I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.

I want more beer, but it's far too hot to take the walk.
At times like these
I wish I had a car.

composition: epileptic epistle
philosophic peruvian piper
coronation: kibbutz tzitzimitl

the pond moth flaunted
its wings in the
remorseless water
wider than it would
when in the meadow sky
there dead-white it laid
like an opened orchid

We all face tough stuff in life.
And I am not going to debate whether someone else's rough patch was rougher than mine, suffered more, fell to lower lows.
What's the point of that?
When you suffer you suffer.

Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.

He was the hurricane,
And I was his eye.
22/8/2019

Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

Just like rain falling
On the ground
My heart was falling
Apart

|Translation and adaptation of Reisopdracht by Riekus Waskowsky|

Because when you go…

rain, an impending rain,
a storm gusts the clouds
across the land, the sand
down the roads

protect your eyes

frightened birds sail
over the sea
the sky is quickly
falling black

...recite slowly and aloud:
I love the rain
the storm and clouds
I am not afraid.

I left college
To find out
I don't exist
In one tense
Or another.
In a certain sense
It's as real as ever,
Only as the present
Fiction takes on
More shape than
The letter.

You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette

She had acquired the taste.
The hundredth kiss made her an absolute connoisseur.

So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun

'it crept under the bed,
transparent as it could,
out of subject to be,
was found.'

My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.

Outside my building live the sinners

My door cracked and full of splinters

Televised endless vicious dance

For she's seen it ten times on Mars

Cooking eggs to cure the hunger

Cats in buildings,bored in summer

Life is a song
Emotions are its lyrics
Heart is rhythm
Audience is world
Duration is short
Sing the song as it deserves

“Rise up!”
Said Cpt. Janeway Mulgrew to
Every woman everywhere

“Rise up!”
Said Lin-Manual Miranda
You have to take a stand!

“Rise up!”
Every woman every man
The freaky people in the band

“Rise up!”
Wise up!
Wake up!

“Rise up!”
Get involved
Be evolved!

“Rise up!”
With 20/20 vision as
We take back our land

Idles hands are bad
but spare time
is the wildness of the polymath.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood