donderdag 22 augustus 2013

I'm insane, it is good to know that I am not alone.




I'm insane, it is good to know that I am not alone.

Violence in Media does not affect our children.
Acting like a slut is helping feminism.
Making child pornography legal would help pedophiles control their urges, these are wide spread believes.
Talking about drugs in pop music should be OK, as long as the younger children don't know what you are talking about (Miley Cyrus said something like this once.)
and for decades now people have been dancing to the explicitly promiscuous Macarena song.

Mankind is insane and reaching out to fellow degenerates, we say we are just browsing and entertaining ourselves.
But there comes a time when watching gore for entertainment becomes making gore for entertainment.
The lines are fading and parents are teaching their kids from age 1 to be homofoobs or hooligans.
The media is confused, they can't figure out why humanity is crumbling,
but they feed us more and more visual footage of when and where it is happening.
It is time we laid down the Bible for we are no longer worthy of it's teachings.
Long has it been since I met a Christian, who does not disgrace his temple with tons of alcohol, just because Jesus drank a little wine.
We won't go to Hell, because we are already there and this is where we like it, all we have to do is admit.

zondag 18 augustus 2013

Christianity isn't funny.


Christianity isn't funny, but some Atheist aren't either.

I was once a good little Christian.
On my knees, I would pray to a deity, that I had never seen or heard, for him to forgive my sins.
I would do this every night before bed and I would always have a lot to say.
Now I am an Atheist, but I still have plenty of sins to confess.
I would like to use this blog as an opportunity to do so.

Forgive me for I have sinned,
I have spoken ill of my fellow Atheist,
who in turn spoke ill of other people's religions.

No matter how much I would like for them to seize their judgmental practices,
it is to be expected of me, that I would ask this of them, in a polite and civil way.
This has not been the case, as instead I threw a fit and a childish tantrum.
I want to ask you now can you forgive me?

donderdag 15 augustus 2013

Serenity:



If Hell is fire, suffering and darkness, then it is here on Earth.
If everything you can think of is possible on this planet, then it must be Heaven too.
This is why we monks meditate, to get closer to the Heaven in all of us. Snuff the darkness as it were.
I wasn't always a monk, I used to be a crime lord.
Ruling Rotterdam city with an iron fist and bags of cocaine and Ketamine.
After a few years in prison I have seen the light, this world was such a bad place because of me.
Because I brought more darkness with me, I made the darkness stronger.
Criminals were people too, misunderstood people, who misunderstood the world.
Shunned human beings, who shunned the world in return, creating a circle of darkness.
A downwards spiral of hate and suffering.

In prison I learned that there are far less bad people on this world, then there are people who don't know any better.
People who like me thought there was nothing wrong, with making a living from death and suffering.
That the suffering would be there without them.
But when I returned from prison, I learned that I had clients because I could provide them with drugs, that there was organized crime, because I organized it.
Completely gone it was not, but the incompetent fool, who took over my rule, had lost a lot of terrain and the city was better of without me and my criminal ways.
This is when I decided to move my rotten mind away from the bad impulses of life.
I secluded myself in the mountains of Tibet and became a Buddhist monk, to allow myself to embrace the finer things in life.

dinsdag 13 augustus 2013

The Open mind/ Shared trip confessions

This used to be a Dutch poem, by popular demand I've decided to translate it into English as well.


The Open mind/ Shared trip confessions

The drugs you didn't take,
experienced trough empathy.
Two thoughts, sprung from different substances and impulses,
synchronized to one symphony.

to not let the let the songs go unsung,
while they're laying on another's tongue.
And pry open the doors that separate our minds.

So that together we can come to the conclusion,
that we wouldn't have though of alone.
And foresee with open mind, what a closed mind would have never suspected.

(picture was found on tumblr, I don't know who the original creator was
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/trippy-pictures)

donderdag 8 augustus 2013

Warning Extreme content

mutilation my sensation


Hold this,
I spoke, as I placed the knife between her ribs.
Creating rhytmic music from your blood, as on the floor it drips,
like a metronome.
I scalp your head and examine your dome.
It is empty, how sad, it reminds me of my heart.
Or at least the empty cavity,
of where it used to be.

Shut up,
I say, to your muttered whining.
It seems you are slowly dying,
from the pain I inflicted on your chest.
You have minutes to live, at best
and you mustn't ruin my fun.

I am done,
I scream, as the last breath leaves your mutilated corpse.
I feel no remorse for our sudden divorse,
as I never loved you, like in the last few hours.
The chains on the wall, becomes the grave in which I burried you,
when I mark it with flowers.

zondag 4 augustus 2013

A Rant that fails to be a Haiku

It is fucking cynical
and full of assumption.
A poetic masterpiece.



And now a haiku that fails to be a good rant


Cynical as fuck
poetic masterpieces
full off assumptions

zaterdag 3 augustus 2013

Experimenting with parentheses and the fear of life.





I'm afraid I've come to fear life.
Pain is as intensive as a womans touch and both hurt the same.
Sound is amplified and constantly transmitted, only for 'my' ears to hear.
Television and radio are screaming my name.
(driving me insane)

I've never feared heights before when I was younger.
I've stood on many rooftops before,
but now my eyes hurt, no matter in what direction I look, and I can't take it much longer.
I fall down to my knees and crouch into a corner.
Afraid to live. (afraid to think)

So many things I think of, things I still have to try.
My body sinks in the tears my thought's create. As I sink,
something else emerges, something foul and without emotions.
It can not fear and it walks out into the world.
(like a zombie using my body)


....
the picture in today's poetic menu is from Donny Darko.
A cult classic that I'm very much a fan off.
If you haven't seen it yet, you can count on me, recommending you, to do so.