Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Perhaps
I've never had a calling to be something other than the feeling I have to run away from everything.
And these days it's getting harder to get my shit together and not leave everyone behind with their thoughts to haunt them. And I wouldn't even care, I'd look for the most beautiful thing I can see and I would want to die in that moment. This feeling surpasses everything and I can't even get it in to words properly. It may make me irresponsible, but I need to be what I mean to be.
Perhaps, I like that word. So perhaps, it's one of those days. Or perhaps it's the winter.
And these days it's getting harder to get my shit together and not leave everyone behind with their thoughts to haunt them. And I wouldn't even care, I'd look for the most beautiful thing I can see and I would want to die in that moment. This feeling surpasses everything and I can't even get it in to words properly. It may make me irresponsible, but I need to be what I mean to be.
Perhaps, I like that word. So perhaps, it's one of those days. Or perhaps it's the winter.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Trusted lover or total stranger
Verraderlijk, veranderlijk.
Ik en mijn vijand. De oneindige liefde.
De geborgen leugen. Telkens opnieuw.
Hemels vol met regenbogen, wat kan dat voor een leven zijn?
Bazen en zaken, verlaten als hazen, de mensen die jou op stang jagen.
Verloren in hopen, massa's die lopen, kopen en alles verkloten.
Dit is genoeg, het einde des dagen, ligt voor de boeg.
Ga maar gaan staken, voor alles een kreet slaken.
De hoop die je ziet, is gedoemd.
Ik en mijn vijand. De oneindige liefde.
De geborgen leugen. Telkens opnieuw.
Hemels vol met regenbogen, wat kan dat voor een leven zijn?
Bazen en zaken, verlaten als hazen, de mensen die jou op stang jagen.
Verloren in hopen, massa's die lopen, kopen en alles verkloten.
Dit is genoeg, het einde des dagen, ligt voor de boeg.
Ga maar gaan staken, voor alles een kreet slaken.
De hoop die je ziet, is gedoemd.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
"All we ever see of stars are their old photographs."
I'm screaming for the illusion to arrive.
All I get are dusty images from the past.
The future I predict for myself is no sweet sight.
I'm either dead or alive.
Maybe I'll stop convincing myself that this is it.
All I get are dusty images from the past.
The future I predict for myself is no sweet sight.
I'm either dead or alive.
Maybe I'll stop convincing myself that this is it.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The smallest heart
Everything known, diminished by the only thing that is wanted.
The image of a love, an everlasting incantation, swaying back and forth.
With all and none, the loading breath composes its own end.
The silhouettes are the dream itself, transformed to a vivid spectacle of friction.
A moment observed.
The image of a love, an everlasting incantation, swaying back and forth.
With all and none, the loading breath composes its own end.
The silhouettes are the dream itself, transformed to a vivid spectacle of friction.
A moment observed.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
I can't imagine being human any more.
There is no such thing as an adult. What we see here, are kids in big bodies.
Kids with the brain of a full grown person. Dangerous mixture to say the least.
Though I've had my doubts if this will ever improve, that our consciousness is willing to evolve..
This is what has to happen and we probably won't have to do a thing about it.
I see this fake economy collapsing but I can't figure out why an elite group would want this.
People in control must be smart enough to really realize that it's about power. Not pieces of paper.
We'll soon find out. I can feel it, but I could be wrong.
I can think and I do that a lot. But I can't speak nor talk. It's getting harder and harder to pretend. I do this because it feels like every one I know is a child of mine and I have to take care of them. I'm done, the love and hate relation doesn't even matter. Everything I imagined is still bullshit. But it's all I ever was. Nothing and everything.
Kids with the brain of a full grown person. Dangerous mixture to say the least.
Though I've had my doubts if this will ever improve, that our consciousness is willing to evolve..
This is what has to happen and we probably won't have to do a thing about it.
I see this fake economy collapsing but I can't figure out why an elite group would want this.
People in control must be smart enough to really realize that it's about power. Not pieces of paper.
We'll soon find out. I can feel it, but I could be wrong.
I can think and I do that a lot. But I can't speak nor talk. It's getting harder and harder to pretend. I do this because it feels like every one I know is a child of mine and I have to take care of them. I'm done, the love and hate relation doesn't even matter. Everything I imagined is still bullshit. But it's all I ever was. Nothing and everything.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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