March 2010
1 post
2010 mind revolution
a jazz head spins records to night white walls breath early smoke they cry heavily on such dose for a swing trying to crack open in our cold wind bones fixed own old club hearts a goal the vicious a forgotten day let alone a child play wanting to let go we never pray water runs down a wall and the music is on a monster sleeps on two beds let it rest aside work has to be done misery is free and...
January 2010
1 post
terrible writing
the silence opens up the heart at night the feet bleed when it’s hard to walk white wine turns life into course opens head for denial curse of the ninth I’m not a child and the boys grow they fool out of sight to play the symphony it might turn out just right
November 2009
2 posts
literary exercise
the days run until my memory blocked can not think clear living has been wasting time wanting to run to hide in need for salvation options must be made to care not for the past now we need to go grow old careless of joy knowing to have failed for this 24 years it is a long time the need to go clean to freshen up the life on the line
let it go
a village lives alone facing the yellow sky oranges lay down at earth monsters go out every night and the people pray from a deep grey dark moon the houses are full and landlords starve a prayer is sent and the people pay we are born like idiots we’re taught not to learn we are kept alive the village lives alone sucking living of the land the air out of children the fingers we’ve...
October 2009
1 post
people from the heart
the sun masks the earth spoiling the hidden heat and sometimes a heart the clouds that weep are sad freezing people walk skinny dogs in the park and warm homeless flow from their pumping soul embracing every jobless day while the lucky offices are full of killing thoughts and people wanting to die the streets sing peaceful as they are now so there’s light around it’s in the home sweet...
September 2009
1 post
where I'm from
the best poetry ever is yet to be written and discussed to its limits the unconscious talking brain speeds the wills into force variety cruising mode does it all to the megaphone burning laps into dust we’re okay and laughing to kill society at last no danger to come dealing sober at light no front at all we would all get it done
August 2009
1 post
for love, with Eline
for 76 days now I’m living on a tent
renting the leftover space out to spiders to head the mind out and sparkle some fires
the past is gone and troubles will be close is the day the world runs away from me from what to miss there is no return all we know is that our day is meant to burn an air mattress ballon across the rain a broken umbrella lost in deep sea a paper boat floating on the...
May 2009
1 post
interior design
ambivalent traveler to the world at mind drawing the blocks we paint what it seems to the impossible ending we reach our dreams
April 2009
3 posts
stimulus response model
wild days where to be to hear people smile I care not to survive but nothing more to change alive to clear a mind and when we are gone self-enjoy a storm when the brain’s long ways are way up gone believing in troubles a figure but no murders worth love losing doing math’s double troubles to escape the soloist we thank you that much to smile with a face your dead man can touch
no battle to name
escape a glorious victory balloon gas flows away giving power to the people chokes the daemons for the day to hope or too late killing any son’s dreams and wait future across a nation too lost revolution for hate our life on the line this game to play this fortune we pray forget the wonder on the past you must travel far there is no other way bluebirds into heart there’s no battle to...
this person
oh please alright oh night serious deviant to the mind gentle crossing for pee until devil’s late day is today at will free at last with broken neck but still standing ill eyes moving trading fast climbing down one’s hill writing books facing danger killing time we’ll be fine fuck your god it ain’t mine
March 2009
2 posts
advisory request
I’ve been writing silent words for some good liberty long somedays I’d fill up past for them like squeezing juice of one’s breast for any scary man’s bullet advisory request I don’t care for time now once I truly forget some purple days a bit of regret we strangle its own ways now for its multiple serious standards for people being left struggle and strange killing...
logic solution
I won’t be alive for yesterday’s night cutting pain is coming to smell grass we fuck the mind writing a words no non no sense a smile drawing pills delivering wills hearing voices for the mind shit shit pain yes I want I cry far is the way when I sleep I know your voice but can’t remind wait to wait worlds aside time is different I care you mine to dream the desert I know...
February 2009
2 posts
delivering waste
joy I end up with the most wild ideas that burned the college out and kicked off the brain I can’t tell you any by now don’t worry this thing I’m helping is still not insane I just can not take real but yet I function the brain strange linking every time clap it loud to daring dead poets those traveling driving around seeding wins over death but is slow anyhow and...
daily losing
over each morning the average man gets up closing his tomb feeding up the nest with the light of the day he can conquer you may say but the lazy creature boneless silly became aware of last night’s heavy bombing and rest he could even feel it now after such time left the dreaming so tight not telling a lie the rain the snow the people alive yet he wonders what if you’re nothing but the...
January 2009
6 posts
mindscape
I see blowing fake snow through the green windows of this shady bar and think a red dress in the streets tonight filled with chaos and despair alright they understand by every turn never time always tram tiny white line freezing water on the throat striking bubbles to the mind I see the shiny cake blow guiding vultures to the light
disclaimer
to be sick to leave it to depart and run away for the melting rain bet the black series on any play when I keep the time I wait for friendship delay choking water and ill everyday wrath sickness now and then for display minding the revolution going wild yet never lost ever mad images that flow work out the brain I can now think of the troubles from the past about walking alone I don’t work...
red window
I’ve met this bartender a beautiful young lady in her early twenties a great piece of ass by any international quality chart I waited long enough to see her turn around and smile she was way too nice a gutshot to the grave but she waved this young busty lady winking often she wanted to fuck I didn’t care a bit about that and still don’t know why then it came to me clearly...
dreaming tight
for every day that I manage to keep myself alive I dive dead in bed slowly, but tight and then yeah all light is lost and I feel alright running heavy or flying high not for once getting bored you cannot get anywhere else so bright the dark the night bringing dreams you cannot buy love and loving feeling quite right yet this only happens because the day is a monster that can eat you alive
turning social
age coins for old people no laundromats for 20 days smelling funny raising questions out of clothing heineken klein after work turns the spin a thick scratch over people stealing tips the amstel river stuck on glass some stick for lips and some pain to heal there’s people selling ass wibautstraat metro station is not falling apart double shots on a tin cup we can sell on-the-go socks to cops...
pinchbacks
I found a little place in the back of my head and for once can’t feel any regret this room is a nest a jungle for flies and in any curious scene only spiders can rely all the lost fear some crash for cash this is the place the fact this is all I need for my comeback
December 2008
2 posts
the last (bi)cycle
every day and time the sadness the first step to madness when one stands still with the daily amusement of the beginning not being sure about the mindless ending the clever one yet dumb the fuck the perfect one I can’t get the rhythm neither live in the same place I’ve been in the somewhere far away always standing over the same fucking disgrace no idea where to go ...
what I care about poetry
there is no time left for us to write there are blades they cut heads out at sight if we deny our right if we try and remember pain for denial if they stop this non-sense and smile we’ll always regret the night and day and sit down as masters of a slave writing and screaming mad and vicious fulfilled with desire we trigger the heart for a bullet to come and wave distinctly for someday out...
November 2008
1 post
share and shout
love will do if nothing else works through for the first time as we started as a name we’ve came upon a choice then we pissed on the lou it wasn’t for the fame but we’ve broke down and out and again shall you call it crazy or proud I’d never care about it anyhow some will say that we felt for the city and it’s trail some days some people they can act their own ways...
October 2008
5 posts
what goes on now
as I sit here sucking on a beer and staring at a nice green shirt lovely haircut I think of pills and essays I’d give my head for diving pools and crossing bays I still can smell my feet from the ground then shoot from distance at a crowd and with all this terrible noise I might even forget the night and day but I’ll never care of writing down what danger I could say
number none
as for head I don’t know if it’s all about the flow
amsterdam
heading off with no forcing in waving goodbye for what it might seem making way and smile against family on the burn and everything you could call home hope that kills screams raging and parties and people’s made by turn tv on and be an hero for some time
hope about a poem
tale-telling love that goes against a wall to be shot feeling that dives with no open air a light that spins around solitude with no meaning or reply to be told people stuck in a painless worm hole itching and scratching poisoned at chance living against and fed up with romance
September 2008
9 posts
made into this
as green that goes down onto the line the smell of burning oil the neckless white wall shirts and shoes bow ties slowly readymade after-shave and tooth-pickers paint that screams and blurs into intimacy the red dark noise pumping hard and running out of gas feeling pain while birds sing along on time coconuts and short-tails children who fuck and dream not even waving goodbye and every single...
issues of light
it came to me as I was sitting by on a beautiful sunday morning taking a heavily shit still drunk still hungover yet happy and never sad it came to me as love at first instance but it wasn’t I glanced over nothing but flies or skinny walls it was this collapsed felling like the picture of real truth exposed under your skin the living museum of the motion and soul I can give you my brain...
love again(st)
go back to elementary school back to your tiny life at early age and explain those little people that should’ve taught you that you do not write on the same page now you curb the shot on the brain you’re fed up with the insane
head again(st)
it is my problem when confusion is not a salsa dancing issue and before you grab that tissue clap your wings and state the mind we’re not here for the lost or found or the criplets or fuckers or for those who have wasted their mine or time we’re not here for the flu or the rebound we just came here to be fucked every then or now
this is rage
all the best and don’t get mad seek the quest and fucking break bad
face
all I need you know is monsters bathing in a bay or stooding still as coconuts drive its way for every then and now that you get on the say you can pile up the grievance that came here to stay
smile
I smile at the time and am grateful for every moment I’m alert and blind when walls cry as gents go away or pass by shivering teeth for a last goodbye the sad tears of the light and the dark waves aside I think of it all and this is all I remember that we were alone or happy that night
mouth
and beer shall close the bar at night and other one shall win the day or two for whom came into the light at blue short field fences well escaped even into the narrow of the day and wait angels that should burn and the flower hung up they call it a shot when the chest is a tube if it fits on the knees all we want it’s the truth
teeth
no grievance is all I say we ought to dance all the way
August 2008
3 posts
warning number two
once I came into living like she said suddenly while starring into laughter sitting happily – no one cares waving goodbye being desperous people love the love of liking the love of killing the wish and desire of she said fucking small talk understanding big time killing all your wishes and kidding all your lies and the thing about her’s she said about that envelope that strokes that no one...
warning number one
watch out when it rains about if you dance around and get fucked every then and now well just be careful with the gods that you’re praising out
#1 this ain't me
skid row guerrilla poetry mad screenwriting making efforts for writing a novel living according to it stenographer shitty scribbling random assassin thoughts cheap wine cheap beer and any kind of cheap booze and even whatever booze you can ship me going all-in getting drunk once in a while cooking and eating when available sleeping and dreaming on any floor just sitting by watching people fighting...