donderdag 2 januari 2025

To the test

Gotta break it. 
Gotta paint it just right.
Tell my story 
Or else you just might

Take my lifeline.
Take the way I just might
Have a breath now.
So I can do the things right

And maybe survive. 

maandag 30 december 2024

Strike the right tone

It's simply the wrong volume
They say.
Got to be soft and tender
It's no longer about the words I say
Or the message I convey.

It's always the same tale.
People getting lost in the tone.
And simply without fail
I become a lesson to be learned
(But they never want to).

The way I shape my vowels 
Around my consonants 
In my mouth.
An exclamation mark too many.
Simply too loud.

The way I swallow words
Down with my spit 
Just to burn the hurt
Right out with my stomach acid
(But it never becomes delicate enough).

The way my existence is too present,
And the way silence was implied. 
Expected to be stuffed 
Back into my intestines 
To be digested 
Until I can lie
And say all is fine.
All is well.
Can't you tell?
Never meant to break 
Your image of yourself.

I'm right here, spit me back up.
I never was easy going down.
Everyone needs to be reaffirmed now 
That they are a good person.

I guess that is all that matters.
I guess this is what we care about.
It's settled.

Who cares that people can still hurt my feelings.
I'm all but stone in people's minds.
Fuck, you can still hurt my feelings. 
Especially when they get denied
(But they'll say they didn't).

zaterdag 14 december 2024

Cycle

If you let them

Do unto others 

What is done unto them 

Will the cycle ever end

And not start anew?

vrijdag 13 december 2024

Christmas started in Palestine

Santa Claus can't visit Gaza.

Maybe that you'll understand. 

Cause God Forbid you take a shot

At understanding the tale of death. 


No that the airspace above Gaza

Is closed to Rudolph and friends, 

That is something Western enough

To be something you might get.


But God forbid they ask for silence 

To be gifted as a present. 

And don't they dare ask to be gifted 

A future beyond the present.


Cause that would be too much empathy.

That would be too much to ask.

vrijdag 29 november 2024

Iron

How can you carry a people in your heart
To keep them whole, 
To keep them safe?
How can I carry a people away from harm?
From a world that is ready to bury,
To let them bleed out for days 
And carry them off into their graves.

How can I disconnect you from your escape,
Your silly memes, and your little games?
I want to rip it all apart.
The soft soothing hole
That makes you think all is okay.
That there's no need at all to hurry.
You need to understand what's at stake.

Every life that burned away.
Every beginning that stood no chance. 
Every empty crib that no longer sways.
The red that stains the land.

~*~

The land will not recognise anyone else.
It can count the rust on their keys in years.
It wil not turn stolen lives into ownership.
Land cannot be owned, wil not listen to fear.

~*~ 

It's upside down, this world.
Exactly like it's made.
The rot settles 
And then rises to the top.

It never mixes in well.
It clots 
Then leaves a taste.
 
Always of iron. 
Always of dirt.
Always hated.
Always thinks it's undiluted 
And celebrated.

We gave life to our mistakes.
It's just not our own lives we give.

donderdag 21 november 2024

Optellen

Nooit meer betekent niets meer
Wanneer 
Nooit meer
Eigenlijk “enkel 
Voor levens die wij wel
Op waarde schatten,
Maar de rest kan
Dood vallen.” 
betekend.
Dood vallen 
Met kanonsballen 
In hun armen
En hun ziel op hun tanden
Waar ooit etensresten 
De dag zagen.
De rest van de dag
Is niet op komen dagen.

Geen rust te bekennen
De geluid van drones
Als muggen die jennen
Tot ze nachtmerries drinken.

Het is nog steeds sommige levens zijn meer waardevol dan die van anderen. 
Het zijn nog steeds ontmoetingen met de dood en niemand die iets wil veranderen.
Levens begraven onder ingestorte gebouwen zouden we niet normaal moeten vinden.
Ik tel de resten van mijn ziel in gebroken harten en verloren kinderen.

vrijdag 15 november 2024

Traitor

How about you care about my experience 
Instead of making it about you?
How about you listen to what I say
Cause you never really do.

There's something about how I
Know what I want,
That makes you demand that 
I become what I'm not.

How about you take your words 
And shove it back into your mouth? 
How come everyone that's silenced
Is so obsessively loud?

There's something about how I
Live my life unbothered. 
That makes you want the space
To totally interrupt it.

So raise your glass
And take a sip!
You got them all
Listening!
Sure, It must feel
Like a win!
Sure You're not next 
On the list!

Oh raise your glass
And have that drink!
You will need it,
Don't you think.
So come here
And share a kiss.
Then chose swim
Or then chose sink.

Either way you'll drown.
Either way you too go down.