donderdag 9 februari 2012

My dying right eye

Do you see everything
as clear as I do


At the end
of time
everybody dies


Now I can see
the words
Hidden behind
the sentences
On the blind
pages


We are all 
being seen by
the big golden eye


I wish we
were more
Than we are
right now


The sun shines
around us

donderdag 26 januari 2012

The one before the last


The one before the last

HOFMAN

Lines of Vision


Lines of Vision

HOFMAN

Laughing black guy in the dark



Laughing black guy in the dark

HOFMAN

zaterdag 17 december 2011

Hallway To Nowhere


My second finished painting.


"Hallway To Nowhere" December 2011

The Indians Are Still Alive


This is my first finished painting.

"The Indians Are Still Alive" December 2011

woensdag 14 september 2011

Treasure


Life comes
& life goes
Seads are planted
& the flowers grow

Citys are ruled
by the rich
In every bar
you can find
one big bitch

The green forest is shrinking
towns are getting bigger
& bigger
Each day more
& more people
are getting sicker

Only the blind have
the possibility to
read the mind
The most expensive treasure
is hidden at an place
that no-one can find

We have came
by big wooden
ships
To see this land
this new land

They can only understand
by reading our lips
The little child
in the back is waving
with her left-hand

We were defeated on
the big sea
Defeated by
the evil lordships

We came to
your homeland
To ask for help
& care from
your Lord

I will neal down
for him
here in the sand

He will get gold
& silver as reward 

I’ve stolen more
of it than
I can expand

Also he will get
one beautiful
shipyard


 -No

Wind Hose


Walls make us
blind
Blind for the
outside
We are hiding
on places no-one
will ever find

Curtains seperates us
from the deathly
black night

We can’t win
this game without
an fight

On this planet here
one can only life
when the other one died

lock the door
& close the window
There is an storm
on his way

It will be
one big wind hose

Scared Little Girl


The scared little girl
grabs my hand
& whispers in
my ear
We can’t go anywhere
we can’t get out
of here

Stuck in this dark room
until our bodys
disappear

No my girl
no my child
Don’t be scared
I’ll get you
back in to

the wild

maandag 12 september 2011

Mysterious World

What hurts you
the most
Is it pain
life
or death
The scream of an
child getting
raped by life
Waking up after
too much whisky
& wine
Finding your parents
murdered on the
carpet floor
Black people with
guns next to
there cock
Catching your love-one
with an other-one
Feeling transparent in
this mysterious world
An gun against 
your head
An sharp knife
in your back
No sunlight on
an raining day
Walking around with
an death unborn child
Getting lost in the wilderness
all alone
& scared


My eyes are
blurry
My hands are
cold
Please get me
out of here
I don't want to
be old

Spirit of the Unknown

I need you
like the flower
need the rain


Filling up the empty
space in your mind
I can find places
you'll never find
I can make your
eyes go blind
They call me the
spirit of the unknown
Or an forgotten
wishful clone
I'm older than
the oldest stone
Your the one
I'll make my own
I'll do everything for you
even break my cheekbone
When the end comes near
I'll die alone
At the end of the
day its all about
her


The slow-train to death
is waiting for me
I only have to hop on
& take the ride
The trip to the
other side

Savior

Let's fuck the pain
away my love
This time I'll
be above
We will fuck the
night away until
we fly like an dove
Taking acid all
nightlong
You can't stop me
I'm too strong
If you think you are
better than me I can
assure you that
you are wrong
Let's make this
our night
& our song
With drugs we can
expand our body
& our mind
Open doors we've
never opened before
My knowledge is
broad as an
bookstore
Let me take all
your pain away
I'm your savior

My Dear old Friend

Death my dear
old friend
Please tell
us when
When is this horrible
life going to end
Could you start by
killing all the madmen
After that could you
please murder my girlfriend
I'm sick of feeling her
skin against mine at night
again & again
I would set her body
on fire it would
be an godsend
We'll dance the ring
of fire just please
tell us when
The death is
our bookend


Sweep the wooden
floor
Sweep it good
We have to get
rid of all the blood


We life
we die
We laugh
we cry
Death not
ends it


Please let me die
before the end
of time
Mother please
don't cry
It's all for the best
it has to be
this way
I don't want an funeral
& I don't want an grave
Just read my words
& you'll know why

vrijdag 29 juli 2011

Pregnant

We are just waiting
for the better days
Will they ever
come
Just keep praying
laying down
on the driveways
Girls getting pregnant
wile using an condom
When they get fucked
in the bathroom
of an old cafe
Cheerleaders already have
an child before they leave
there dorm
Isn't it great
to die on
the highway
They will never
find you in
the sandstorm

Sunrise

I want to die at 
the age of twenty-seven
That's five years
from now
No I don't want to
die in an house
or an wagon
I want to die in
an open field
Won't try to kill
myself with an weapon
I'll just stop
breathing
Let my flesh get
eaten by an lyon
Let the birds eat
out my eyes
Please let me die
with an smile
At dawn just
before sunrise

The Cop

We'll cross
the border
The deathly
border of life
There giving us
the stopping order
You'll have to
kill us to stop
Alright I'll kill you
said the officer
your nobody
& no-one
knows you
An bight light
came from my gun
I've killed the cop


Mad men flying
trough the air
I'm dying of
horrible pain
but no-one seems
to care

Hurting

It hurts me that
you weren't here
I could not be
complete without
you near
Now I have to wait
for an other year
I thought we
were friends
You didn't call me
or even left me a note
But as we all know
every good thing ends
Now I see the most
important are
the girlfriends


If I could create
my own name
I would give
myself an number
Than there would
be no-one here
to blame

Moon

Blank lined pages
& an never emptying
fountain-pen
To much to write
such little time
It will take years
before I'll write an
good sentence again
Words aren't writing
themselves
The moon tells
us an story
The story of
the night
You can only
hear it when 
your blind
We can't win this
game without an fight
I've drink so
much
I can't drink
no more


These down to
earth creations
Are based on
the history
Of all the forgotten
nations

The Ride

The next ride were
going to take
Would be the ride
of your life
Also the longest ride
you'll ever make
Now get into
my car
Put your bags
in the back
Watch out for
my old guitar
We won't stop until
the next whisky bar
Don't be scarred
don't be afraid
It won't be
that far
We will be there
at sunrise
Go to sleep
for now
I'll wake you up
when it's wise
When she
wakes up
She will find me death
behind the steering-wheel
Read my handwritten
words & worship