In trance, and a Desire to Dance

Space and time all entwined
it’s the distance
it’s the yearning
it’s my trance
it’s my craving

it’s the break of sun to conquer dark
it’s the hiss of wind
it’s the touch of sand
it’s the waves of sea
it’s the warmth of land.

I stand in awe before almight earth
the smiles and tears
lipstick lips
eyeshadow smears
and a kiss.

I laugh, bursting in loud laughters
the promise of death
the potential of life
the pointless wrath
the joyful of sighs.

I shout aloud, defying silence
to shine amidst a dimmed crowd
to set a light, to glare
to amplify the power of sound
to sing the words of my despair.

December 2008

Colorful?

I want to paint
grab a brush and paint
to taint the painted walls
to add some white to the black
to draw the smiles on the sad

I want to play the tunes of joy
I want to stroke the keys and glide
through the memories of the boy
in a crimson sea of currents and tide.

I want to speak, I want to dance
smile and laugh, to share a glance
of joy, and speak the words of today
to add the glare to brighten the day

To make love, to be love
to share, to reach above
to be happy, I am always glad
to keep away the cold, the sad

I want to sing the rhyme of life
I want to sing aloud, and fly
I want to thank all those around
I pray for smiles the day I die.

I want to share, I want to be
a beckon for those lost in tears’ sea
I want to be, I want to share
my smiles, laughters, my life’s decree.

November 2008

Page 24

Tonight, I fold a page
welcoming a new age.
As my shaky hands open another
I draw my pen to strike a line
to untangle the present from the past
for the two were melancholicly entwined

I open my eyes to redeem my mind
I retreat back, to comfort a heart
I hold my tongue, to silence the noise
to belittle that image of the past.

Feels amplified now my present.

October 2008

Subtle Reason

Let us go back to reason.
Let us go back to math.
To withstand all the seasons
as we cruise along the path.

Like a maniac fighting mills
on a dutch country-side
I had faces that used to tell
that behind those mills a dragon hides

I assumed there is a princess
that needs a rescue hand.
I found walls, a prison cell
with a floor of sinking sand.

a chamber of an hourglass
that sunk me deeper into past
for an amber glaring in the grass
radiant, shining, burning fast.

Exactly, …
An amber glaring, radiant, burning fast
A passionate me was eager to grasp.

No more, yet
I will blow from distance, to keep the glare alive.
I will blow for as long that amber cares to survive.

October 2008

Who Needs a Monkey?

Tonight I will go to circus
I will paint my face in black
No I am not the morbid joker
I am the monkey on Lyla’s back.

Lets walk across these robes
so thin and nearly loose
Lets walk risking the fall
for I have nothing to lose

Lets be blown off those canons
for I heard, Its a hell of a ride
below us mothers and sons
stealing glimpes of Lyla’s ass.

when their jaws dropped to hit the floor
a lion came out one’s mouth to roar
All hailing the pink panties wrapping lyla’s fairest ass.
Am I not a lucky monky to be riding Lyla as we blast.

Oh canon, speak to your friend the king-sized clown.
We need someone to greet when we we reach the ground.

Canon, turn off those lights
and send those people home
I am not a fan for audience
when I need to be alone

Clown, come closer here my friend
tonight you will be the dearest
don’t speak to no-one of what I’d say
for my words to you are secerts to the rest.

Lyla? ….
She’s gone.
Yalla!, everybody
Go Home.

such a lonely monkey I wound up to be
with a canon and a clown
well, i still have my funny hat on,
why not have a party, and invite the town.

October 2008

Jacks and Aces

To speak insightful words
aiming to nail the truth.
what meaningless effort is this
for whats concealed behind a booth.
Confess to me my dear
I am the casino’s only priest.
Place your bid and trust
that I will oneday die in peace.

Leaving your sins unspoken
until I am downed six under.
I will speak of them to earth worms
to entertain them off their hunger.

Now you go ahead my son
speak to me your sins.
for I am a mute, a dying one
who doesnt know a thing.

I will beg for your forgivness
from a lord almighty one
place your bids on my decks
even though I’d like to tell you
that no-one ever won.

lucky for all of us
that words do come by cheap.
and those of truth to them
are said while all asleep.
You come to me my child
and tell me the truth you hide.
Tell me of your sins
because I’m dying deep inside.

Damn it child, speak
and I will beg for your forgiveness
from a lord almighty one.

And as he shouts, Jack enters and says: nevermind the foolish one.
You keep the truth in hiding
keep the sins untold.
For soon the tide will rise
and sweep away the cold.

October 2008

An Open Mic Night

I have been so harsh lately
amplifying a rigid reality
substract of all compassion
based on clean-cut reason.

ah, look at me speaking sane
am I kidding anyone?
nothing I say is void of insanity
when the lines are blurry
and the crossover is made all too easy

like a rainbow colored wall
my heart is pure
but my mind, is all wild hiking through the unfriendly terrains of humanity.
unrefined, lacking composure.
to bring tangled ties into closure.

to take on the steepest hills
and run across the face of water
to sing along with those who sing
for the sung return of sanity’s daughter.

Give me that shovle to dig a hole
a deep one, to scream into
to then realise that humans abandoned the surface
into the depth and for them that hole was reason’s window.

come and take my hand, its dark and bleak inside that hole.
Here on earth it’s only bleak
I do not bear the sound of silence
here there’s air, to breath and speak.

Come on god, it’s just about time you turn off my mic
because here I am, all speaking shit.

or am I?

October 2008

In a Puff of Smoke

Ting Tong, the bell has chimed
a wise man has spoken
an age old promise has been broken

I sit on the edge of a table
resting both feets on a chair
with a tea cup in one hand
and a slender spoon in other
and a sugar cube all go hand in hand

the sound of slender steel on glass
stirring and stirring some more
hypnotized by that tone
until all sugar is gone.

I reach out for the red box, Marlboro labeled
I crack it open and draw a roll
I seal my lips on it’s tip
roll the stone of fire
take a drag
and call myself a poet.

I write on that notebook on my lap
the thoughts of a cigarette not my own
I write and write until all thoughts collapse
I write until words to regret find their way to my book.

Fuck, where’s the ashtray?

October 2008

In a Rakoon’s Ass

The path I have chosen seems all too forsaken
not a green tree nor astray dogs
but one distant smell of a corpse
all too gloomy for my gloomy taste
I am walking still though, in haste.

not a light but the glare in my sunk eyes
not a sound but my hilarious breaths
not a sight but the mocking moon above
not a company but a cartoonish shadow playing chase.

goddammit, where am I heading?
a hell’s pit or a room of lego heaven
red is it, or that of red, green, yellow and brown?
What colors can I savor after this prolonged dark.

Ah, …
Colors are over-rated, so are childhood dreams.
Let me stand still now
clear the patch of ground beneath me
sit down, with a glare in my eyes
start a camp fire, and sigh out my troubles
I guess soon, all beasts would join in for camp fire company.

Whose eyes are those?
Me wonder… Not for long though.
Aren’t we all pleased a pair of eyes have came bothered by my rambling?
And now since you’re here, how about a drink?

October 2008

In a Bucket Full of It

To squeeze a purple cloud
to sniff a crimson smell
to touch a round full moon
to come out a deluxe well.

to sleep with eyes wide open
to dance on rooftop dreams
to shout a spell and march
straight down to hell, that seems

all sound and sane
all round and round
and round my mind
all sane and round
all blank and vain.

Lets just hold hands and dance around
lets walk around all holding hands.
Lets die and glimpse the sight of death.
Feast on thighs and breasts of alien breeds
drink their velvet blood,
with earthly butter of cows and goats,
and water from the fierce high falls.

a slash of gore, to scar a dream.
a slash of life, to awaken me.

Lets dance and dance, all holding hands
my third eye is watching another lands.
Let walk around and dance around
lets talk of Jimmy the garbage man
he’s a good fella, he whistles well.
Down the road collecting all lively filth.

Have you seen piggy the hoe? No?
None had seen her, since the whistling stopped.
And rumor has it, she retured to her homeland spot.
With Jimmy the garbage man.
To become empror and empress of an old tuna can, in lala-land.

Oh man, ain’t that dream so far fetched.
Good boy, Jimmy.
Hats off, Piggy.
Few are to dream of tuna cans
Fewer are those to embrace such happiness.
I will now end my tale, while I can
for soon my flesh would play host to three steel bullets.

One favor I still demand
Could you poke me in the eye?

October 2008