River Turned Puddle
river running wild; river running free.
salty. blue. clear. river.
surging over the hills and valleys of a face
untill SPLASH-like a waterfall
you hit the bottom of a gorge
joining your fallen comrades in a puddle on the ground.
My Cancer Of The Mind
They say let me see that smile
big and wide
happy and honest
let me see that smile.
but i cant smile
so i drink some water
swallow their hopes in the form of a pill
and i smile
small and sweet
numb and unknowing
(can't feel my pain growing)
and i wounder if you cant feel cancer if it's anyless fatal or anyless real
so i take the pills and smile
forever silenceing my deadly cancer of the mind
The World Is Full Of Idiots
the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...
In between young fingers pale as the blank page
lays the writer’s wand
incantations completely foreign to the prophet, to whom this transformed timber employs
a wise old oak buried inside out
graphite earth at its core
body stuffed with earth, instead of earth stuffed with body
the gaudy yellow exterior
forever dressed wrong for one’s own funeral
a murdered wise and ancient entity
ripped apart by carless metallic hands
on endless assembly lines
Creator of things.
A god of its own.
doesn’t suit me
forced words require a tool more artificial
I trade it for a keyboard.
from A Fallen Tree All Make Kindling' (dutch Proverb)
Whenever I sit under a tree I’m in my grandpas arms
My grandpa was like a tree with his strong and silent charm
He would shelter the world under his shade
And in the harshest storm he just merely swayed
He was like a tree but not the ones with big flowers
For his beauty was endurance it lasted more than mere hours
My grandpa was a tree the kind with big leaves
The kind that when cut down the whole forest grieves
He was like a tree big and gentle
He sat there and listened kind and parental
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Oh Depression How I Love Thee
oh depression how i love thee,
how i feed u all my sarrows,
oh depression ur just so inviting with ur call for no tomarrows.
oh depression ur black vail of thorns are my favorite clothes
the way u encompass me no one even knows.
oh depression how romantic u r with ur little white pills for rings
the way u force me to think, why its my favorite thing
oh depression your so loving your knoosly arms closed upon my neck
and oh the way u stay with me even though im such a wreck
oh depression ur so beautiful ur absolutly stunning
your eyes always red and ur makup always running
oh depression ur so smart, u clever little thing
why the way u sneek upon me i scream so loud i sing
oh depression your so strong you'll always hold me tight
no need for you to worry im not alone at night...
Dear Moon Why Are We So Gray?
the skys are black tonight and theres a blue moon above my head
the sky seems sad tonight and now the moon is bleeding red
i look up to the sky
i feel so small
asking it for the answers
but all it ever gives me is silence-all you ever give me is silence
i ask you dear moon 'what's wrong with me y are all my colors gray? '
but u dear moon never answered my question
as the light began transforming night into day
i said 'dear moon why must you be this way? '
and finally you answered much to my delight
u sent a shooting star to chase away the night
and moon u did answer
from your pearch high in the sky
you said to me dearest moon 'i am you and you are i'
so i said 'well y so quite moon? '
and she said 'well y so quite girl? '
and then i had my answer.
everything looks gray in the stars light and you my Love will always be my star.
Beauty Is The Beast
beauty is the beast
upon our souls and hearts it feasts
it makes us blind to itself
behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth
yet in every place where beauty lies
the angels breath out their gentle sighs
its iron strength conquers our hearts by storm
transforming our very souls into their darkest form
to beauty does our money go, to beauty does our hearts
oh beauty it does cast its spell and triumphs over smarts
for beauty's thirst is unquenchable with habits most costly to sustain
it is beauty that calls to us and causes all our pain
and those who do escape beauty’s graceful wrath
yearn for its cursed gifts with envy doubled rather than halved
for beauty is the ugliest and foulest creature of them all
and in the end it is beauty that everything must fall
for beauty is the beast that we fight within
hence if beauty is the beast one can never win...