Obama confused
The upperlip
charming the under
no wonder
we are all
enchanted,
but the left
eye sees
what the right
can't see.
Madrason 18-03-2009
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Mocking Bird
Mocking Bird
By trying to be a bird
i am denying the
possibility
that i am
already
free
Madrason 18-03-2009
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Milky Red
Milky Red
Your being longs
for whites and blues
with your red hair
on high-heel shoes
waving in the air
you sink away
in beaches of time
you are a cloud
which doesn't know
how to flow
for your used
to get by
in the sea
not the sky
your a pearl
that is why
you can mistify
this life
all of us
and all of me.
Madrason 02-09-2009
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Message to Ata Kahn
Message to Ata Kahn
Writing is your blood and god
it gives you hope to cope
for hurt at length
will grow you strength
if you are in your dome
you'll always sleep at home
for the most glorious pain
you've turned into your grain
of love
thus never shoot the dove!
Madrason 15-04-2009
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A Touch of We
A Touch of We
Did not I see what my heart whispered to me
did not those birdeyes sing so silently
did those unsudden promises not shake my tree
was not my passion there to set me free;
i miss a true stroke, i miss a touch of We
Madrason 29-04-2009
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Just a Kiss of Eén kusje maar
Just a Kiss
In just a Kiss
I built my
unity
and all I miss
what made me shy
were
you
to me..
15-12-2009 Madrason
Een kusje maar
In één kus maar
vond ik mezelf
kon ik vertrouwen
aan schoonheid bouwen
waarvoor mijn dank
; 'Oh, vrouw.............en! '
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Naked I'm born
Naked I'm born
I'm not a prophet nor a puppet
if there's a gun than I'll dropp it
Don't need a reason for each season
won't sign a treaty for a treason
If there's love than I'll enjoy it
if there's hate than i won't spoil it
if there's a bullet written with my name
I'll tear my blouse for you to end this shame
I'm like Ceasar but without a dress
naked I'm born but never the less.
15-04-2009 Madrason
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Hallelujah
Hallelujah
It wasn't obvious
the dove flew away
and i did pray
for the light to come in
still in the egg
i had to fight
for what is mine
to become
i broke out
of my home
and became
roofless
from the start
and i learned
to get by
and fly
why i
flew away
I had to touch
an angel's hair
to really now
that i was there......Hallelujah
Dedicated to Leonard Cohen and copycats.
Madrason 15-05-2009
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Crowded
Crowded
Spirits walking on the roofs
no fear to fall or slide
no spirit of the dead
that did ever die
it's really crowded in the sky
and crowded in the streets
spouses and sprouts in all houses
crowded in my head am I
crowded in the underground
crowded in my ears
look what i have found;
my face crowded in tears.
Madrason 21 08-2009
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Homo universalensis
Homo universalensis
I do not look at thee
as if upon a honeybee
afraid if thy might sting
but rather as a cherrytree
that blossoms in the spring
you are not man nor woman
but of them all first human
a flower to be admired
a light desiring to be fired
your heart is beating at my door
in room 3, four or five
you jumped into my life
and pumped your virtues through
a Golden Bough to do
it is my deepest plight
here on my knees I might
bow seven times for
je t'aime and je t'adore
you and you, yes you.........
Madrason 15-04-2009
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Free
Free
Different birds
skimming the sky
in search for food
-a big fat fly
prying upon my foot-
with clouds as sheets
flying in fleets
from grey, white,
bright sliver-blue
I close my eyes
on an Ave melody
to be with you
bubbles Maria and me
feeling free, feeling free,
feeling free..............
Madrason 01-08-2009
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Poem to the World
Poem to the World
This is my poem to the world
into which my blood is curled
for Love beats at an open door
with so much more in store
I cannot find a better dose
in which to offer you my prose
But Love is my call Love to ye all.
Don't build walls but build a temple tall
for the Love of this World isn't small.
15-04-2009 Madrason
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Graffity
Het staat geschreven in beton
de lange staken roestend staal
de ruiten glimmend allemaal
en ogen dansen rond op het balkon
gevangen door gevaar voor staar
drie boompjes in gedwongen steen
het is een briesend kil gebaar
waar vluchten al de kind'ren heen
met plastic tassen AlbertHeijn
het blikgeluid gebaart van die
getuigenis van zuur en pijn
op blanke muren: .... graffity!
Madrason 09 04-2009
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Democracy
Democracy
Tiananmen come again
we need you everyday
send flowers to brutes
play Panpipes and flutes
let the tunes be the fire
of a newage's desire
be like Revolução dos Cravos
spread like Lisbon's petals
that sweet scent of freedom
Tiananmen come again
let the dried blood
fill us not in Vain
let the bullets sound hard
for a soft sigh's certain death
instead, never forget
never be forgotten;
Tiananmen come again
for we need you everyday!
Madrason
The commemoration day 03-06-2009
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Reality
Reality
Twisting in everything but my head
you'll find the human-beïng that I've met.
Because all you've seen or reminisced
is a flesh representative of Beíng
which tries to Be:
so if you never were you've never missed
a thing but pure and sane Reality.
Madrason 16-04-1992
Contact
Niemand weet
werkelijk waar
het samen-stemmen
en wanneer
dat overgaat
in samenzang,
ons ingeeft
tot samenzijn.
Madrason 07-01-1996
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Hush Hush
Hush Hush
Obsessed by Obsession
never in her possession
tender wavy cherishy
never on her lilly me
orch-idea impressions
soft cloud goodbyes
rayed in flashy whites
enslave my nerves
and dendochrones
beat through my bones
if only once, I miss
that long lost tenderness
of lovely lips caressing,
of lovely lips caressing
of lovely lips possessing
'Hush, Hush..................! '
Madrason 24-10-2009
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Butterfly
Butterfly
I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly
Each time i land and try to walk
i hear the rumours and backtalk
and lose a load of yellow chalk
I 'm made to make lovers
in bellies one discovers
i'm tickeling their clovers
long before the summer-start
i'm showing colours in your heart
too carpe deum is my part
I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly
Madrason 10-04-2009
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Tired
Tired
This is the crossroad
on which I am a toad
waiting for the rain
to soothe a burning pain.
This life is too demanding,
the obvious is branding
your way of life
if you don't strive.
I'm holding no grudge
for who am I to judge
the ones who stole away
identities per day.
This is the crossroad
on which I am a toad
waiting for the rain
to soothe a burning pain
Madrason 30-04-2009
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Me the joint
Me the joint
I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
untill that grass became my dyer*
my vision stolen future gone
I can't remember what I've done
my visions mistyfied my view
and all I tried brought nothing new
I saw Lucy high up in the sky
I tried and tried but couldn't fly
diamonds are forever like my Joint
I couldn't care or make my point
the joint was me and my desire
I took a blow went with the flow
with my backyard on fire.
Madrason for a friend 16-04-2009
* Dyer from dye thus colouring and from dying thus passing away from this life.
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Rise Of The Enchanted
Enchanted words, and enchanted saying, enchanted words that has no meaning. Enchanted words that goes afar, enchanted saying that brings you to the stars. Rise of the enchanting is beautiful as my Lord, for it is as seeing into a woman's eyes, and love at first sight, everything is now on one accord. This is the freedom men as spoken of the freedom to be, enchanted with the mind for all to see. For as others have tried many have surpassed, the diverse mind that comes with many tests. What is the enchantment of which you so humbly speak, for it is freedom, the freedom of the meek. For I am enchanted but holding back I shall, until I show my true feelings for one I can appeal. I am enchanting and I am free, but not free to be, as tough it is my ecstasy, but I have the freedom, because freedom is free, but not enchanted I may not be, for to be free I have to be enchanted, because to be enchanted is to be free. May I be enchanted grant me thee, shall I be enchanted, shall I be free, for this is my rise, this is my plea, this is my enchantment I always wanted to see, the enchantment within me, my rise of enchanting, the enchantment for all to agree, because finally I am free.
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Stromen Vuur
Grijs is de wereld
waarin ik woon,
zwarte bolster
blanke pit
waar muziek in zit.
Grauw zijn de wolken
waarachter zon
, koffie, thee, ik drink
een hele zee
en zit op vers katoen.
Witte Marron ben ik
geschreven Madrason,
gedreven door de kern
die onhoudbaar
bruist als
woordvulkaan.
In stromen vuur
aan Uw schenen
puur
laat ik U dromen
en nader tot mij komen.
10-09-2012 Madrason
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