Subdued
Subdued
She only once reveals,
opens her skin to you,
such precious moments ask
to open up yours too,
then tastes your opinion
and throws
from your dominion
her own one over two.
Madrason 19-12-1994
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Communication
Communication
Seeking for communication
press those lips full choice,
make hungry for their content,
those tunes to tremble voice,
sing those words of never end,
adding on such inspiration,
don't have to think of twice,
climaxing through reality,
no need to throw that dice,
for you and me in integrity,
what a precious combination.
Madrason 08-01-1994
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Universe in love
Universe in love
In thine arms the world, thy hold,
ah love, thy art of never told
's what makes me seek thy trace
from me to you and from thy pace
I feel the tender pulse of time
grow stronger in this rendered rhyme
thou art engendered from a far
my faithful wish is on thy star
Ah Love, thou'st yielded life within,
conquer our hearts for thee to win.
20-10-1994 Madrason 's-Hertogenbosch
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Jazz
Jazz
See the tunes
on their faces,
masques from
cabinets of races.
Dizzy-ness
and Ellington
in penetrating
paces.
The Contrabass,
the stiff parade
and lack of sex,
till Misses Sachs
makes moments smile.
A Tambu for a while
which interlaces
-tranquil such chill-
and moods of inspiration;
it's all..... improvisation!
Madrason 16-07-2012
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Time To Fear
Picture me on the edge of sadness
I was too blind to see the truth
My hearts beating fast I'm not alone
but you're not there
Friendly smiles steal a glance
But me I'm furious inside
Can I get out of here now
Everything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I love you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
You say I do always wrong
So you must hurt me again
I feel so sorry
but you do not
And you're not here
I question why I left you
Ain't love when under your sway
Will I be safe in here now
Eveything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I miss you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear time time
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time time time time
He who has an opinion of his own, but depends on the opinion and tastes of others is a slave.
Puppylove
The blossom of your cheek,
the sun rays on your lap
a soft first shoulder tap
a heart that dears to speak.
A first whisper in your ear
a sight, soft water strikes,
a competition riding bikes,
the indecision what to wear.
Too young for hearts to say,
to proud to open up
that shiny buttercup
which blossoms -for a day-.
We keep our hearts at play
for finding what we need
in a bewildering speed,
heavens at our doorway.
And then that first tear,
a scratch on the skin,
an uncertain itching,
the painful break for fear.
Insecurity breaks through,
hearts beating faster
in for disaster
a little bit of blue....and
mama's arms around you.
Madrason 28-08-2012
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Naked, Not Nude
The nude reveals her naked skin,
looking healthy, free and fresh,
but the naked girl will win
more attention with her flesh,
gaining sympathy for sin.
It’s the private revelation
of the feelings she reveals
which excite imagination
that the nude’s bare skin conceals,
Cheshire cat without a grin.
2/13/06
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Social Woods
THE SOCIAL WOODS
I do not wish to be
a merely me
I' d like to share
and stay aware
that i am hardly a rock
sandstoned by time
everyday i losen a leaf
for someone else in need
it' s like a Sura brief
filled with love to feed
here I stand
catching roots
like hand in hand
feeding all the Goods
The open soul will always meet you as a friend, Keep your
good strife going!
Madrason
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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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Little Chief
Touch me now
Feel my face
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Trusting smile
So sweet and safe
You are the one
For you I breathe
So touch me now
And trust always
For you are the one
You are my son
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open arms
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open eyes
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
You where ever your heart wants to go
Touch me now
Feel my face
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Trusting smile
So sweet and safe
You are the one
For you I breathe
So touch me now
And trust always
You are my son
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open arms
I'll guide and I'll lead
Preacious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open eyes
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
You where ever your heart wants to go
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Little Chief
Touch me now
Feel my face
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Trusting smile
So sweet and safe
You are the one
For you I breathe
So touch me now
And trust always
For you are the one
You are my son
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open arms
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open eyes
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
You where ever your heart wants to go
Touch me now
Feel my face
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Eager hands in skin so fresh
You are the one
For you I breathe
Trusting smile
So sweet and safe
You are the one
For you I breathe
So touch me now
And trust always
You are my son
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open arms
I'll guide and I'll lead
Preacious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With open eyes
I'll guide and I'll lead
Precious little life
To guide and lead
With an open mind
I'll guide and I'll lead
You where ever your heart wants to go
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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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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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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Life is a strife
Life is a strife
...it's a seedling to grow
stirred up into the sky
untill 't will fully show
it's ableness to fly.........
Madrason 19-12-1993
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She
She
She's wild
a stinging bee
like a child
and free
not of passion
nor desire
she's the fashion
to admire.
Madrason Keulse Kar 's-Hertogenbosch 07 03 94
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Spiritus
Spiritus
De gassen zijn vervlogen
het lijk is reeds vergaan.
'Ze dachten', dat hij leefde
-van de lucht-
nu is hij er mede verbonden.
Er door verslonden
in eenzaam bestaan.
Zijn schrijven schreeuwde
-doch zeer bescheiden-
om wat gelezenheid.
Het inkt reeds maanden droog
verkristalliseerde sterfelijkheid;
'Toe sla nu zijn verstofte ziel
open met warme handen? '
Madrason 15-07-2012
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Fine Tuning
I have got some
more notes to sing
but when I talk to fast
I'll lose arrows
for my string,
they call it
fine tuning.
Madrason 16-08-2012
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Dominion Day
In my darkness
I hear jesus crying.
In my darkness
I see children savage and blind.
In my darkness
I see dead men kneel before the cross.
In my darkness
I hear the voice of evil.
Disciples, dark angels,
This is dominion day
My demons, come to me
This is dominion day
In his darkness
I can feel the storm come.
In his darkness
Holy water burns my soul.
In his darkness
A grave waits for you at heavens gate.
In his darkness
I hear screams that hide the voice of god.
Come children of eden
Pray to me on dominion day.
Pray for your salvation,
Sanctuary on dominion day
My soul, save me.
In his mercy,
He will bring the disease.
In his mercy
He will burn the oceans.
In his mercy
He will tear the sky down.
In his mercy
He will make pain eternal.
Your nightmare is breathing
This is dominion day.
Welcome to your saviour
This is dominion day.
This is my new kingdom.
This is dominion day.
Creation bleeds for me.
This is dominion day.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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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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Bedrog
Je hoeft me
niet te mogen
om nader tot
me te komen,
krokodillentranen
van de wanen,
met grijs
toiletpapier
-kom maar hier! -
zal ik ze drogen.
Madrason 24-09-2012
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