Henk von Stockhausen: Poems

Henk von Stockhausen Jan 2011

Sometimes I swear
that I bleed cement
because those stains
just won't go away
sometimes I wonder
if I'll regret it
but the scars won't show up
for a few days
but why live for the future
when we could die for today?

we're gonna regret it anyway
so why bother to explain
our rationality
our statement
our mentalities
this pavement that speak our names
will mark the heads
upon our graves
but it will all just move right on
while these haunted sidewalks speak

so we'll build a sidewalk
with everything we bleed
then we'll walk down the middle of the street
and it would be nice
if you join me tonight
because together
we're all we need
no, it won't last forever
but that doesn't matter

So hey there gypsy
don't you miss me
It'll all be the same
when you're back
close your eyes
only when you're able
may your heartbeat rest
upon the operating table
cause no one can save us now
not that we bothered asking
not that we know how.

For someone I love.

Also sounds awesome when accompanied by a mandolin.

Gang's all here

Henk von Stockhausen Aug 2010

Gang's all here

Every single day
i seem to be digging my own grave
another foot down
to escape my world
as it's being burned down

it hurts now an forever
bacause we know
when we stop lying to ourselves
we wasted every moment together
though we're living in this hell

and I leave the T.V. on
so it feels like someone's alive here
while we're all sleepwalking
and we know **** well
that no one survived here

so stop and take a breath
to catch the ******* that we said
and peel the stress of your hands
so you don't feel like we're all dead

summertime,
the livin's rough
but it doesn't seem to bother us
cause we're allways too ****** up
to catch the moral of the story
cause it's boring growing up

only trust enough to touch
the face of my redeemer
but wherever she went
whatever she said
i can only mislead her
and i wish what I could find her
cause i'm starting to believe her

we live
our lives
like verything is fine
but when you scratch the surface
there's another truth to find

I find
we live
we die
and everything's allright
because the bottle's only half gone
guess i'll make it through the night

so we start another morning
dead from the night before it
our cigarettes and shillouettes
are symptoms of our longing

stretch, yawn
check the mirror for any damages
wash the blood and ***** off
thinking you can handle it

then the stomache goes south
from the abrasions and the chemicals
and exits through your moouth
in a sick, acidic spectacle

it happens to the best of us
when everybody's testing you
and you can't fight the feeling
that everything they said was true

that last beer
the one that you can handle
cause you're "man enough"
is you trying to tell yourself
i've had it up to here with love
saying that you've had enough

hit the bottle again
but second guess it
cause you know you're ******
finish every drop
at least this won't leave your feeling crushed.

******* A, man.

GoodGod

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

GoodGod

You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
I hope you've had a chance to grow
to show us all
that you can do it on your own
I allways knew that you would make it
you're so cold
Now sit right down because you're mine
to have and hold

They x-rays get old
we're not really so transparent
you twist your crown of thorns
upon your throne
and with no shame you wear it
you still have your pride
and no one can take that away
but that life's on the brink
and could slip up anyday
so live
while you can
as we watch the heavens
fall to earth again
and nothing really changes
good god
goodnight
amen

You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
I'm glad you made it out alive
do you feel alright?
do you feel revived?
do you feel alone?
do you need more time?
should I stop asking
all these ******* questions?

The blood runs cold
it all gets old
it's nothing new
and never will be
we've seen it all before
and we all know when you're unhappy
so ******* say something
don't waste our time
you fell in love
you didn't fall in line
and don't worry
you not crazy
you're just lost

You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
come take shelter
we'll hide you from
the rain whenever
it must be tough in this bleak december
but when you leave again
i just hope that you remember
you're not alone

The scabs will all fall off
but don't scratch
you don't want scars
you don't need any help
reminding people who you are
and when it's cold
all the scar tissue turns white
but you can't see it in the dark
So just hide em one more night
and hope it all just soaks within
one day maybe
good god
goodnight
amen

Where'd you go?

Loss for words

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

Loss for words

so you're drowning
swimming in saliva
to self richeous
to let anybody help ya
you'll never put your hand out
for fear it'll get slapped down
so the drain ***** you down a little bit more
so the trumpets are sounding
with the war drums surrounding
and when I think about it now
I'm glad you're drowning

so let it overtake you
let the floods consume you
just try to get a clear view
of the horizon before it falls
so just forsake truth
for the sake of being true
and rest assured
that no one will miss you

wipe that black spot
clear off of the map
**** it all
never look back
I swear to god
you'll just lose track
of everything you've ever had
and there's no guilt
I won't feel bad
cause you're dying anyway
fading every day
wasting away
Sorry, but I have nothing left to say

More folk.

Opposing Force

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

Opposing Force

The wires sprouting from my chest
they protect my heart
like it's covered by a kevlar vest
and they run
from my core
all the way down to my feet
and back up again
to wrap me in a subtle need
for solitude and solidarity
it's all over
there's nothing left to see
I self-destructed
and pulled myself together
one too many times it seems
because something is missing
something is not as it should be

So let's not focus on the past
when we've got this bright future
spitting in our faces
and what's left to love?
I find nothing worth speaking of
until we learn to restore our trust
we speak only lies
and we breathe only dust
and we're weakened by time
until our figures disgust ourselves
can we escape this hell?
can we ever help?
I'm trying to forget
everything that I've felt
and just start clean
but we fiend for that opposition
we all wanna see their rendition of us
to peek at their position
in this race to turn to rust

But the sun will rise again
and someday we'll all be free from ourselves
I just hope we're here
to find out if it happens
I just hope we're here
to find out if it works
caus'e that's when we'll build our plan of action
constructed from our blood, sweat, tears
the dirt from our hands over the years
I hope one day
we forget to feed our fears

**** Editing.

Sleep

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

Sleep

Well i'm stayin up late every night
and i've started to realize
that this is why i feel so dead
so let's get some sleep tonight
and dream that we're all really free
hopefully we'll recognize
How stupid it is that we drink
but we won't

So let's drink
to the though that we're free
wonder if it's worth the trouble for anarchy
whatever that means
no one really knows
but I guess it involves alcohol
and noisy basement shows
and I guess that means
that it's something that's worth living for
I don't trust it
but It's better
that whatever I had before
so let's life for this
if nothing more

I'm sleeping in today
before the sun starts to decay
my bloodshot eyes
and as that star rises
I will fall into my ways
to rest up for another night away
but it's worth it
just to say I'm sane
just so we feel safe
we all know the cycle
just as well as we know you
but now we've got some hope
some spark
to make it feel less true.

Fall in love, Not in line.

Sulphur

Henk von Stockhausen Feb 2011

Sulphur

I want you to take this match
keep it close
and when the time comes
burn down everything in your path
it's all wicker to your flame
and if you leave them a single memory
they will never remember your name
carve yourself a giant
from the remnants
a diety to end all
assure no descendants ascend
from the ashes
as cobblestone falls
as steel and bones clash
when all hope is gone
it's you and that match.

Unfinished and such...

The congregation

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

The congregation

We peel back the curtain
for another early morning sermon
you are my religion
you're the devil
but I'm never certain
did we fall to lust?
did we fail to trust?
did we lie until our mouths rotted
and filled with rust?
the symbolism's heavy
and the conversation's petty
it's not worth your time
don't even bother to forget me
I'll crawl out of your head when I'm done
If you only let me

Short and sweet.

Waste

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

Waste

You're the reason
I'm not breathin'
alone again
chainsmoking this evening away
all I need is nicotine
caffiene
and self-loathing
to make-believe I'm fine
the drugs make me jittery
and the hatred is comforting
I know **** well
the answer's in the roots
this is about me
but this is about you

So don't call me to check up
it just kills me a little more
and if you're so ******* worried
why didn't you say something before?
I don't need your sympathy
to wake up on a floor I don't recognize
you call it addiction
I call it coping
passing out each night
hoping it ends before I rise
I pray to god
you never hear these words
because you'll laugh
and nothing's ever hurt me more than that.

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter............

We're gone.

Henk von Stockhausen Dec 2010

We're gone.

Let's leave
right now
and never tell a soul
pack some water
and a shovel
let's dig some new plot holes
'cause who would really miss us?
who would even notice?
you're down to take a risk I trust
to put this **** in focus
so let's leave tonight
before the light creeps past the blinds
before the world wakes up to find
that we're gone
that we're gone
we'll get new names
to replace the old ones
'cause I don't want a thing to hold on to
and it can only get better
there's nothing here for you
let's leave right now

Let's go
we're done
we're gone
so long

let's go
life won't wait
and if we miss the train
we're gonna sink where we stand
and i can't do that
anymore than you can.

Yeah, making up titles on the spot.

While the beauty

Henk von Stockhausen Aug 2010

While the beauty

While the beauty
and your breath
take a second though to rest
with the piece upon the pillow
and my brain behind your head
just a reason to resent
just a signal that I've sent
I don't know if you caught the vibe
and i'm not sure if it's what i intend
feel anointed to the point
that i'm rolling my last resort
just to try and **** the feelings
till i can try and make my point
rejoice,
because every single day
is another opportunity
thicker than the brick
but maybe I'm getting throught to you.

Yeah mother *******.

Whoever you are...

Henk von Stockhausen Jan 2011

Whoever you are...

I'd pull every ******* tooth out of my head
if it would solve anything at all
but I would just bleed
and hurt more than I do
it wouldn't stop the any of the withdrawls
I hereby declare war
on anything I've ever loved
Which isn't a lot
because I still haven't found
that much worth speaking of
so I'll just sit in my pile of teeth and blood
and try to remember
where these feeling come from

If I could follow the roots
all the way to the source of the problem
then what's the point of existing?
if it's all so simple so solve them
if I knew who made me feel like this
I would shake their hand and kiss their ring
because that's the person that taught me how to sing
how to write
how to live
what to die for
though I may never find
the origin of this sickness
that's allright
because that one person doesn't exist
yet I hate the one
that taught me to resist

whoever you are
one day you'll be the death of me
and wherever you are
I hope you're safe and breathing
because I'll be the one
to hear your last breath leaving
and on that day
you'll be buried
with all the burdons
that you've carried
every storm you've braved
will be right with you in that grave
because no one really remembers the dead anyway

bless your heart
and **** your actions
free your thoughts
don't fear reaction
live like you died yesterday
not that it matters anyway
because we'll all be dead soon too.

Thanks, stranger.

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