort the thin red line
The distance and the ability to conquer that
Would be like pulling an atom bomb from a small hat
The kettle was stirred my voice unheard
Yet I screamed inside
Dreaming of the days
when this wretched feeling just would die
And there she was
Red haired and young
Far away yet so close
Always shimmering
My immaculate rose
Insecurity written incoherently
In prose
Tears welled up in my eyes
I wanted to be close
But knew I would die if I even tried
So I shrugged my shoulders and walked on by
So where the days when I was younger
All dreams ripped to shreds and asunder
A full of dread and fear adolescent
Yearning to escape the ass-end
SHINE AT SPECIFIC HOURS
Green is the colour we start with
Black we end up while biting our own tail
and when all else fails
we shine at specific hours
and act oh so frail
Let’s drag our bodies over the slippery sleet
Let’s weep at specific hours
Dropping catatonically on the streets
Erect ourselves up again
Then banging on the door
of a wayward old friend
Shrieking at specific hours
Cause you think you can
So green when we start up
Blackened anddecaying
When we end belly up
DEAR DARLING DANDELION
I perceived the beauty of the hawkbit
The hawkbit floating through salty air
I look at you
watch it being caught in your hair
We understand waves of radiance
our gazing sends
Can we understand this majestic land?
I kiss your pruned lips
I find myself trapped in your honeydew
There’s more than one heaven
They’re all encapsulated in you
My thoughts head nowhere but here
You’ve shattered open my iron cast heart
My dearest dear
I dread the notion that you and I must part
But for now let’s watch the world pass by
We’ll see
For now let you be me and me be thee
dinsdag 3 januari 2012
DOCILE AND RECEPTIVE
And so it happened that we’ve dialled the same life
And so it happened that we’ve been cut by the same side of the knife
10.000 lashes combine me and you
The pain of treason
and a punctured point of view
You better listen
You better listen
They told the boy with the facet eyes
These crippling words keep buzzing through his mind
And so it happened that we’ve dialled the same life
And so it happened that we’ve been cut by the same side of the knife
10.000 lashes combine me and you
The pain of treason
and a punctured point of view
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