I was walking in the landscape
Of my crowded mind
Surrounded by noisiness
And poisonous commotion

Until I found a place
And peace of mind
A sphere of silence
Like a dome inside my head

But to hear nothing
And to see nothing
Is to be left alone
With anything the mind conjures up

With brooding thoughts
And troubling doubts
Surrounded by clouds
And self-inflicted commotion

The sound of silence
Is the best thing around
Until it becomes too loud

And when it becomes too loud
There is no doubt
That I begin to long for sound
Again

I
Do
Not
Hope

Silly
People,
Frantic
Paranoid
Trembling

Shameful­ly
Deceitfully
Precariously
Adversatively
Contemptuously
Unaesthe­tically

Unreasonableness
Melodramatisation
Interchangeability
Ps­eudophilosophical
Overpresumptuousness

Another day to procrastinate
Another day to stray
Another day to think about
Another day to wait
Another day for marvelous strategies
Another day to think
Another day to plan ahead
Another day for lifeless effigies
Another day for a poem to come my way
Another day for a line
Another day for a question mark
Another day for another day

We shook hands, standing on the bridge
At the end of everything that was
You were looking at the water
A dark menace now looking wonderfully comforting
And surprisingly inviting
I was looking at you
Frailty and wonderful beauty combined
Yet shockingly cold

You went to one end, I to the other
At the end of everything that was
You were looking at the suburbs
The mess of the sprawl now looking comforting
And surprisingly inviting
I was looking at you
A dot disappearing into nothingness
Yet shockingly ever present

With one eye fixed on the new year
The other on the crazy cat standing near
I smile and find
That hope is on my mind

Grandiose curiosum
Tittle-tattle tralala
Association after association
What has been and could have been
And would have been and isn’t
The fourth rack wrecks
With rumours and whispers
And dishonest lies
But sell your soul for some sales
And you’ll end up in an endless devaluation
Of the moral
And the valuable
And decency and fact
Between a cold Sun and a dead Star
There is nothing worthy to Express

I didn’t vote, because I didn’t care
And it didn’t matter anyway
A pawn I was, a silly ant
My vote was mine to throw away

And thus ended election day
With the grave result for all to see
By throwing away my precious vote
I too instigated the second-rate democracy

The hum, the hum, the humdrum
Time after time after time
After time
Tedious tension
Rapturous repetition
Antics, Panic, Pandering

The con, the con, the conversation
Never ever, ever never
Never
Average ambitions
Wonderfully lukewarm
Everything, anything, something

The winter of our discontent
Became the spring of fury
Only to end in the summer of docility
Because limits are bumped into
As easily as frustrations are forgotten
And as soon as the momentum has gone
The passive majority will claim to have won

The discontentment keeps on lingering
Against the background of potential change
But the status quo knows how to appease
And puts the revolution back at ease

The winter of our discontent
Held the promise of history
But ended, once more, in tame passivity

Silently the social media hero strikes again
The swift and ruthless keyboard warrior
Crushing political correctness
Debunking liberal drivel
Overpowering the opinions of the obsolete

He grows and grows
With every post
And tweets make him feel
Like the torrent of thoroughness
Raging through a landscape
That needs to be cleansed

Outside lies a hostile world
With prying, judging eyes
Online, a world of possibilities
Where virtual battle cries
Are the prelude of a rally
Between the devoid and the deluded

But through his own gaze
Focused on the reflection
On the computer screen
A social media hero rises
While outside, the world passes him by

It wasn’t going according to plan
Because the plan was non-existent
As I so wrongly thought
That stumbling unprepared
Was better than a thorough setup
Bound to make one care
Knowing that it never could
Or would go anywhere

The gaze that mesmerised me
And set a parallel universe on fire
Somewhere in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

What is is not what could have been
What could have been a whisper
But soon as the gaze was swept away
That parallel universe became unseen

Get out of my head
With your great expectations
Combined with cynical criticism
And self-righteous selective blindness
And let me get back inside my comfort zone
Where there’s not too much ado about anything

Life is a choice
Between the standstill and the maelstrom
Between faceless coincidence and fearful fate
Between settling for this life
Or gambling on paradise
Between wondering why life went by so fast
And wondering why we were merely pawns
Life is a choice
And the loser takes it all

Charity is a curiosity
To some it seems a worthy cause
Others find it spiteful
And despite intentions that are good
I think it should be understood
That charity brings fortune to a few
While others are left to rue
Charity is a lottery
However noble it may be

Solitary man
Always in good company
Of wonderful women
And Gainsbourgian groove
C’est bon chic bon genre
And rudimental rock at the same time
Crude cool
Love’s fool

Passion and percussion
Lust and lavish beats
Charming chansons
And seductive songs
Melody’s magnetic melodies
Du Jane B & Initials BB
A celebration of beauty

Monsieur Gainsbourg
T’es magnifique
Authentique
Flegmatique
Channeling what it means
To be obscenely genial
Fericiously cordial
What it means to live life
As If there’s only one day left
Toujours
Monsieur Gainsbourg

Words and associations
Forming in the darkest corners of my mind
Unstoppable processes
Result in lakes of shameless insanity
Society would frown
Like it frowns upon everything
That isn’t boring status quo
Or harmless harmony

Everything means anything
And everyone is no one at all
Identities are interchangeable
Changes are identical
My thoughts are vessels
Crashing into icebergs
My words are thoughts
Aiming for the heart

Like a spider’s web
My meaning is all over the place
Towards eternity and back
And equally as easily broken
When everything is connected
It takes one thorough aim
To make everything crumble
To make nothing at all

Once upon a time
There was aspiration
And inspiration to achieve
Things of greatness
And great hope
That hopefulness would matter
But as a matter of fact
Fact tamed fiction
And aspiration became what has become

Every now and then
I need my dose of modesty
To have someone or something
Show me the relativity
Of human creativity

So I go and wander restlessly
Through majestic mountains
With snow-clad hats
And watery feet
And lots of nature in between

And I realise the things I’ve done
The petty man-made magic
Is static and dull and pathetic
Compared to nature’s frantic
Splendour and might

I keep on hoping
That one day I can say
That the artificial can compete
With nature’s regal feat

Though now I humbly admit
That the peaks and the crags
Crumble my effort and wit
And show me all that I lack

I’m right in between
The man with the horse’s head
And the horse with the elephant’s skin
As kaleidoscope-eyed insects are crawling all around me

In the distance I see green valleys
A paradise regained
Where beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder
But there for all to see

But I’m stuck here in the inferno
Where ghouls are the least of my problems
My attention grabbed by the walking set of teeth
And the fire-breathing bird-like herd.

For in here the owls are not what they seem
And creatures near me are eerily freakish
While my eyes are set on the lush lands ahead
I’m stuck in the middle of the gruesome and the dead

In the long run, we are all dead
She said
So we decided to make
Tonight’s passionate embrace
About the acceptance of mortality
The celebration of fatality
The moral neutralisation of infidelity
All the more reason
To get it on
And whether wrong or right
To use this night
To be entangled
You and I

To perpetually please the vanity of a has-been
They’ve invented the ministry of leftover ideas
With leftover civil servants
Writing leftover policies
Based on leftover ideas
Ideals from the past
Become today’s secondhand *******
Presented as pillars
Of a bright and better future
When what we really get
Is the obsolete creating the obnoxious
A shady cabinet
With the allure of a shadow cabinet
With invisible MP’s
Serving an irritating Prime Minister
A tax-avoiding ****
Who enthusiastically supports
The ideas of last century
Bombarding every ministry
Into the ministry of leftover ideas

All poetry, all the time
A 24/7 poetical heaven
Talking about simple things
Wrapped in complexity
And efficiently stripping the complex
Until even the simpletons understand

All sorts of shows
For all sorts of people
Celebrating all sorts of poems
Retrograding avant-garde
Mellow love and romance
Humour, wit and wariness
Rhyme and jive
And beatnik flick

Imagine radio poetry
All poetry, all the time
From the poet to the people
Linguistic loving listeners
Who attentively admire
The soft-spoken words of poets
Cordially confused
Trying to understand
Where all of a sudden
Those most welcome
Listeners came from

I go about things the English way
With careful consideration
And euphoric euphemisms
Ever so polite on the outside
While internal I’m feeling infernal
And the only reason why I can
Is because I’m a ****** English gentleman

A poet is sitting by the riverside
I can see him staring at me
A gaze full of pity and disdain
As if I am the one to blame

Once there was the promise of harmony and creativity
Now I am trapped in his lack of singularity

And there’s only one poet to blame
One man who deserves the centerpiece
In this game of shame
For I am just a battologist’s shade

I am unable to avoid
The faults in his eyes
The tedious and battering curse
Of wasting precious potential

So I see the man whose reflection I am
And the way his eyes are fixed on me
And I see the proudness
Being devoured by the sadness
And I’m glad that I’m just a reflection

A poet is sitting by the riverside
As he stares blankly into the water
He sees a copycat staring back at him
A poor man’s poet of the people

Once there was the promise of bravura and muster
Now his company is mind-numbing and lackluster

And there’s only one poet to blame
One man who deserves the centerpiece
In this game of shame
For a battologist he has always been

He never cared to forbear
The tedious yet sumptuous curse
Of repeating and echoing
And echoing and repeating

So the poet sits by the riverside
His glazy eyes fixed on a man in the water
Who would like to be a swan
But is doomed to be a vulture
The disciple of an inferior culture

Golden sun on golden hair
The kind of girl you can follow
By the trail of broken hearts
And promises of passion
Fashionable fury
Magnificent monster
Devouring life
Devoted to lust
Desiring love

In my head I saw the cohort
Of lovers, past, present and future
Walking meekly by
Cherishing the whole lot
From first eye contact
To first touch
And even the crush
The smack on the head
That useless feeling of feeling useless

It’s hard not to make the same mistake
Even in a place so mundane
As you set a place like this
Ferociously on fire
Burning and battering
Heat and heart
Mesmerizing mess
Deviously destructing

The girl at the bus station
Promising a journey you’ll regret
And a morning after to forget
Sentimental slur
Like only a fool could feel
Heading in heart first
Ending up endangered
Feelings rearranged
Promises kept

The girl at the bus station
You know she’ll break your heart
And still you get aboard
Because life’s too short
Not to give in to sin
Sensual sacrificing
Dare to wear your heart
On a sleeve
Only to have it thrown away

So she transformed
From the girl at the bus station
Into the girl from that one memory
Of that horrible movie
And that passionate play
Hoping that it all
Proves to be a prequel
Of the story of a lifetime
About a girl at the bus station
And a fool who came to stay

She was utterly convinced
That I was a vindictive fiend
Then came the cheating spree
Which kind of made me agree

A beautiful smile becomes a fierce grin
Spewing  a vicious set of insults
For all I’ve done
And all you care
My best of intentions
Your most effective kind of indifference
I’m sick and tired of your bored look
Yet still I revisit and revive
For old time’s sake
Hoping each and every time
Things will be turned around

Put aside your viciousness
And instead of taking everything for granted
Grant me a bit gratefulness
Hard-earned thankfulness
And a bit of earnestness
I’m sick and tired of your tired look
As if my efforts to revisit and revive
Is useless nostalgia
And my hope that things will be turned around
Desperate stupidity

Last night
I thought I met a sincere politician
But it turned out to be an actor
Inspired by Jimmy Stewart

Today
I thought I met a wonderful actor
But it turned out to be a politician
Pretending to be a politician

A man once told me
That I was full of myself
So arrogant and deviant

What  was I thinking?
Writing down that I’m a poet
That wants to be read

So dear audience, skip me
And do leave me be
Alone, with my profound humility

The yearning and that burning feeling
No romantic candlelight
But a forest fire
Setting its gaze on the horizon

The aching self-awareness  
Not a looking glass
But a microscope
Scrutinizing even the measliest of mistakes

The spectacular sensation
Not instigated by the gentlest of touch
But by the tormented teasing
Potential promises of the purest passion

Those dazzling daydreams
Not of the mysterious and the magnificent
But of the sensual and the sensational
As you crawl ever so carelessly into my mind

The things you do to me
Not one thought in my mind
Is not reminding me
That you and I are meant to be

The things you do  to me
The menace and the moonlight
The sexuality and the safety
The unrest and the union
The doubts and the delicacy
The things you do to me
The thought that you and I are meant to be

Dear audience
You have been quite disappointing of late
Quiet and inanimate
Unappreciative and overrated

Gone are the days of praise
Of recommendation
Inspiration
And adoration

An abrupt end to the expansion
Of people who read my creations
And charmingly approve
Of a poet of such wit and groove

Everything is in the eye of the beholder
And nothing is what it seems
So I looked up and noticed
Her!
A red dot in a drab, grey mass
A sense of hope in a world
Where everything good
Is reduced to ashes
And everything bad
Becomes the base of who we are

We were kept apart
But kept on trying
To reach out to one another
And through imagination
And communication
One red dot brought forth a second
And we set our world on fire

We have banished the bad
The drab, grey mass
So that all is left
Is a house and another house
And two red dots
Clinging on to each other
Everything is in the eye of the beholder
So I will just keep my eyes on you.
Until we are reduced to ashes.

Quacking ducks
Dung throwers
Degenerate, opinionate

No plea for serenity
No chance for reverence
Only less politeness

Survival of the fittest
Hegemony of the crudest
Twitter for the *****

It took me 1 year to make it happen
To utter the words inside my head
And present myself as a must to be read

It took me 12 months to get my act together
To turn potential into evidence
Of my poetic competence

It took me 52 weeks to have and to hold
To give myself to the rhythmical art
And become a master of the heart

It took me 365 days to tame the passions
And use them however I please
To cure heartache with lyrical remedies

It took me 8760 hours to go up and down
And invite feelings of hesitation
To thwart my blooming resignation

It took me 525.6000 minutes to realise
That admiration will never suffice
As long as I ignore my own advice

That it might take 31.536.000 seconds to make a big change
But that sometimes all it takes is a second or five
To make a difference in someone’s life

I am a riddle,
Wrapped in a mystery
Inside an enigma
And riddles is what I love

I am a master of crime
A bundle of vicious wit
Combined with callous creativity
Instead of petty violence

For brute strength
Is far from refined
Compared to this mastermind
I am one of a kind

So riddle me this,
Riddle me that
And get used to the fear
For the Riddler is here

We are all lying in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
And wait patiently
Getting rid of the fear
Until clouds disappear
Because we know
That once more
The stars will glow

I know birds and bees
And magnificent trees
I have seen them on TV

I have climbed mountains
Despite my fear of heights
And have also mastered digital tides

There is nothing I don’t know
And nowhere I can’t go
There is nothing I need
Besides my 24/7 live feed

I have met some women
The greatest ones I’ve ever seen
Sitting inside my computer screen

And my conversations are special
Intelligent and profound
Now that I don’t need to make a sound

There is nothing left to lose
And everything left to gain
There is nothing left untold
In my digital utopian world

In the land of the free
People look at an absent God
To lead them the way
To show them how to use their liberty

They trade their precious privacy
For the right to bear machinery
Second amendment über alles
Individualities despite casualties

They distrust DC ****
Consider them corrupt vultures
So in order to cure democracy
They bow down for authority

And Christian conservatives
Look at liberals in disdain
Inside strip clubs and *******
Where praying holds a different meaning

The United States of Absurdity
Shouldn’t take itself too seriously
The true leaders of an absurd world
The U.S. of Hurray

Our ability
To detect stupidity
Solely aimed at others

Fleeting thoughts frantically leave the realm of intuition
As the potential of the poem comes to fantastic fruition

I’ve been wandering
In the city of monuments
Where everything is grand
And old and new
And presents a promise
Of great deeds

I’ve been inspired
By the masters of old
Who dedicated their lives
To art and thought
And brought us closer
To a passionate force

I’ve been humbled
By the grandness of eternity
The beauty of tranquility
The artistic infinity
A stark contrast
With my own humility

Rome, my Utopia
Where God and man alike
Wander in awe
Dreaming of a time
Where time was relative
And dreams came true

Rome, my Utopia
Where I wandered in awe
Inspiration by my side
Admiration in my mind
Dedication in my heart
And Rome all around me

Most say that Narcissus
Was punished by the Gods
The moment he fell in love
With the man in the water
Yet I don’t feel pity
But gnawing jealousy
Knowing that he
Can control the subject of his love

When I look into the mirror
I see a skull smirking back at me
Dead end eyes
Infinite gaze
A handsome wreck

I seek the company of other skeletons
Set on fire by the moon
Morbid waltzes
Vivid sadness
A charming mess

I seek the company of mirrors
To end the sense of loneliness
The lesser evil
The greater good
The perfect company

As I’m standing in the spotlight
I see look-alikes swiftly passing by
But none of them pull off
That red dress like you do

And I follow very thorough
Each and every one in my mind
But all roads lead to home
Where rooms are filled with memories

You’ve always had me caught
Between the fire and your vicious sensuality
Playful debauchery
I’d never would have thought
That everything would end up in this way

As you take me by the hand
And lead me down memory lane
A love in black and white
With hints of perfume in the air

You hold on to the leading role
Despite the fact that you’re long gone
But no-one would be able
To replace this femme fatale anyway

With passion and despair
You always lured me into petty ambiguity
Mental disparity
If only I had said
That life would stop being the same

Have a look at the parade of clowns
Copycats
Copying emptiness
Copying lazy sentiments
Copying spiteful opinions
Tantrum after tantrum
Rant after rant
Idiot after idiot
This is what the world has become
Mainstream muckiness
Dreams of something special
Broken by modern day mentality
Minimal input, maximal output
All aboard the hype train
All behind the laptop
Digital drama democratized
As avant-garde lags behind

The army of halfwits
Celebrating
Celebrating uniqueness
Celebrating false individualism
Celebrating blissful ignorance
Lie after lie
Mask after mask
Actor after actor
This is it
The world’s a stage
The play is badly cast
The words are meaningless
Uttered in vanity
All brain, no heart
All play, no work
All for nothing

But with the clowns to the left of me
And the halfwits to the right
I’m taking a stance against it
Against the copying
The celebration of nothingness
The false individuality
I  won’t utter my words
I won’t play my part
I will embrace the heart
I will take of my mask
And let everyone know
I won’t settle for this
I will come, see and conquer
And then lose it all
But I’ll pick sincere decline
Over false stagnation any day

Since the longing never stops
I decided to prolong
The loathsome silence between us
And let love prolong this lockdown
Of heart and soul
Mind and matter
Fact and fiction

Since home is where the heart is
I decided to hide
From the harshness of our silence
And hide my hopelessness
From you
Just you
Always you

Strangers looking in my direction
Because I am strange to them
Their hawkish hostility
Meets with my awkward awareness

I clutch on to my pride
One of the few possessions I have left
My dignity is long gone
I feel bare on the road to nowhere

My feelings of hope
Have been pushed aside by hunger
The never ending guilt
And the gloomy sense of senselessness

We used to be alike
United in our pursuit of happiness
Once a human being, now a beggar
Bound to be a burden

From citizen to refugee
I washed up on these shores
Once a human being, now a stranger
To my hawkish, hostile hosts

Do you like charisma?
Do you like stamina?
Perhaps with a certain degree of integrity
And a bit of leadership
If you find these qualities to be evident
Then I could very well become your next president

I know how to balance
From center-left to center-right
From radicalism to conventionalism
How to be the best non-established established candidate
I’d put your money to good use
As I use gilded words in golden speeches

I won’t lose my head
While dominating the headlines
And keep on smiling while
Barnstorming amidst the blunt and the bigots
Debating with the decadents and the destructive
I can easily pretend
So I could very well become the next president

So primarily, I need to win this primary
I’ll put my money where my mouth is
If you put your money in a SuperPAC
Donate to liberate this country!
Vote to promote the road of progress!
And in time, America will be mine