"kil" poems
Gebroken
verslonden
kapot
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
het is ingestort
buiten
en van binnen
Elke steen ooit gelegd is gevormd door jouw handen
neergelegd met een precisie als geen ander
het cement zo sterk, dat het elk blok omarmde
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Alles omarmende warmte wat eruit raasde
alsof het nooit zo is geweest, zoekend als dwazen
hetgeen wat we ooit als een rots in de branding voorzagen
de muren zijn weggeblazen
de vloer onder mijn voeten weggevaagd
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Oorverdovende herrie dat het maakte
toen één voor één de stenen vielen
de hemel brak open
evenals het geluid van binnen, nu buiten, schreeuwend en krakend
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Wat ooit geborgen was, staat nu vrij om te raken
zo geschiedt, het lag immers open voor de gevaren
tot de blik op de edelen haar ***** verraadde
het werd zichtbaar, de klok tegen het geheime wapen
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Als gegeven lagen ze er voor het oprapen
een voor een tot aan de daken
met eigen handen gebouwen om te bewaken
opende het de deuren tot alle ramen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Het haard inmiddels geladen
wat koud en kil was, is met volle vuren nu rustig aan het garen
tot in elke hoek weer een keer de zachte adem heeft geblazen
lege ruimtes langzaam gehuld in verhalen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Stap bij stap is elk blok aangeraakt, vormend in lagen
van buiten naar binnen en van binnen naar buiten, het is omgeslagen
met stenen, hand gesmeden
opnieuw de warmte in gekneden
van jou overgedragen op mij, een thuis door gekregen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
alleen maar juwelen
buiten
en van binnen.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which ***** two souls, and vapors both away,
Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go;
Go; and if that word have not quite kil’d thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Oh, if it have, let my word work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it be too late, to **** me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.
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****
Like you
Iike me
Like everything that we wanted to be
Like love
Like us
Like our souls as they turn to dust
Love you
Love me
Love everything that we wanted to be
Love love
Love us
Love our souls as they turn to dust
Lost you
Lost me
Lost everything that we wanted to be
Lost love
Lost us
Lost our souls as they turn to dust
Hate you
Hate me
Hate everything that we wanted to be
Hate love
Hate us
Hate our souls as they turn to dust
**** you
**** me
Kil everything that we wanted to be
**** love
**** us
**** our souls as they turn to dust
**** you
**** me
**** everything that we wanted to be
**** love
**** us
**** our souls as they turn to dust
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Virus Virus Covid-19
Virus Virus Novel Corona
Are you really on a world tour?
If yes then please follow the rules
Live yourself and let us live
Please don’t be so keen to kil~
If you are really very hungry
Go and eat some nice candy
Please don't scare humans
Please don't kil~ humans
Both Humans and Viruses
Can live on earth in parallel
Planet earth has so much space
For you, for us and all the flora-fauna
So please kil~ your killing attitude
And behave like a cultured youth
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
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Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,
Who liv’d in both, unstain’d with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parlament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty
Kil’d with report that Old man eloquent,
Though later born, then to have known the dayes
Wherin your Father flourisht, yet by you
Madam, me thinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble vertues praise,
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, Honour’d Margaret.
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Mark Kozelek sang about it for his first album as Sun Kil Moon, to remind himself of lost loves.
So did Modest Mouse, probably in a methed-out spark of inspiration.
And Neil Young, immortalizing Kent State.
And Damien Jurado, going back to love.
What is the draw for Ohio? Is it the landscape? The memories? The people?
A couple of friends of mine moved there not long after getting married.
She is from Cincinatti, he's from Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
Oh, Ohio! Maybe one day I'll visit you to try to understand your lure
Why so many musicians write about you
But I'll have to come in the late spring or summer, otherwise
Your winters will be a ***** for this Louisiana boy.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Jack and Sill
Swallowed a Pill
Ran up to the Hill
To kil* a heavy Monster
Jack shot and Missed
Sill shot and Killed
The ugl* heavy Monster
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
"i died for this country
we fought against them
this country is mine and fellow veterans
i am comrade though the war ended in 1980
i have to be honoured make my name a street
we comrades should govern our country
let us die in power for we deserve it
these bornfree people should respect us
we should own all power in this nation
we should control everyone in this nation
i should be rich ,thats my reward
lets take farms from whites
lets let the people do that for us
all we have to do is to poison their minds
with the right words we control them
let appoint each other as ministers
we can corrupt and no one can condem us
anyone with a hard head lets eliminate
we killed in war we can kil again
beware
hey lets own companies too
why not create our own mines
why the hard way lets take them
after all its ours we own this country"
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
when I think of K I think *****
gross, crawl under the bed find the lost shoe
drag out the ***** & *******
& have an op-art party
when I think of m I think of the holy earth
in its orbit around the sun;
I think of snooch when kdf cro sses my mind; idk why I've seen the light I can smell the light
I just want to sing praises to her golden fleece;
her *** is several miracles at once
ya, for the deluge is coming she's insti nctively brilliant & beautiful
w/ the son of god in cat
racing rapid space; come low & sing softly
M to me means I can walk 1,000s of snowy, sandy, snowy miles w/out stopping
I look for u on the stagecoach; the old film I saw;
her musi c is awandering; she got write love right brain
d d d nor not des loi aa s kil she got gypsy blood
she is behind me isn't she speak Eng lish e I'm thinking thnk
eyes th ing of KDF makes me . s, .
. cream into my cookie jar; .
oh the bowl is so hollow I no now know
she is a silver shadow on my her Spanish childrennn shattered mi rro r M e she makes me strong stronger than any mortal man has a right to be Lo we a
**** is a strong st s I she knows I''m smoking looking over her open fan eyes aglitter w/ phosph erus sulfur bu we lov
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
This is mine
The overwhelming urge to share
Is a symptom of a condition
Is a desperate plea for affirmation
Unbecoming one as needy and selfish
As I
There was a time
I was the loudest laugher
When the laughter was at my expense
Hunkering down, stealing against depression
With varying degrees of "success"
My sense of self-deprecating humor has suffered
But this is mine
So I can take it with me to the grave
Walk it down the aisle
Put it on my face fall in love with mirrors
Turn up my nose in scorn
At any fool who thinks he can take it from me
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
I like to pre _ tend how you
broke. my. heart.
somucheasiertohateyou
But I have your dog
and I keep\ him\ near
While I'm kil'ling' the' h'''ours
sift{ing th{{rough} {{pic{ture{{{s
Still. those. brown. eyes.
make ~ me ~ qui~v~er
& it's not-supposed-to-matter
how you sk》》ip》p》ed away
while my guts tripped. in _ your _ wake
Ihaveallthoselovenotesinabagnow
along with your; necklace
thank GoD for. the. whiskey.
shots^full^of^forgiveness^
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC