vrijdag 9 maart 2012
THE PIPE WAS PAST TO THE NEXT WANKER YET ALL THE TABACCO WAS GONE
If this coin brought us so much
why do I see the sorrow it forced
upon us?
If this currency brought forth so
much prosperity
Then why are we sinking?
Damn what the hell were they
thinking?
Half the city’s up for sale
Privatisation killed rationality
And the corrupt hands grab whatever they can
Bonus here bonus there
Unbearable prices for the common
man
They laugh at us from their high
glass towers
As our parents lie in their own
waste
Once a week they get to hit the
showers
They never could’ve dreamt this
would be their fate
It’s the same old song:
Economic imperialism at the end
always falters
Hubris and arrogance brought
Alexander to the ground
Did the Caesars in
Melancholy spills over the brim
So what if it all falls apart?
We humans have the power in our
hearts
To make a brand new start
SWEET UPHEAVEL
Slide away
Slide away today
Slide away tomorrow
Slip through my fingers
Grains of sand
If I put you back and mend the
broken hourglass
Would that get time flowing again?
Slip away today
Slip away tomorrow
Slip through the cracks of my soul
My deepest sorrow
A boy pulls his red kite into the
air
A woman stands on the pier
Her hair gently waving in salty air
One just left the genesis of his
life
While other is halfway through
We are voyeurs in each other’s
existence
I can’t seem the stray away from my
turmoil
I can’t seem to smile between my
teeth
Like you
So I slide away today
I slide away tomorrow
I dig deep into the solace of my
sorrow
THE HOLY SPARK
George watched the horse pull the
cart
Carrying the goods
As the farmer rhythmically lashed
away
The horse took it
one after the
other
It was a sunny day
“If only the horse knew its power”
George thought: “He could overpower
the….”
Then a name appeared
“Napoleon”
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