tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31384000095107000532012-02-16T06:15:54.368-08:00Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comBlogger951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-58395832297851606572010-11-30T10:37:00.000-08:002010-11-30T10:38:04.433-08:00Nobody is totally the creator of his own circumstances<br />There happens more in life than what anyone reads,thinks,dreams,creates.....<br /><br />Where excellent circumstances(lucky) differs from where they don't(badluck)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5839583229785160657?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-88280334301919410762010-11-19T17:15:00.000-08:002010-11-19T17:36:01.172-08:00Just turn around and wonder<br />on a big blue ocean<br />there's no gangway <br />to the clouds in your mind<br /><br />Just turn around and wonder<br />on a big black sea <br />there's no emergency exit<br />in the engineroom of your ship<br /><br />It only brings <br />a sunless day<br />a moonless night<br />the polar star out of reach<br /> <br />On the horizon of the mind<br />a pale pearlfisher without a beach<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8828033430191941076?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-51549169807128057552010-11-19T16:09:00.000-08:002010-11-19T18:19:38.648-08:00Uit een gedesoriênteerde lucht<br />valt een stilte van ijskristallen<br />Een Icarus ingedommeld in ijzingwekkende vlucht<br />Neerdwarrelende maagdelijke pluimpjes tijdens zijn vallen<br /><br />Vaders gevleugelde jonge god<br />Passioneel verleidde de vurige zon<br />Niemand ademde of voorzag dit komplot<br />Kanten ionische zuilen geknakt onder weerbarstig niets doorlatend beton<br /><br />Het marmeren balkon waar je vingernagels in ijsbloemen krassen<br />Tijdloos ontwaakte je in dit barre labyrint<br />Geknield met in je handen de overvloedig gietende amfoor geklemd<br />Deze kruik zal de te lange winter wegwassen<br />In zachte dooi reikt Niké je de eerste hyacint<br />Het orakel,je hart met zomerse gloed in je hoofd gestemd(1991)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5154916980712805755?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-85607371610264420132010-11-19T15:45:00.000-08:002010-11-28T14:01:38.267-08:00After the rain<br />I smoked another cigarette<br />and when I dream you lay beside me in bed<br />you will ask me:didn't we meet that bloke before?<br />I will smoke a cigarette more<br /><br />It was all done and said in the wink of eye to eye<br />Silently we knew:we couldn't deceive the blokes deal<br />Slowly again we passed the bloke,our phrophet of death<br />knowing only at the crossroads we're ment to heal<br /><br />And when I dream you lay beside me in bed<br />we will smoke another cigarette<br />and share the portwine like we always do<br />and fall asleep in the arms of our waistland<br />The rainy land where you love me and I love you(1990-2001*2004 fr PGW)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8560737161026442013?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-68954546635830610182010-11-19T15:26:00.000-08:002010-11-19T18:22:42.553-08:00It's time<br />Give me my leathercoat<br />Give me a last antidote<br />Prepare my arrows and bow<br />Keep me tight for a second in remote<br /><br />Cruising-speed is my middle-name<br />I always kept my playclothes on after the call<br />Roving in a dream<br />Returning beyond the first primal sream<br />Some pretend to be grown-up big,I am small<br /><br />It's time<br />I will cross the swamps<br />China town for vampires and tramps<br />Put a keen stiletto between my teeth<br />cos hurts and bleeds<br />Put all superfluous kibosh below my feet<br /><br />What a delight<br />to reunite with my own shadow of light<br />Keep me tight,I start again to breath<br /><br /><br />It's time<br />Cruising-speed is my middle name<br />Administer a mortal blow<br />No death is accidental<br />None of the brightes minds<br />could easily adapt in an ego<br /><br />Crawling into space and time<br />again packed up in flesh and bone<br />prepare my arrows and bow<br />to reach oncemore the light of scepter and crown(1995)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6895454663583061018?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-26411807624120656652010-11-17T14:40:00.000-08:002010-11-19T18:33:01.096-08:00Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br />Right in the eye<br />Rio Ingenio flowing northly<br />tearing hearts out in Nazca lines<br />A dream<br />filling in<br />the empty spaces on Mendeléevs file<br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br />A main voltage filmset<br />game of 11 and 7oo miles to go<br />who programmated what?nobody knows<br />Pro tem <br />ears ad rem<br />no buttons to press,coins to insert <br />only<br />a joke,an anecdote,pretty young inside antidotes<br />Who's online<br />Who controls this crime<br />Don't dare to move,freeze slowly,<br />your under arrest cos your the best<br /><br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br /><br />Game of 10,silent and hattricks in disguise <br />900 MILES TO GO<br />Only a breeze whispering catch my tempting penalty<br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br /><br />In misty vibes ear at a cockle-coach phone <br />phone 4 times and answer as sweet as ever<br />pity<br />Somebody should've told you I prefer <br />black casks of laughing gaz<br />I only remember the first call<br />Should've been enough and all<br /><br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /> <br /><br />Scandium scandalous rolling eyes<br />An obscure agreement to loose some flesh<br />or to illuminate Mc Arthurs Park<br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br /><br />At 14 <br />make your first bomb in the lounge <br /> of a Spanish hotel<br />Shaddock juice,add sugar and twist the spoon<br />And when the glass exploded the waiters smiled <br />and called me Al Capone<br />Junction Bar,5th of july<br />Why speak about the at the corner of my eye<br />while drinking gin for the fizz<br /><br />Radiation Rhymes<br />Lovers of Rotation<br /><br /><br />26Iron 55 Caesium 77 iridium Cerium 58 engine running<br />Rust never sleeps at mirrortime<br />Hush Hush Hussy Oxygen<br />Freeze and catch ,let flow and run further<br />Hush Hush Hydrogen Hydrofobia Hyena inside<br />Hide me under your skin<br />pull my heart out and fakir my eye<br />Iniminiminimo reset<br />feu aux fesses and we're death<br />underskin and grin<br />Lets meet at the 4th floor at Loupian<br />some cave and dish iconoclastics in the brain<br />looking for an Oxyhydrogen oysteknife<br />7 hour month Apopis online<br />lets commit sunset and sundawn venus suicide<br />lets pearl dive<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1 2 3 4 5 Iniminiminimo and we're death<br />Pol Pot and Vietnam dolls on bamboo stakes<br />and napalm running through brain and vain<br /><br /><br /><br />32 stations further from burned alive<br />BoreCarbon<br />drinking a sodium- drink at Krypton Monségur<br />a scarabee replaced the ritual knive<br /><br />At the funeral the queen of spades<br />In the distance <br />the queen of hearts meanwhile cremated<br />lithium will do o so they say<br /><br />big sleep<br /> <br /><br />Watch all them kidz<br />uranium<br />making paper carnations on the beach<br />and<br />The Fonz banging his fist on Mendeleevs jukebox<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2641180762412065665?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-42593186209022325612007-10-08T00:13:00.000-07:002007-10-08T00:28:41.700-07:00Wosky's Laatste Hoofdwerkgever Tuin<br />Konijntjes knippen in palmhaagjes kon niet<br />ik had een ander knippatroon in mijn hoofd<br />Kettingrookster<br />zoals Wosky<br />Uren met Juliette doorgebracht,<br />ook haar laatste,<br />Al haar asbakken leeg gemaakt<br />voor<br />Het Eeuwige<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4259318620902232561?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-89935523360885170532007-10-04T00:52:00.001-07:002007-10-04T01:13:11.325-07:00Black Tar<br />Girl like a jaguar<br />DarkYellowBrown <br />Serge Gainsbourg fingers<br /><br />Black Tar<br />lingers<br /><br />Black Tar<br />Their goes the Wizzards guitar<br />taking him to the stars<br /><br />Black Tar<br />'gainst<br />The Pain inside<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8993552336088517053?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-88580064795389556392007-10-04T00:05:00.000-07:002007-10-04T00:06:03.510-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8858006479538955639?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-66816469575941949322007-10-02T11:47:00.000-07:002007-10-04T00:10:52.705-07:00No Ego<br />Fragile<br /><br />a wrack<br />but<br />stay<br />smile<br /><br /><br />Programmated <br />from<br />Above<br /><br />Light<br />Love<br /><br />Voices <br />in <br />the <br />Zeroes<br />No<br />desires<br /><br />Loving<br /><br /><br /><br />The<br />Light<br />blows<br />anarchists<br />like<br />the<br />wind<br />wings<br />from<br />one<br />scene<br />to<br />another<br />to<br />witness<br />some<br />acts <br />and<br />facts <br /><br /><br />The <br />Light<br />is<br />crayon<br />pensil<br />clay<br />word<br />poem<br />paint<br />music<br />statue<br />jewel<br />film<br /><br /><br />the<br />anarchists<br />the<br />instruments<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mostly<br />they're<br />not <br />beloved<br />and<br />the <br />believe<br />is<br />so<br />fast<br />forgotten<br /><br /><br />by<br />the<br />unaware<br /><br />that's<br />why<br />Gandhi<br />Martin Luther King<br />and<br />many<br />more<br />are<br />disbelieved<br />and<br />have<br />adverse wind<br />that's<br />why<br />they're<br />killed<br />by<br />most<br />of<br />the<br />audience,<br />fast<br />or<br />slowly<br /><br />the<br />mask<br />for<br />whom<br />asked<br />more<br />perfect<br /><br />Love'm so<br />No protest possible<br />against the Light<br /><br /><br />Ofcourse everything <br />on this blog is a lie<br />from a life time war- reporter.<br />war-reporters film and write<br />not only romantic sides and sites<br />but TAO of physica page 158 - ways<br />They're always in the dangerzone<br />of thruth and lie <br />That's why people shoot war-reporters<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6681646957594194932?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-73646508756274188362007-10-02T11:46:00.001-07:002007-10-02T11:46:51.450-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7364650875627418836?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-51091701871260803732007-10-01T03:20:00.000-07:002007-10-02T05:52:06.383-07:00Dit voorval doet me herinneren aan Ludo Mich verhaal,hij toonde me de binnekant van zijn jas en zei dat hij 'n sigaret niet goed gedoofd bleek te hebben en in zijn jaszak gestoken(ja,wij zijn geen verspillende mensen) bij een bezoek aan de VDAB gebouwen en dat zijn jas was beginnen smeulen en uiteindelijk in brand stond<br /><br /><br />Mijn dochter Nina,Vlad en Maarten en ikzelf gingen weken geleden een wat we rock en roll-zeteltje noemden (het zeteltje heeft de vorm van een schoen,een pump)afhalen in de GIFI,Carnotstraat.<br />Aan de ingang hing een vacature voor magazijnier.<br />Mijn werk als tuinvrouw be-eindigt en opgeroepen door de VDAB,besloot ik te vragen of het ook magazijnierster mocht zijn (één van mijn 101 stielen was magazijnierster)<br />Na de week-end diende ik mijn CV in bij GIFI ,Carnotstraat.<br />Enkele weken later ,nog geen antwoord,besloot ik de hoofdzetel van GIFI(de winkelmeisjes Carnotstraat hadden me die gegeven)te telefoneren.<br />Aan de lijn kwam een brandnieuwe personeelscheffin,eerste dag van haar nieuwe job en ze zei me nog niet van alles binnen het bedrijf op de hoogte te zijn,ze vroeg me 's anderdaags,woensdag, terug te bellen.<br />Die woensdag moest ik om drie uur in het VDAB gebouw ,Keyserlei weer op controle komen,de afspraak was een maand te voren gemaakt.<br />Tijdens het gesprek met mijn begeleidster en de vacature-besprekingen,zei ze me terug te telefoneren naar GIFI met de telefoon op haar bureau.<br />Ik telefoneer de hoofdzetel,vragend of ze al iets meer weten of ik in aanmerking kom om aangeworven te worden als magazijnierster.Een triestflauw stemmetje van de personeelscheffin antwoord:"mevrouw,ons filiaal is omstreeks half één vanmiddag volledig afgebrand..." U kunt een nieuwe vacature sturen als U dat wenst"<br />Ik zeg dat ik enkel het telefoonnummer van GIFI hoofdzetel heb en of ze mij het adres kan doorgeven.<br />Noterend en hardop dicterend het adres dat ze me doorgeeft:<br />Brandekensweg......Schelle .<br />Mijn begeleidster en ik ,onze verbazing maar ook de slappe lach,lippen op elkaar geperst,bijna tranen in de ogen.....niet te geloven.....<br />Thuisgekomen,een SMS'je op mijn GSM van mijn dochter:Amai mama,gij solliciteert en 't kot brand af.....<br />Plezant zenne,.......<br /><br />En feitelijk is mijn missie,mijn kinderen ondersteunen waar nodig en dichten,schrijven,tekenen en schilderen en fotograferen .....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5109170187126080373?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-46002267393820448452007-10-01T03:19:00.001-07:002007-10-01T03:19:50.971-07:00U noemen ze Juul Kabas<br />omdat U gaat werken met een bazas<br />U noemen ze Mariette Kabas<br />evenveel rekeningen te betalen<br /><br />zelfde vuile was<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4600226739382044845?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-55244775394575616992007-10-01T03:11:00.000-07:002007-10-02T08:31:48.955-07:00God is Goed<br /><br /><br />ze zonden hem naar hun front<br />jong en onnadenkend gezond<br />ze snauwden hem :Klep Toe !<br />en Loop Uw Graf !<br />en als 't er te vettig wordt<br />en je wordt wakker in onze hel en demoon<br />devoot ingebed<br />en als je de dood in 'd ogen ziet<br />heeft de ene god koffie gezet<br />en de andere een installatie van maagden op je hemelbed<br />'t Is onze belofte<br />en je gelooft 't zo gemakkelijk allemaal<br />Je was onze held om onze macht en kapitaal<br />je was een voorbeeldig soldaat,ne gedweêê,ne softe<br />Hadden we er maar meer zoals jij<br />we werken eraan,haat en armoede laten spruiten , manipuleren<br />is ons wereldverhaal<br />Sommigen hebben de grote witte kepie,de witte handschoenen ,de prachtuniform<br />netjes kaalgeschoren gieren met arendsblik<br />kijken wij de arme- en hangjeugd aan ter rekrutering<br />Zeg ja en dan krijg jij rekruut de gevechtskledij,JIJ ! niks meer of minder dan onze camouflageworm<br />Dat ben jij !<br />Sommigen dan weer spreken in godvrucht haat en overdrijven omtrent de verdorvenheid van de westerse cultuur<br />Zeg ja en je krijgt een terroristenpakket,gevechtkledij en sterft in hun dood en verderf leugenvuur<br />Jij !<br /><br />En als je in één God gelooft en zijn vele gezichten zijn goed<br />dan hebben overal enkele barbaren zijn wijze woorden verkracht en vermoord<br />voor de duivel en vaderland:<br />God,<br />Allah,<br />de Goede ,<br />gelasterd en in geweld verpand<br />uit eigenbelang<br />Het bloedvergieten een schande !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5524477539457561699?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-20758578402393439282007-10-01T03:09:00.001-07:002007-10-01T03:09:39.276-07:00Why you're only wearing a knife<br />while there's a gunfight tonight ?<br /><br /><br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />and you hear them say<br />"I shot you once ,I killed you twice"<br />when a bitch whispering the beat<br />Nothing left to bleed<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />smashing heads , throwing things around<br />Shooting all the mirrors down<br /><br />An old fahioned cowboy movie<br />Even when dancing with a Sweetwatergirl<br />the ace of spades lying in wait<br />always keep an eagles eye on the saloondoor<br />The wicked always coming back for more<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />not often smiling ,but if it happens<br />their golden theet reflect the sun<br />saying:if we'd known we'd lived that long<br />we'd taken better care of ourselves<br /><br />Jesse Smith & Wesson Schofield 45<br />at young age usefull as<br />servant of the confederate guerrilla<br />to some politician's strive<br />raised in a way like that<br />years later his words:<br />"Sir, I'm not afraid to die like a man fighting<br />but I would not like to die like a dog unarmed"<br /><br />a last vigilent whispered 'bout him:<br />"a prince of a human being<br />who got off on the wrong foot"<br /><br />while Billy, the orphan ,a smile on his face<br />even in his most dangerous moods<br />while Ned Christie the Cherokee<br />said to be born just a wrong race<br /><br />while some only<br />were shooting the horses and not the riders<br />to save their necks<br />at Cripple Creek<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />Trusting once<br />lies and alibies<br />poker and dice<br />they started shooting them twice<br />Dithyrambic and dodgy<br />they let them pay high price<br />Gunfighters<br />inside of them you can read it on the wall<br />Prepare for some cold meat<br />don't wanna crumble,don't wanna fall<br />causes or reasons we were under attack<br />well,this is the season to paint all black<br />May gunpowder cover your face<br />we'll take the road as it comes,leaving no trace<br />Became all numbers on a list<br />not sure if some bullets missed<br />we've no-more immediate needs to forfill<br />giving the blisters away<br /><br />Always some vunerable youngster in the mood for a walk in bad company<br />For the old fashioned cowboy movie a sacrifice:<br />Only a gun and a hell on the stairway to paradise(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2075857840239343928?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-19688514006741513022007-10-01T03:07:00.001-07:002007-10-01T03:07:32.682-07:00mooie wandelaar<br />tussen hier nog wat afval<br />+ libanon<br />extra extra<br />cluster<br />raketkopsmerig<br />kernt plutonium afvallig<br /><br />den tijd van nu<br />ontheemd onherbergzaam<br />ondanks alle G8<br />industrieel economies<br />stimulus van moet omhoog IQ<br />den tijd van nu<br />jaag alles op<br />jaag op alles<br />bliksems<br />tocht<br /><br />aardevluchteling<br />meerdere miljoen 200 duizend en zes<br />mooie wandelaar<br /><br />verkeer raast door<br />verkeerd<br />blinkende koets werken<br />economolie<br />aardstroomembolie<br />onder<br />tennisbal- hagelbol<br />en aarde barst<br />globaal oververhit<br />te vuilvol<br />wandelende jood of wandelende palestijn<br />ooit koerd of tsetsjeense ugandeese kosovaar<br />zoveel muren gesloten centra zonder papieren<br />tijd om de deuren open te gooien<br /><br />tsunami van mooie wandelaars<br /><br />mooie wandelaar<br />wandelen maar<br />maar naar waar....<br />waar is daar<br />altijd horizon<br /><br />tijd<br />om zwemmen of verzuipen<br />tijd om de sluizen open te gooien<br />de povere potsierlijke grenzen te vertrappelen<br />er mals gras te zaaien<br />over prikkeldraad en haatbroeikas<br /><br />allerhande genocide<br />ontaard<br />traag<br />een stukje voor iedereen taart<br />een kopje koffie<br />ieders haard<br />een glas water<br /><br />de aarde<br />ieders haard<br /><br />mooie wandelaar .(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1968851400674151302?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-90236185650096379392007-10-01T03:04:00.000-07:002007-10-01T03:08:00.355-07:00floppencivilisatiemijmer tepel H knoppenheimer<br />Rauwe Register:<br />menselijke afdruk in stoepsteen<br />mens verdampt<br /><br />onderdrukgezethersengespoeld mediamonster krijst:<br />papiere zak op je hoofd,duiken onder tafel<br />'t is veilig<br /><br />agggressiepolitiek-ergerdanbaviaan<br />rode knoppetepelsduwen<br />geilt machtsdrollenmanna<br />draaien en duwen rode tepelknoppen<br />enola messiassenpaljaspenissen bomvorm zware megaton boodschap<br />blauwe hemelschaamlippen openschuiven<br />dodelijkspermatoom-ejaculatie<br />vrucht van altijd zelfde politiekmodderspeculatie<br />klaptandenknarsenhelsepijngesmoltenschoenzolen<br />rafelslevenverteerdverdamptverzwolgen<br />ook zo klein onschuldig ,juist uit de kolen<br />naast zijn kreunende moeder verkolen<br />vader uitgerafeldbloedendkreun opent mond<br />drinken zwarte regen plas<br />leven was<br />heilig<br />tot napalm mosterdgas<br />megatonspeeltjesdildo's<br />van leiders kunstgebit in hun aars verborgen<br />klappert het Rauwe Register<br />leugenlichtflitsvertoog van<br />de egocentriesmachtsbehoudende atoombomfilosoof:<br />de gruwelijk atoomgesplitste brei<br />in hun<br />gevoelloze droge wond<br />gevoelloze droge nog niet eens rode bavianenkont<br />gevoelloze droge mond<br />alle slachtoffers je de tong afbijten<br />je floppen weg ! tepel H knoppenheimer<br />je leugenlichtflitsvertoog<br />verdwijn in regenboog(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-9023618565009637939?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43724145490949264472007-10-01T03:02:00.001-07:002007-10-01T03:02:53.140-07:00Oh Robin Hood of Brazil<br />Gangsta Gangsta who doesn't kill<br />but kidknap some rich<br />and hold them hostage for a while<br />in the forests outside Rio de Janeiro<br />All you're after is their bankcard & -code<br />and spread afterwards the money in the slums of town<br />Oh Robin Hood of Brazil<br />The Worldbank not at poor peoples- side<br />Oh Robin Hood<br />The Social Moved Gangsta<br />that never died (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4372414549094926447?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-60307546883637569772007-10-01T02:58:00.000-07:002007-10-02T12:02:02.178-07:00Lieve kleine pepernôt<br />nooit niet word ik grôt<br />pipi langkous noch ulrike meinhof dôd<br />tintelekt van de natôr<br />zet een zovôlste domme herhôling<br />van eigenhôgdunkelijke beschaving aan de dôr<br /><br /><br />tuinvrôwtjeswerk nog lang niet gedôn<br />zag een hôksenkring vliegenzwômmen stôn<br />mijn wôrkgever ,de lieve man kwôm<br />van achter zijn burô<br />en samen bewonderden we't tafereel op de gazôn<br />terwijl er geweerschoten klônken<br />uit het bos van meneer de barôn<br />den tijd van de patrijzen en fazanten is<br />dees namiddag<br />dan ook weeral bijna ôm<br />spijtig môr<br />laat de droom van môrgen vlûg kôm:<br />tintelekt van de magie van de natôr<br />in die zichzelf<br />tot<br />hôgste mensgôdbeschaving uitgerôpt,<br />want erist <br />teveel onverantwoord oeverloos lôbby en debôt<br />en ôk zogoeals geflôpt<br />dien wereldmilieutôp (wôsky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6030754688363756977?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-78522419014213441052007-10-01T02:55:00.000-07:002007-10-01T02:57:42.318-07:00meikeverrevolte,smakelak<br />===================<br />panamarenko kunstwerk -metaalkever<br />46 cm groot <br />gestolen uit het SMAK ?.......<br />of is hij 't er misschien gewoon afgestapt<br />levend gebakken kevers en insekten <br />als voorgerecht sissend in de pan ,<br />was hij overstuur ?<br />In sjina<br />varkenskweken ter tatoeêren<br />en dan is er 't kakamasjien <br />voor kakjes in plastiek zakjes <br /><br />zelfs al is hij van metaal en 250 000 euro duur<br />en breken ze hun tanden op hem,allemaal !<br />proteine of prototype <br />werd hij misschien paranoia<br /> kunstkokerellen<br />laatst hoorde hij nog een mop vertellen:<br />twee zandkorrels in de woestijn <br />zegt de ene tegen de andere :<br />"man,'k denk dat we omsingeld zijn"<br />toen brak er iets in hem:<br />wat deed hij hier in Gent ?<br />waarom was hij niet in de woestijn <br />waar zijn vrienden ,de mestkevers, zijn<br />even later <br />stapte hij raadselachtig <br />hors 'd oeuvre (wosky(c))<br /><br /><br />park-arrest in de wereld der beesten:<br />na jarenlange opsluiting in 't SMAK <br />zwaar toegetakeld teruggevonden<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7852241901421344105?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43269288558893506492007-10-01T02:52:00.001-07:002007-10-01T02:52:20.593-07:00Brahman<br /><br /><br />Colourful dying<br />blanket of autumnleaves<br />spreading smell of joy and life<br />the seasons we knew<br />soon will all be gone<br />into the fertile soil<br />of eternal law<br /><br />Like weeping raindrops,<br />just tiny reflections of divine Light<br />dwelling over<br />the colourful blanket of autumnleaves<br />under the veil of stars<br />remembering<br />the twinkling blanket of crystals unfold<br />beyond time and space<br />into the fertile soil<br />of<br />eternal law<br /><br />Colourful dying<br />blanket of autumnleaves<br />spreading smell of joy and life<br />when<br />Brahma<br />forces<br />raindrops<br />to unite<br />into<br />puddles<br />the seasons we knew<br />soon will all be gone<br />(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4326928855889350649?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-77779319956547962672007-10-01T02:51:00.001-07:002007-10-01T02:51:20.709-07:00de kraanvogel<br />oud wijs chinees verhaal<br />op één poot<br />oplettend in de waterplas<br />majestueus heerser van z'n taal<br />respectvol natuurlijk toegewijd<br /><br />de kraanvogel<br />dan alleen zo stilstaand<br />grijpt hij de vis<br />glibberig<br />als die geen<br />gegeerd of misprezen geheim<br />meer voor hem is<br /><br />de kraanvogel en de vis<br />niet levend van dezelfde waterplas<br />dan kwijnen de rimpelende golven<br />wetend<br />de oude oceaan is (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7777931995654796267?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-89132866783219138452007-10-01T02:49:00.000-07:002010-11-19T18:09:45.423-08:00De SintNiklaas van Kunstspeculaas<br /><br />Tafel,Wit laken,Wit Tafellaken,<br />Waaraan departement Cultuur en Ministers<br />hun tekens en cijfers uitbraken<br />En ik,bobbel,gezwel dat creêer,zitten !<br />en moet vooral zwijgen !<br />Uitgeteerde zweer<br /><br />Tafel,Wit laken,Wit Tafellaken<br />Waarop ik koffievlekken geverfd en verteer<br />Tafel,Wit laken,Wit Tafellaken<br />waaraan zij: zakelijk gatjesgeboor over en weer<br />waar ik: Poêzie inzinkt en sterft<br />waar zij: Als onze kunstspeculaas maar niet bederft !<br />waar ik creêer zweer<br />mondgesnoerd<br />doodgeverfd<br />en in de zak van Zwarte Piet ermee ! (Wosky(c)2003/2004)<br /><br /><br /><br />Sinterklaas,(file)<br />Geef ons nog een blikke doos op wieltjes erbij<br />Dan staan we zo mooi voor U in de rij<br />Wij zijn zo braaf<br />We rijden zelfs niet meer traag<br />We staan helemaal stil <br />Bij het vertrek laten we een opgeluchte gil<br />Dan rijden we een fietsertje ondersteboven<br />Een kindje minder waar U een cadeautje moet voor kopen<br />Zwarte Piet steekt het kindje in de zak<br />Het stoute kindje dat speels en zonder remmen <br />de straat overstak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8913286678321913845?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-37114902906789903192007-10-01T02:48:00.001-07:002007-10-04T00:57:06.063-07:00m 12 and 83<br />always sad and always fun<br />always thrown out <br />or on the run<br />No matter how much I loved<br />Love didn't come my way(wosky/1991(c))<br /><br /><br />Kleine Plagiatellike van 1 van vriend Jean Dominique Van Amsterdam(Amstelradamus) mooie gedichten<br /><br /><br />Lieve God<br />Geef me<br />nog één keer<br />de laatste<br />een aardige vriend <br />liefde met me bedrijft<br />de apotheose later<br />een aardige vriend<br />van aardbeien,en troost<br />en me schoonmaakt<br />als ik in zuur water<br />van verdriet verdrink<br /><br />Lieve God<br />Geef me <br />nog één keer<br />de laatste<br />een lieve vriend<br />en<br />als dat kan<br />schone aardbeien <br />en nog veel meer ...(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3711490290678990319?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-63020077828823544682007-10-01T02:44:00.000-07:002007-10-01T02:45:19.479-07:00LUCHT<br />in wind pijngrijs zwaarbeladen<br />brak in orkaan<br />VUUR<br />verspreidde van smeulende<br />dat niet genoeg Licht meer zag en gaf<br />in razend zuiverende vaart<br />ont-AARDE<br />tot Kali<br />vernietiging ogen - blik tot gezuiverd<br />liefderijk<br />om nieuwe dageraad begin<br />om lelies te groeien<br />om roosjes te schenken<br />om in't lis te stoeien<br />het mooie bio't hoop<br />Amazonegroene pad<br />HOUT de warmte 3<br />van vriendschap en samenhorigheid te wenken<br />WATER waden de liefde om vredig te vloeien(wosky(c)2005)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6302007782882354468?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-54062951936638584542007-10-01T02:42:00.000-07:002007-10-01T02:43:34.353-07:00M'n grootmoeder zong dit liedje soms toen ik klein was voor me:OhOh ik zie je zo graag....achter tram 12 lopen....twinkeltjes naar elkaar in de ogen<br />en toen schreef ik ooit dit grappig,<br />Belgacom en Pay&Go telefoniebedrijfigheid<br /><br /><br />Telefoonboek<br />Lariekoek<br />Dus belt ze gewoon een gekke naam:<br />H.H.Lolbroek<br /><br />H.H;Lolbroek neemt de hoorn op en zegt<br />met broek want de is zoek<br /><br />Ze zegt:ik zocht en vond gewoon<br />een gekke naam in mijn jaszak<br />en bel voor de<br />Mijn naam is O.W.Losbol<br />Let op:O.W. is hard van snee<br />maar hela,mijn bol lig ni los !<br /><br />Totbroek-ingekort antwoord:<br />Dit is link,want ik sta hier uit mijn raam te zien<br />en los rolde er een bol voorbij,juist voor tram tien !<br />Ik ga inleggen,want alles is nu aan mij<br />dus ook mijn broek strijken<br /><br />O'.W. vraagt Totbroek-ingekort op te letten<br />misschien zit de in de achterzak van zijn broek<br />en of hij dus het strijkijzer op 1 wil zetten<br />anders zou hij de kunnen smelten en schroeien<br /><br />Wacht eens zegt Totbroek-ingekort<br />ik kijk eventjes door het raam nadertoe<br />Hey,uw bol staat terug vast<br />Ik zie hem op uw lijf gelast<br />in de telefooncel aan de overkant !<br /><br />Dan opent H.H. het raam en roept :<br />O.W. Losbol,Schatje kom terug naar boven<br />Ik meende het ni zo !<br />Stop de Belgacom<br />dan stop ik de Pay& Go !<br />Kom terug of de is gesmolten & geschroeid,<br />de O'W. kan wachten<br />Laat uw losbol terug begeerlijk naar H.H. smachten<br />en verenig met mij terug de dagen en nachten !<br /><br />Losbol haakte de hoorn in en isde straat overgestoken<br />en heeft de dan maar terug bij H.H. z'n broek gestoken.<br /><br />Moraal van het verhaal:<br />HaHa,Owee<br />Liefde is als de zee<br />Woelig of Stil<br />ze blijft altijd pril<br /><br />zelfde zout ,zelfde water<br /><br />beukend of glinsterend kalme spiegelkoester<br />zachtheid beschermd in stevige schelp van liefdesoester<br />vissen geborgen vrijheid door de mazen van het net gul samen glijden<br />in ware zee der liefde heeft enkel getijden (wosky(c))2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5406295193663858454?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-87804692253317310062007-09-29T07:33:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:35:54.097-07:00Man called Varnish<br />his heart & prayers good<br />driving a desert of<br />jailed feelings & beings<br />for ages<br />became blind & deaf<br />self-conceited in own scary vibes<br /><br />Mirror Hawk<br />crying Eternal lost Tribe<br />Medicine Woman<br />cleaned of ev'rythin'artificial created<br />sitting at a campfire of his Riverbed<br />feeling his restlesness<br />sharing Waterfall of tears shed<br /><br />Night,Black Overcoat<br />Only Coat<br />whispering softly:<br />Soul varnish is overload<br /><br />Man called Varnish<br />raised to bleed<br />hungry to breath<br />Medicine Woman<br />Reflection<br />Rejection<br />in<br />his elegy,plea,<br />useless try-outs<br />of escape<br />to be free<br />Medicine Woman<br />bobs around<br />near<br />Man called Varnish<br />Soul Lakes'<br />Cedar Tree<br /><br />EAGLE IS FREE<br />this knowledge scrapes tears<br />out of Medicine Womans eye<br />In the Light of the Moon<br />voices faint & fly<br />A wind sings Stars in her head,<br />Wind so loving-sigh<br />Coyotes Hawl,Medicine Womans fur<br />bind sinew tight,Arrow in Sacred Powder<br />in empty Canyons<br />where Kolibries<br />try to reach<br />varnished Flowers<br />'cause All is glowing in Universal womb<br /><br />EAGLE IS FREE<br />Medicine Woman<br />dancin'& callin'for Eagle Spirit<br />to circle on his wings<br />high in the Sky<br />Night,Black Overcoat<br />Only Coat<br />Falling a Black Snowflake<br />on a border of White<br />an Eagles'feather tumblin'<br /><br />Eagle,circlin'high in the Sky<br />lookin'the Varnished fisher-men<br />tryin'to catch<br />a Fish called Freedom<br />in the mirror of Lake Fake<br />Night,Black Overcoat<br />Only Overcoat<br />Eagles circlin'Fate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8780469225331731006?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-69115055579640407082007-09-29T07:29:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:30:46.571-07:00Siamese<br />Hanging trees<br />If separated<br />and one has to die<br />the other one has an alibi.<br />That's what systems life<br />wants as answer in relief.<br /><br />Siamese<br />Hanging trees<br />If separated<br />and both survive<br />the Siamese ,cruel sigh<br />and break systems life's alibi<br />the Siamese,loving sigh<br />kneels before the system<br />to show the eternal why.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6911505557964040708?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-38837166272683416722007-09-29T07:25:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:27:43.620-07:00In Cowards Silence<br />dead Rose offered<br />after Love<br />praised :declared unsure.<br /><br />In Cowards Silence<br /><br />dead Roses<br />eager put<br />on Graves too soon<br /><br />In Cowards Silence<br /><br />White Roses<br />cut in the name<br />of conditional<br />rusted games<br /><br />In Cowards Silence<br /><br />White Roses<br />were already alienated<br />and not scared at all<br /><br />In Cowards Silence<br /><br />White Roses<br />painted Red;<br />wandering through ugly,<br />awkwardness<br />they smoulder and destroy.<br />Pure Red<br />were their Deeds.<br />Grave only covered<br />with Black Seeds<br />in a beautiful same Soil,<br />that just enjoyed<br />already bleeds.<br /><br />while Cowards can't but<br />sit and wait<br />'till Fear or Guilt disappears<br /><br />White Roses<br />have Love trembling Leaves<br />and Thorns,<br />born gentle Touch<br />and by Evil touched<br />'till they scratch<br />blood on hands & faces:<br />the Reason why<br />in acts of<br />Spontanity or Rudeness<br />they're often cut<br />to die an early Death<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3883716627268341672?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43200716306507774462007-09-29T07:23:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:24:26.848-07:00ZEN- ZOT ZO.MAAR. UIT HET NIX<br />ZEN- FOOL out of the whoooole,O:the tool.<br /><br />O -shjemikle weapons found by Hans Blix...<br />no Bin beard -trix !<br />islamic women ,kerchief or hair-fix ?<br />O panix<br />O all evil kix<br />O NIX<br />piercing the wall,it's brix<br />shicksal:O NIX<br />bestimmung:O NIX<br />PANORAMIX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4320071630650777446?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-85473279850246100782007-09-29T07:20:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:22:49.981-07:00Wat moet iemand met TV-nieuwsberichten en politie?<br />Kafka in de kalender,in de TV,je ziet ze vliegen:Broomwolk over Ekeren.Je begint te twijfelen of die wolk jouw woonkamer is binnengedrongen en of je van die inmiddels sterk verdunde broom hallucinaties krijgt van de TV-beelden en situaties op de plaats van het rampgebeuren.<br />TV-berichtgeving met beelden:Een verwittigd mens is er twee waard.Dus komt de politie luidruchtig in aktie na het ontsnappen van een zeer giftige broomwolk uit een gekantelde,opengescheurde tankwagen.De politie rijdt met degelijk uitgeruste combi's de straten van nabijgelegen woonwijken door,megafoon op het dak.De boodschap is luid en duidelijk:Gelieve ramen en deuren te sluiten en binnen te blijven tot nader bevel!<br />De politie rijdt en rijdt....en rijdt zonder halte te houden een huis voorbij.Geen gewoon huis...gezien de gifalarm-situatie.<br />Uitgerekend de dag van de broomwolk is de dag dat de eigenaars des in-ongewone-toestand-verkerende huizes,gewone lieve mensen op leeftijd die met nog wat noest verdiende centjes een langverwachte simpele droom in vervulling zien gaan:nieuwe deuren en vensters voor hun hele huis...De werkmannen druk in de weer,de vrouw des huizes wordt ondervraagd door een journalist over de situatie.Ze beantwoord de vragen van de journalist naarstig naar het huis zonder deuren en ramen wijzend.Ze zegt:"Tja meneer,wat moeten we doen?De politie is een kwartier geleden gepasseerd met de boodschap ramen en deuren te sluiten,binnen te blijven tot nader order.Zoals U ziet kunnen we geen deuren of ramen sluiten en ja,dus binnenblijven kunnen we ook niet.Onze woning die volledig openstaat met al onze bezittingen erin kunnen we ook niet achterlaten,hé meneer...enne de politie hebben we na het voorbijrijden niet meer gehoord of gezien om ons te zeggen wat te doen in ons geval..."<br />In een andere buurt is er een bejaard mevrouwtje,ondervraagd wat zij nog steeds als één van de weinigen aan haar huis doet antwoord ze de journalist:"Ja,meneer,ik weet wel dat de politie langsgereden is en ze riepen door de megafoon om de buurt te verlaten,naar een opvangcentrum ofzo,maar ik ben alleen met mijn man,die bedlegerig is en ik kan hem toch niet alleen de buurt uitdragen" Met een subtiele blik,een mengeling van melancholische treur om weinig nadenken,solidariteit en overtuiging dat de meeste mensen liever niet met hulp aan een ander lastig gevallen worden in deze moderne tijden voegt het vrouwtje dan een door de journalist nooit beantwoorde vraag toe:"Hé meneer,ge kunt de mensen daar toch niet mee lastig vallen....?"<br />Ik hoor mijn grootmoeder dan weer zingen:"En laat het Schijn maar stinken..."Het Schijn,het kleine,meest geliefde nuttige riviertje,men dempte er stukjes van,etc...nu weer liep er wat broom in,Het Schijn reflecteert zowat de toestand van de sociale betrokkenheid en hulpvaardigheid van velen,ook gedempt en in teveel materialistisch denken koudbloedig vergiftigd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8547327985024610078?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-30230317953597562902007-09-29T07:19:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:20:16.778-07:00If eye could write a poem angel high…<br />Would it be with my left or my right eye?<br />Should one speak and the other be silent?<br />Would it be peaceful or deadly violent?<br /><br />Thou art god!<br />Thou art a living theatre!<br />Thou art beautiful people!<br />Thou art zero heroes!<br /><br /><br />People screaming and proclaiming on the streets.<br />People freaking out of their condition.<br />People naked, raging, storming.<br />People in extacy.<br /><br />Dance!<br />Dance!<br />Dance!<br />Dance!<br /><br /><br />Turn this world up side down.<br />Shake it like a tree from heaven.<br />Set all of the uptight free.<br />Get the tribe rolling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3023031795359756290?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-54214547499715178232007-09-29T07:14:00.000-07:002007-09-29T07:15:53.207-07:00ZEROHERO Anima l istic<br /><br /><br />Cat<br />a life behind the window<br />a cat,lovely ZERO<br />like the River Below.<br /><br />car<br />moving drives earth show<br />a car,economical grow<br />on a concrete death row.<br /><br />Cat goes for a walk in Nature<br /><br />car versus Cat<br />car drove Cat<br />to the other side.<br /><br />Had no choice no more<br />cat spirit and front so bright alive,<br />paralysed urinal system & hindfeet<br />When the doctor putted her asleep<br />feel once more the River weep.<br /><br />For so many<br />sooner than expect<br />ten-thousends of victims<br />in cars,by cars,in cars,by cars<br />wheelchairs,scars,wheelchairs,scars<br /><br />cars freedom-moves<br />in high risk deadly fee<br />no-one funny frisky free.<br /><br />Against car-rage in overloads<br />Hero-Anima l istic these dreadfull roads.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5421454749971517823?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-55081277281466442052007-09-29T05:40:00.000-07:002007-10-04T01:54:34.719-07:00born Five and Seven<br />makes twelve <br />is three<br />like<br />Neil<br />Young<br />Not <br />a <br />lot<br />of <br />Hearts<br />of<br />Gold<br />met<br />getting<br />Neil<br />Old<br />liking<br />being<br />on<br />my<br />own<br />Silently<br />and <br />slowly<br />returning<br />to<br />Five and Seven(1994)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5508127728146644205?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-20043095852035269292007-09-27T14:21:00.000-07:002007-09-27T14:49:06.630-07:00Polstergeist-Scandal:<br />They came in without knocking<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2004309585203526929?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-10763635806752523202007-09-27T13:29:00.000-07:002007-09-27T14:53:18.120-07:00Aanbot en vlaag<br />Wij ploducelen,expoltelen,velkopen en vleten alles<br />Vogelnesten en vogelpesten<br />Sjineese confucksion/hoe kwamen die daal met zo veeR ?/sinfucksion/laten we ze gaan tellllen<br /><br />'k Zie 't bos dool de bommen niet meel beweelde hij<br />en hij nam zijn boomzaag<br />en hakte wat kindelen tel zwendel olgaantlansplantaties vool de lijken<br /><br />hij slikte een levende inktvis dool<br />tijgel en vele andele dielenpenissen en neushoolnpoedel<br />Een electie gelijk geen andel beRovend<br />Vool mij dlie glanaal flappe zei de spleet<br /><br />'k Zie 't bloed dool 't vlees niet meel beweelde hij<br />en nam zijn vleeszaag<br />ondelvoede weeskindelen,acht jaal oud,uitgemelgeld en geesteRijke achterstand,tel gloote van een tweejalige<br />Vele tweejalige maken één éénjalige<br />maal desondanks zijn ze ook goed vool handel in wolst van mensenvlees<br /><br />'k Zie het bos dool de bomen niet meel zei hij<br />en nam zijn boomzaag<br />Velvolgens nam hij de glond van de boelenmensen af en bouwde glootse luxehotels<br />We hebben al een lange muul<br />en nu nog ook een enolme stuwdam<br />en nog vele plojecten zoals:<br />Miljalden fietsen velvangen dool auto's<br />Hypelmodelne glijspool-t lam <br /><br />bomzaag vreeszaag bomzaag vreeszaag<br /><br />Op een katte-en hondevelletje levend gekookte dielen in het paladijs<br />Lijstpap eten met plastikke lepeltjes geploduceeld in China<br /><br />BRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOM<br /><br />Ohm Ohm tingelingeling<br /><br />Wat is dat vool een ding ?<br />de Potdoof van Olen ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1076363580675252320?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43792075027593514792007-09-27T13:22:00.000-07:002007-09-28T10:00:41.553-07:00KleinKleinKleuterke<br />wat doede gij in mijnen hof<br /><br />gij trekt er alle cannabisplantjes uit<br />en vind paddestoeltjes soms tof<br /><br />Wie gaat er kijven ?<br />Wie gaat er zwijgen ?<br /><br />wij zijn strontvliegen<br />als we jong en een schoon smoeleke tussen de wespen<br />al wie briljantkunst schept de vunzige wespen aan hunne zijde om te paraderen & pronken<br />als jaloerse,gefrustreerde wijven haar uit de kop trekke <br />en<br />jaloerse venten op het fragiel smoelwerk slaan<br />trekke t'je niet aan<br />ze vallen in herhaaaaaling <br />'t zegt meer over henzelf dan over wie anders ook<br /><br /><br /><br />de zero in uw hersenbrei af en toe sluiten<br />HDMA HeilDaemonDeusMatrakAf<br />Sa Turn<br />teveel zon ineens is nooit goed<br /><br />Soms kom je een overjaarse bekeerde hippie tegen<br />maar 't kan ook gewoon een verkleede paljas zijn die zichzelf moe is<br />Zaag gewoon de poten van zijn barkruk onderuit<br />Lees dus gewoon wat nostressnostress gedichten voor<br />Al dat poêties gezaag<br />Ge valt toch altijd omhoog <br />bomzaag !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4379207502759351479?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-34280038026149098882007-09-27T01:31:00.000-07:002007-09-29T05:31:44.549-07:00Many years ago <br />at the barcounter oncemore...<br />they all look so holy dressed up well<br />Boss costumes Fake Angels like hell <br />Their cheap babysit,mother of their children<br />3 times a week waiting at home<br />They offered me a drink,for that night these ones said I looked like Cher<br />One asked my even my age,i told him and gosh...how he started to complain that I was years older than his wife at home but looking better than this bitch at home,shit what chances he missed in life not to've been married to another-one than his wife h<br />Just because of wearing a leather bikersjacket that night I suppose,(because sitting in a bar where only etnicalbased music is played),they said they were pretty sure I liked the Rolling Stones<br />I said Yeah but I like also Mozart,Schubert,and lot's music more<br />A few questionmarks in their eyes...<br />I went standing at the other corner of the counter<br />Half an hour later,<br />didn't want to lift the alcoholic state of my mind to high that night,<br />I was leaving home<br />outside one of that men who'd seemed to've left the kaffee not long before me<br />jumped out of his car, offering me a lift<br />My house wasn't close but also not that far so I decided to take his offer<br />When at my home he didn't stop and drove further<br />soon one hand on the steerwheel<br />one hand trying inbetween my legs<br />All the time pushing his hand aside, don't know how many times I'd to remove it<br />meanwhile hissing to stop ,shouting to stop his foolish actions and to stop and let me out of the car<br />He did stop his actions<br />My turn now:<br />I opened while the car still driving quite fast <br />the cardoor and shouted I was gonna jump out if he dare again to touch me one more time<br />He didn't,he stopped the car at the side of Route E 19<br />I'd to do a peepee<br />Looking at a beautiful field of highgrowing purple flowers I decided that that was a nice spot for covering my arse for that jerk,mr fast out control, standing aside his car<br />Did my peepee<br />He wanted to drop me off at home he said<br />He did,dropped me at my frontdoor,driving off<br />I didn't thank him,didn't look at him ,we didn't say a word <br />Glad to come home on my own<br />after a while my buttocks started to itch.... <br />the beautiful purple flowers , thistles<br />A small sacrifice,<br />better than being raped , to be forced by a jerk while not willing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3428003802614909888?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-31728626040190603712007-09-27T00:41:00.000-07:002007-09-29T10:19:43.864-07:00It's not 'bout yourself<br />it's bout him or her you pretend to love<br />The only love,true love from above:<br />likes to see the other-one gleam<br /><br />In a world where thus many men,old by birth,<br />filth in their brain horny to get the daughters layed<br />The more girls born old and material brain they succeed<br />Let them stick were they belong<br /><br />Let them stay away at the many girls and women ,young by birth<br />and staying young and graceful 'till the end <br /><br /><br />All those unaware men<br />cheering up and admiring eachother,fighting over it even to be the most potent and interesting men in the world<br />many daughters to grab in their silly,macho empty head<br /><br />In a world where many women,young by birth,<br />grace and laughs in their brain <br />raise their daughters and sons to stay the graceful way<br />and they succeed<br />however tried to be dragged through the mud by same smooth talking men,<br />the ones who try to say the same to the daughters<br />only offering them all a rabbit,not worth to remind<br /><br />Did Eva wanted to fuck her son or is she just doomed by men?Jack Kerouac asked me once upon a time<br /><br />In a world where many men just don't care<br />bout children<br />bout boys,girls<br />bout nice men,bout nice women<br />bout Light,the holy superior<br /><br />Oh ,he was just a boy giving it all away the one I love<br />and how he loved me<br />and how develish angel bright he is <br />an Old College Estate<br />another telling me one lie just like me<br />a lovely-mean dictator in code<br />to obey <br />to get on my knees<br />to write more Light<br /><br />some say <br />we stay to young at heart<br />the boys the girls<br />naîve<br />sometimes<br />the devil<br /><br />The young dudes<br />The fools<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh,he is just a boy giving it all away the one I love<br />Oh,she is just a girl giving it all away the one he loves<br />Just on time they bumped on eachother<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3172862604019060371?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-90947274079434183842007-09-26T01:51:00.000-07:002007-09-27T06:16:01.186-07:00De geest voltrekt zich in een ruine<br />Vele keren de vrienden ontmoet;<br />al die affiesjes van de boodschapper:<br />mijn thuis is waar de Stella staat<br />solar constellation O<br />de Koninck geeft via de bierkaartjes the five<br />De prachtigste gevel van Antwerpen:<br />De Kroon,Kerkstraat<br /><br />De geest voltrekt zich in een ruine<br />Het huis is 107 jaar oud;<br />De buitenkant van het huis is gehavend maar<br />blijkt de oorlog in Tsjetjenie doorstaan te hebben<br />En binnen ? Tja,daar groeien de papyrussen hoog,<br />wat mutaties verwekt:katten met giraffenekken<br />en de hond maar zeiken<br /><br />De koffiezetter lekt,de wasmachineknop stopt steeds op 6 en 9<br />78 volt laat geleidelijk de kamers van het 107 jaar oude circuit uitvallen <br />Als je de wc doortrekt kun je Niagara Waterfalls horen<br /><br />ik ontving twee dezelfde brieven zeggende:<br />Als alle ramen in de vier windrichtingen gebroken zijn<br />mag je vertrekken<br />je kunt het noorden toch niet verliezen<br />Laat de architect zijn werk maar doen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-9094727407943418384?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-28196310103227399992007-09-25T10:40:00.000-07:002007-09-27T06:12:20.716-07:00You flex your muscles<br />I streched my mind<br />I am always fighting on the busy streets<br />Confusion trying to bite through its many soldiers<br />In the fool's paradise<br />its gardens are everywhere<br />Where comfort is more important than truth<br />truth,the tormentor of the mind<br />my god,my soul<br />My spirit,my life<br />if it is not possible to love in this life<br />I will live alone<br />I will die alone in my body<br />Without a compromise<br />that would make my life a lie<br />I was not amused<br />I was not a museum<br />Her face<br />Another rolls royce<br />Another freehold prosperity<br />Another garden cared for by others<br />My face<br />A bench for a bed<br />A squat in London town<br />No one to love<br />Alone and broken<br />Alone and sinking low<br />Broken by Life<br />The breweries are my friends<br />They keep me alive <br />Till death nods<br />Then the dupboard doors of my nightmares will open<br />and there will be a man in black<br />who will greet me<br />Take me into his place<br />and no one,no one<br />no one will hear a thing<br />You flex your muscles<br />I stretch my mind<br />I am always fighting on the busy streets<br />confusion trying to bite through its many soldiers<br />In the fool's paradise (from the booklet 'Short stories'SE gave me on friday21092007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2819631010322739999?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-57657963191630985582007-09-03T04:37:00.000-07:002010-11-17T13:28:53.104-08:00Baisser sans toucher mes mains fragiles<br />Nos mains qui avaient porrtant toujours tellement d'amour a donné<br /><br />La péruque si remplie de fruits aigre et des cuirrasés<br />Comment on a toujours rigoluer et creper de cette hommes et femmes de bail<br />blasés,bouffis qui faire de grands dos ,ses cadances lourds de leur bottes<br /><br /><br /><br />Dans la Bibliothèque de Plèiade <br />on a lu les manuscripts de Voltaire et Le Marquis de Sade<br />et Ozzy Ozbourne m'a dis qu'est-ce qu' était a faire<br />Tel de chagrin<br />Mais tu m'as dit<br />d'avoir pas peur sur ma route salée<br />pour te chercher<br />Tel de chagrin<br /><br />Elévation de tous la merde cachés derrière telles de paravents<br /><br />Du soie dans la visage si temps de fois ruiner sur cette terre condamnée<br /><br /><br />qui sème le vent,recolte la tempète<br />C'est pas notre déstin<br /><br /><br /><br />Le vent dans les voiles<br />dos à dos<br />Ah,dans votre Contrebandier !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5765796319163098558?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-57638610255144290182007-08-22T04:45:00.000-07:002007-08-29T07:07:10.609-07:00Prades 14 juillet 2000<br />Playing in the chilly sweet morning air breathing the Pyrennées<br />the children and me<br />midst all the castleruins made throughout history<br />witnesses of the summer always a whisper away,<br />leaving the south that day<br /><br />Heading for the north<br />Citadelle de Sisteron<br />admiring that silver ribbon river,La Durance<br />witness throughout ages running meeting contains goodbye<br />a next short meeting in a carriage on earthly muddy track <br />even for Bonaparte and Joséphine <br />malmaison<br />a witness of the summer always a whisper away<br /><br />Heading for the north<br />living the fruits of this land<br />and helping the old neighbour with his harvest<br />finished with the tractor came the wine<br />with the circus and Paris theatre-folks<br />such a nice time at<br />the empty EDF watermill of La Guerche<br />a shared castle for weeks<br /><br /><br />Late August saturdaynight<br />the bridge of La Guerche<br />under an immense veil of stars<br />this beloved country plenty offers<br />but always that strange awareness inside<br />whispering that to everyone <br />there's an eternal light shining from beyond that star<br />from that very special friend that died<br /><br />Witnesses for ages of the summer always a whisper away<br /><br />Late August sundaymorning<br />breakfast at the next village,Descartes<br />sitting in front of the statue at the square<br />couldn't but remember an old friend<br />one who made me always laugh <br />Many times he quoted hilarious and mocking <br />"I think thus I am....Descartes"<br /><br />Grey northern cities and stages of decay<br />Met the soul of Frans Masereel engraving the wood ,<br />revealing reasons of grief and trying to have the spleen shut<br /><br />some in the end an ear cut<br />and<br />some go on preaching the lie,<br />Ensor's Mask parade<br />for a next Jesus to die<br /><br />some start after awhile to play the blues<br />while winters got colder and longer every next year<br />looking for the one to dance the boulerias<br />in a neighbourhood where they forgot to wear the right shoes<br /><br />Heading for the north<br />Ypres and a moat far to deep<br />it wasn't easy to die ,<br />only six years old from complications of the Spanish flue<br />wanted my mother not to cry<br /><br />Witnesses for ages of the summer always a whisper away<br />A history of burning down all the castles<br />Entre guerre et complots short moments for grace<br />Last time I saw you in France,<br />on the road between Verdun and Orleans<br />we were playing hide and seek in the hay<br /><br />Witnesses of the summer always a whisper away<br /><br />(okt./nov 2OOO)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5763861025514429018?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-16769792381179044272007-07-17T06:26:00.000-07:002007-09-02T11:23:56.958-07:00The day they nailed her natural beauty on the cross;<br /><br />Fashion-Golgotha High<br />she was taken away by the fashion magazine lie<br /><br />this holy books of silicon breasts,lips,false promise on body-frustration and-complaints<br />this holy books of liposuction thighs,belly and in the end :liposuction of healthy brains<br /><br />The day they nailed her size to zero on the cross<br />she started to famine herself <br />her pretty fingers into her throat,her normal size had to drain,drain<br />in dedication her prayers and sighs :why just don't throw up my entire intestinal chain<br /><br />The day they nailed her natural lipgloss to rumple on the cross<br /><br />her face started to have the looks of a UV-burned toast<br />and after a few years her facelift tousled and tossed<br />midst the plastic smile on her lips and out of her artificial mascara tips<br />she knew her rage against natures ageing-proces was a total loss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1676979238117904427?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-75284448124475537282007-07-13T20:41:00.000-07:002007-09-02T11:22:47.776-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7528444812447553728?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-49897179319737561732007-07-12T05:49:00.000-07:002007-08-29T14:24:02.922-07:00Johnny Cocaine,Johnny Cocaine<br />Looking in her eye<br />Johnny Cocaine Johnny Cocaine<br />Registrating-on-her-spy<br /><br />Johnny Cocaine Johnny Cocaine<br />Yeah her handwriting looks great you say<br />Johnny Cocaine Johnny Cocaine<br />selfconceited asking :but who is she in fact,hey,hey<br /><br />Kitty Cocaine Kitty Cocaine<br />The inviting kind<br />Kitty Cocaine Kitty Cocaine <br />her pornpages static & clinical unwind<br /><br />Johnny Cocaine Kitty Cocaine<br />sneaking out the building flow on the love stain<br />Johnny Cocaine Kitty Cocaine<br />leaving behind a freezin'feeling drain <br /><br />Johnny Cocaine Kitty Cocaine<br />how long did your kiss remain<br />Johnny Cocaine Kitty Cocaine <br />writing their prey down on their long list of names<br /><br />june 2005<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4989717931973756173?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-14059368190265002902007-07-12T05:33:00.000-07:002007-07-17T05:18:44.282-07:00C'est toi<br />mon tremblement de terre<br />C'est toi<br />les larmes dans mes yeux chaque adieu<br />c'est toi<br />Le sourire sur mes lêvres<br />C'est toi<br />la stigmate coloré sur mon âme<br />C'est toi<br />la fleur dans mon coeur<br />C'est toi<br />La rivière cosmique dans ma tête<br />C'est toi<br />le pavot pendant tu veilles<br />C'est toi<br />capitain d' armement quand je presque coule<br />C'est toi<br />les montagnes de terre et rochers rouges qui me bougent<br />C'est toi<br />les gouts désaltérants quand j'avance trop fragile en trébuchant cette désert<br />C'est toi<br />qui me relâche de l'île du Stomboli<br />C'est toi<br />qui me donne la lave chaude que je peut continué cette vie<br />C'est toi<br />ma joi de vivre du printemps<br />C'est toi<br />ma provision d'hiver<br />C'est toi<br />tous les temps<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1405936819026500290?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-58422534375029977022007-07-11T10:37:00.000-07:002007-08-29T16:50:14.084-07:00Comme un pied noir<br />partout au monde fait son devoir<br /><br />Monde rond<br />ou beaucoup de pieds-rue-de-la-loi trop stabile<br />parmis le sang innocent de familles victimes coule<br />pendant que l'argent pour quelque familles homo pie pie brille<br /><br />Monde rond<br />ou des pieds soulier diamant et or détestent fraiches vents<br />comme ils ont du plombe dans les jambes<br />Pretextsuperieur visionpoison sur routine privé balcon<br /><br />Comme un pied noir<br />partout au monde fait son devoir<br />s'ils nous laissent faire....<br />parmis leur etroitesse d'esprit et limitation<br />avant d'être<br />cracher par leur bottes de pouvoir absolut et guerre<br /><br />Comme un pied noir<br />partout au monde fait son devoir<br /><br />Monde rond<br />film de format reduit<br />C'est temps pour tous les poupées de danser<br />C'est temps pour les poupées de mettre des guêtres<br />et avoir l'occasion de vivre gentil,genereux et plus<br />inerte-lentement<br />C'est temps de prendre le courage à deux mains<br />pour faire du vrai positif changement<br /><br />Comme un pied noir<br />partout au monde,peut faire,alors fait son devoir<br /><br />Ouvre tes yeux Ouvre tes yeux<br />Ouvre Le Monde Oeuvre Beauté Le Louvre<br />Faites vos jeux Faites vos jeux<br />Gentil et genereux <br /><br />s'ils nous laissent faire.....<br /><br />Faites vos jeux Faites vos jeux<br />gentil et genereux<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5842253437502997702?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-7283936473786846332007-07-11T05:50:00.000-07:002007-07-13T20:29:14.223-07:00Le soir de ses mémoires<br />Papa avait perdu<br />son chemin dans les rues<br />Il avait pris un tram involontaire<br />Inquiète j'ai fais une prière <br />jusqu'à je l'avais retrouvé sain et sauf<br />ces yeux dans les vagues de la rivière<br /><br />Le soir de ses mémoires <br />Il pense a Maman<br />Maman à l'autre rive de la rivière<br />Maman dans les forêts,Maman à la Mer<br />Maman et l'amour pour la nature et les animaux <br />Maman qui chante,Maman qui joue le piano<br />Avec Maman les fêtes,les banquets<br />et tel de concerts<br />Tous dans les carnets - programme qu'elle m'a donné comme souvenir: <br />Joséphine Baker,Mouloudji<br />Georges Brassens,Billy Eckstein,Nancy Donovan,Louis Baret,<br />Dario Moreno,Jacques Brel,Marcel Amont,Nati Mistral<br />Delta Rhytm Boys et Patachou et tellement d'autres<br /> <br />Une vie de chaque semaine dans les salles Varieté<br />Toi et Maman <br />et après ensemble avec moi et mon frére<br />à recontrer regulièrement tes amis musiciens :<br />Los Paraguayos,Line Renaud ,....<br />et<br />oui,oui,oui ...R&R Little Tony and His Brothers<br />Les photos que Maman a pris de Tony ,little ...?c'étais moi, <br />encore très petite,mais comment je m'en souviens ces concerts <br />beaucoup d'fume de cigarettes dans la salle et danses,rires,du bonne bruit !<br /><br /><br />Le soir de ses memoires<br />c'est comme Papa moment après temps<br />revit tous qu'était le plus important <br />Pétillement et douceur dans ses yeux<br />de desous c'est cheveux sage et blancs<br /><br />Le soir de ses mémoires <br />Papa , adapté a l'idée que sa mort lui approche<br />Papa,après une vie dévoué,maintenant silencieux amarré<br />et je veux le tenir pour toujours ,il le sait<br />Quelques changements comme<br />ses mots quand je pars ,il me dit :<br />"reste pas trop longtemps absent,ma fille "<br /><br />Papa,le soir de tes mémoires<br />je répresente toujours les noms d'affection que tu m'as donné:<br />Mistinguett et ta petite "Dieu en France"<br /><br />Papa,<br />Merci de m'avoir ammené quand j'etais petite<br />à tel de differentes places et situations<br />que je connais le monde entier<br />Merci que tu étais toujours interessé<br />avec esprit jeune et ouvert<br />Tu te souviens...une de tes cabrioles !...<br />comment tu m'a étonné , fille de 14 ans<br />Papa curieux...<br />avait accheté deux tickets pour un concert de Slade<br />un pour moi ,un pour toi<br />j'avais peur que tes oreilles seraient ruinés<br />mais tu l'a vécu <br />pour me dire que la musique de Slade est vraiment super et ok <br /> <br /><br />Merci pour ton amour et tes bons avis <br />qui m'ont appuyé de rester honnète et sincère,aimant,sociale<br />et fortifié et plein d'esprit moi même quand chagrins et problèmes ma vie<br />comme tu le savais et avais prevu:<br />pour des savants si beaux et belles<br />le monde est une place cruelle<br />Alors si tu voulais danser avec moi à une fête<br />c'était sur le chanson "Blue Spanish Eyes"<br />C'est toi qui m'as dis :il n'y a rien a faire,a changer avec la politique<br />c'est seulement pour les gens qui se veulent enricher dans une façon "stationaire"<br />Alors tu étais calme et soulagé<br />après beaucoup de dialogues avec moi ,moi 21 ans ,quand je t'ai dis que je n'étais pas sang -pour -l'argent imperialiste capitaliste,ni de communiste,que je déteste tout centralisation de pouvoir,polarisation,frontiéres,alors <br />....que je dois être beatnik,anarchiste, pacifiste <br />Alors toi ,calme et soulagé, tu m'as étonné ,avec un sourire satisfait tu m' as jamais rien dis ou demandé de -iques ou -istes après <br />Oh je sais Papa,quand c'est temps de t'en aller <br />tu étais une des rares personnes <br />qui m'a vraiment connu,<br />qui m'a pris pour qui je suis<br />et <br />aimes <br />mon <br />être<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-728393647378684633?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-83123277169295785282007-07-10T07:07:00.000-07:002007-07-10T07:54:30.416-07:00Habimus Zero<br />Habimus Bidonvillain<br />Habimus no Pain ,no Paturain<br />Habimus fundamentalist haines et chagrin<br /><br /><br />White and black smoke<br />Religions abused stroke<br />Habimus some woozy politicreligious heretics <br />Habimus macho women and men<br />distributing hypocrit thoughts<br />their virgin contra whore dope<br /><br />Where is their Peaceful Universal Brainwave<br />no one was born heretic or sinner<br />In GodsAllahsEye all living creatures are equal<br />it's just what's teached to be believed<br />A lot of rubbish to chew,why swallow destruction of earth and lives... <br /><br />All creatures treasures at same home:Earth<br />and this is the narrowminded state of knowledge of "the highest rank"think-tank:<br />Stealth or Towerplane,anti-condom ,carbomb,power and wealthgame....insane<br />And all these stories 'bout Sodom & Gommor...Ah<br />Hope place and time tumbles upside down<br />and <br />may the Holy Ghost wipe away the Thorny Crown <br />and may the White Dove brings a fresh Universal dawn<br /><br />Habimus Zero<br />but<br />If your heart turns a flower<br />your the bright seed under GodAllahs respect and love gown<br />don't need a god to blaim or praise above<br />don't need jealousy or to put a blame<br />on Satan,Magicians,Witches or just ...your neighbour<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8312327716929578528?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-32813600481893586762007-07-10T06:14:00.000-07:002007-08-29T14:41:53.789-07:00Berlin<br />dein Tânzer ist der Tod<br />deiner Leichen leben noch<br /><br />Kein Mordshunger<br />dieser Weise essen wir heute NICHTS<br />Kein Imbiss,Kein Bratgeruch<br />Kein Kriegswerbung Geschmacklosigkeit Hors d'Oeuvre<br />aus<br />vorgekaute Weltgeschichte Menübuch<br /><br /><br />Mauerspringer<br />auch ins Frûhling<br />erzâhlt der Wind <br />ein Lied<br /><br />Abschiedsbahnhof Krieg<br /><br />Hunger,Terror<br />how low can civilisation over and over deform<br />unknowing youngsters wicked pushed in a uniform<br /><br />a civilisation<br />so easy pleased after the terror of<br />Krieg<br />Nylon Stockings,Cigarettes and Chocolats !<br />to mask the sufferig souls that bleed<br /><br />Wir spazieren<br />Schwanengesang am Spree<br />Zigaretten!Wir brauchen Zigaretten!<br />Unseren Kettenrauch<br />schlängelt<br /><br />FREI,SO FREI<br />in Berliner Luft<br /><br />Rauch besser wie brânnenden Menschenfleishduft<br /><br />Snollenbroche<br />Hans und Gretchen Fallada<br />Umgebaute U-Boten<br />sonnennâhen<br />Tanzende Mohnnebels Spree<br /><br />Ein Glas zuviel getrunken<br />aus Liebe zu einander;<br />unterteilter Begriff der Anarchy<br /><br />Wir sind nicht mûde<br />Augen hinten Sonnebrille<br />Die Provokation geht weiter<br /><br />bis<br /><br />Abschiedsbahnhof Krieg<br /><br />Weltfriede ist der grössten Sieg<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3281360048189358676?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-75009519680684762272007-07-10T05:50:00.000-07:002007-07-12T08:55:41.692-07:00One for no money<br />Two for the show<br /><br />Three to splash<br />in the thunder and lightning <br />death-row<br />guns,stilleto's<br />and a fresh delivered handgranate<br />stealing and chewing on rasorblades<br /><br />God made the Devil create<br /><br />leuchtend<br />immer alles zu spât<br /><br />im nacht<br />make-up crying,no waterproof<br />husar shouting blowing the roof<br />dancing in the rain<br />with a broken shoe<br />dirty Berlin streets glue<br />some hearts blue and true<br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />the food was delicious<br />dishes piling on the floor of marble<br /><br />a jitterbug 'n pogo<br />earrings,fresh-hurting tattoos<br />and kisses<br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />swimming slow and smooth<br /><br />Alga cradle to the grave<br />this poetry of two faces<br />this poetry of two dreadlock-tails<br /><br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />their white spots of dragging pains<br />conclusive lashed tearfull orange tagged and trashed<br /><br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />master and mistress of puppets from the past <br />loose chain<br />convulsive vanishing 'cos in vain<br /><br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />alga float'n drift<br />laughing at Koi-fishes<br />buena'n pogo'n gothic rebel kisses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7500951968068476227?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-14574661838955057672007-07-10T05:35:00.000-07:002007-07-10T05:49:53.273-07:00Relic Relief and Release<br />in gloomy rooms<br />I'm often falling in pieces<br />I scare myself <br />how<br />I manage assembling<br />my bodyparts together as my own thief<br />Often I sit and wonder<br />about my wooden leg and hook<br /><br />The sea is my wavy book<br /><br />In scurvy cities glutting their landrats<br />who glue a cocker-up and consolation strive,<br />while landed nobility and public servants<br />are busy to behold<br /> and <br />steal new treasures in an ever deeper maffia caisson dive<br /><br />Relic Relief and Release<br />in darkened rooms<br />My childish eyes glow<br />Use my spy-glasses<br />into the streets and communities<br />I know but don't understand;<br />people on shore,concrete land,<br />so misanthrope with tumid knees and elbows<br /><br />Relic Relief Release<br />I breath astonishment in a cup of coffee<br />like a fortune-teller<br />My own shadow whispers me some pale hope<br /><br />The sea is my wavy book<br />log-book of waves<br />lashing antidote<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1457466183895505767?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-24813393569552558522007-07-10T05:13:00.000-07:002007-07-10T05:34:13.832-07:00Night I had a dream<br />I woke up in the unseen<br /><br />I enjoyed being a failure<br />I crossed my thiny fingers<br />and<br />re-entered the gamblers-scene<br />everyone was <br />glamourous<br />or<br />work-o-holic sick<br />Nobody was clean<br /><br />Night I had a dream<br />I woke up in the unseen<br />I don't trust<br />I'm a joker<br />Need no aim from a king and queen<br />while the jack<br />tries to follow my trace<br />whispering and quivering<br />for the <br />award<br />on my failure and sinners head<br /><br />Night I had a dream<br />I woke up in the unseen<br />While I shred through the night<br />shuffling my own cards<br />hearing the nightmares scream<br />out of many beds<br />where souls afraid <br />of<br />themselves and their denials,<br />haunted throughout the gloom<br />are put on trial<br />gnawed and teared to pieces<br />by braindevils that give them no rest<br /><br />Night I had a dream<br />I woke up in the unseen<br />I'm a failure angel with white wings<br />I'm a transistor-radio that sings<br />in the gamblers room<br />I raised me a sonormind<br />I'm a bat deaf and blind<br />friendly unkind<br />I'm a lens-zoom<br />on gloom and doom<br />I saw and left many things<br />I'm a failure virus<br />with zinc- white kinks<br />I am perturbation on the screen<br /><br />A failure that always lives and dies in dream<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2481339356955255852?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-52779213449439193082007-07-10T04:58:00.000-07:002007-07-11T11:40:08.437-07:00Medicine Woman has spoken<br />The spell on him had to be broken<br />She said :<br />Take the Mojave desert and your scar,<br />the road will be lonely,hot and far<br />Be slow and carefull,<br />Holy is the land of bones and skull<br />Take the eagle,the wolf,the bear,the turtle,the snake<br />While you sleep they're awake,so don't be afraid<br />You can't plant,only BE<br />Sanddevils at the horizon you'll see,<br />heralds of the thunderstorm of change on its way<br />At night hard rain is gonna fall<br />Your thirsty soul will be set free<br />Colours and flowers will fill the next day<br />Then slowly you'll come back to me<br /><br />Medicine Woman has spoken:<br />When you endured and survived<br />this ever-changing PowPow powdertrack<br />you're no warrior anymore<br />We'll sit down and smoke the pipe<br />you will be a Medicine Man:<br />A dog that doesn't bite<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5277921344943919308?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-834005959635583972007-07-10T04:02:00.000-07:002007-07-10T08:04:40.073-07:00Big Mama Odessa<br />she's the Captains Prayer<br />She's on short frequency with the Whales,<br />drinking the Vodka like Wine <br />When she vomits the Windward Isles<br />she bursts and reveals in a state of Devine<br /><br />Big Mama Odessa<br />sing the Captain a lullaby on a starless night <br />give him your smile from your harbourface <br />when flaring up the haven,<br />exhaustion or tears on his salted trace<br />from living the whirling compass fighting the mighty waves<br /><br />Big Mama Odessa <br />let the Captain drown for awhile in your embrace<br />your arms his sweet bay<br /><br />Big Mama Odessa<br />The rope she lashses or strains<br />The anchor she lifts<br />Blandly Siren to the Captains ship<br />pour him a kiss fragile as a seahorse<br />from your sandy lips<br /><br />Big Mama Odessa<br />When the Captain returns from most temptious torturing straits<br />The Captain became the wave,the tide <br />A Captain like that ,voluntary pirate root,<br />always the last breath on his ship <br />for worse and good<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-83400595963558397?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-31518530301496816182007-07-08T07:12:00.000-07:002007-08-21T05:28:21.417-07:00It's time<br />Give me my leather coat<br />Give me a last antidote<br />prepare my arrows and bow<br />keep me tight and for a second in remote<br /><br />Cruising- speed is my middle-name<br />I always kept my playclothes on after the call<br />Some pretend to be big while by birth recognised I am small<br /><br />Cruising speed is my middle-name<br />roving in a dream, returning beyond the primal scream<br /><br />It's time<br />I will cross the swamps<br />meet me at river Styx<br />Lodge for Vampires and Tramps<br />whom couldn't feel the hesperian kicks<br />Put a keen stiletto between my teeth<br />put all superfluous earthly kibosh below my feet<br /><br />What a delight<br />I reunite with my own shadow of light<br />keep me tight when I start again to breath<br /><br />Cruising Speed is my middle-name<br />Administer a mortal blow<br />No death is accidental<br />None of the brightest minds could adapt easily in an ego<br /><br />Cruising-speed is my middle-name<br />Red crow at my side,<br />crawling in space and time<br />again packed up in flesh and bone<br /><br />A wave to come and go and come and go<br />Prepare my arrows and bow<br />to reach oncemore the light of Scepter and Crown<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3151853030149681618?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-67296909005426865672007-07-08T07:06:00.000-07:002007-07-08T07:11:34.187-07:00Sweet dream of mushroom and glitter<br />ruminate life that's often bitter<br />I have the stars in my hand<br />Call me an embarrassment<br /><br />Sweet dream of poppy and fame<br />ruminate life that's often pain<br />I've stars at my feet<br />nothing left to bleed<br /><br />Sweet dream of light and twinkle<br />ruminate life as a very short wrinkle<br />I've stars in my head<br />the sparkling light on the day of my death.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6729690900542686567?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-46004088591050521332007-07-08T06:56:00.000-07:002007-08-29T16:47:01.695-07:00Watch me disappear in Crimson eclipse my dear<br />How did I become your worst fear<br />Your face of Dresden China whacked up in tears<br /><br />Watch me disappear in Scarlet somersault my dear<br />Your face a puddle-box of fenced fierce<br />Why did you always liked to bring me to tears<br /><br />Called me your Rebel<br />'till I was crumpled up in your reliquary<br />Called me your treasure<br />meanwhile you suspected the utter-cad in me<br /><br />Watch me disappear in Crystalloide mood my dear<br />Your face is a legal system,a crust hiding a doodle<br />Are you in fear of a razzia on your whole petrified caboodle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4600408859105052133?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-69004671666037202542007-07-08T06:48:00.000-07:002007-07-08T06:55:05.004-07:00Deny what they think they're sure to know<br />Lead Painted Arapaho<br />Put the spark to the thinder and decay<br />glowing in the dark of bright sight of come what may<br /><br />Crying will get you nowhere<br />and<br />laughs come just up to your waist<br />Eternal spine sucks you in<br />Penicious cockroaches are in haste<br /><br />Poor martyrdom in a spontanious combustion<br />Colourful Black you lie in state,<br />nothing to confess<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6900467166603720254?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-24334179262215100382007-07-08T04:57:00.000-07:002007-07-10T03:48:22.116-07:00Ken lie tucked into any valley on Earth<br />till chicken-shit ammonia filled his eye<br />Indeed,the bird focused his raping lie:<br />The closure of the borders of his natural mind for ages,<br />luxuary industry greedyupnerdcountyestate drippin' from charlatan stage<br />while<br />war,famine,mistreat,distress fillin' poor people's plate<br /><br />Ken woozy tucked fast into the treasures of Earth<br />refusing to break the seal of the by him claimed private bridge<br /><br />Oh, when the sun is rising the water follows<br />for the bird and the nomad to a view from the ridge<br /><br />Ken tucked into his thruth:<br />his grandeur,splendeur<br />homo know-how.....<br />to steal the Turtles shield<br />(and elephants teeth)<br /><br />All that souvenirs that bleed<br />exposed on cupboards<br />Kinda insane greed<br /><br />Know How<br />to empty the Bears gall<br />to disturb the Eagles flight<br />to slaughter the seals and whales<br />to slaughter the mighty Bison<br /><br />to worship his manipulation- creations:<br />to worship<br />Soyabean and Madcow<br />To make Earth his own darkened prison<br /><br />And now Ladies and Gentlemen<br />Ecce Homo<br />The Ocean is in the hall<br />The Wolves howl<br />Chickenshit ammonia breaking down the wall<br /><br />It was,is and will be no- ones land<br />It is Earth for All<br />And<br />All for Earth<br /><br />Yellowpinkskies over Bluegrass<br />crop up,crop out,Watercrop<br /><br />A sigh midst the Cosmic Knot<br /><br />Cosmic A wakening<br /><br />The Bird flue<br />a way<br />till<br />KenTucky Fried NOTHING<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2433417926221510038?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-67411824637765364482007-07-03T16:25:00.000-07:002007-07-10T03:59:39.618-07:00Files and dropkickmurphys<br />Cocaine and Speed on the workfloor<br />BingoBingo<br />Bye Bye black pool<br /><br />BingoBingo<br />Blackpool<br />An old lady shuffled some coins and smiles<br />Planet Casino Slow<br />far from black pool busy green mile<br /><br />Later that night<br />all really ready to throw up for miles<br />after to many silly duties<br />chain of office blackout in amphibious eyes<br /><br /><br />Allright,Allright<br /><br />All aboard,All aboard<br />at the music-hall transvestites tap the tiles<br />for a little happiness<br />All aboard,All aboard<br />for a ballroomblitz under the Eiffeltower<br />and after that<br />a big sleep at a million sollar hotel and a hot shower<br /><br />Then a cab<br />Off time<br />Offshore<br />Driving further away from<br />Cocaine and Speed on the workfloor<br />Off Stressmess<br />walking out that door<br />How less can be more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6741182463776536448?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-70627909083170406152007-07-03T13:51:00.000-07:002007-08-27T05:43:45.301-07:00And if, and if<br />I could've lied to you<br />that you never could afford<br />accepting the boulders some offered you to chew<br /><br />And if, and if<br />I could've painted the desert for you<br />so you never could afford<br />to feel the green grass turn into blue<br /><br />And if,and if<br />I could've picked a sunflower from the grim clouds for you<br />so you never could afford<br />to believe in a sunless sky of untrue<br /><br />And if,and if<br />I could've wished you the best<br />so you never could afford<br />to be born that riff of life<br />where the pure heart due to suffer<br />early breaks out the chest<br /><br />And if,and if<br />I could've thrown a coin in the ocean and pray the stars for you<br />so you never could afford<br />to be robbed in the concrete masquerade of earths wishing- well<br /><br />And if,and if<br />All was just to choose<br />there was nothing left to loose<br /><br /><br />And if,and if<br />so you never could afford<br />to fall off that cliff<br /><br />And if,and if<br /><br /><br />Also for Rita ,RIP<br />======================================================<br /><br /><br />From: "willem plugge" <willem.plugge@pandora.be><br />To: "Hv Wosky" <sunday_7@hotmail.com><br />Subject: rita<br />Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2007 14:32:23 +0200<br /><br /><br />Wosky<br /> <br />Ik moet tot mijn spijt dat verleden week Rita is overleden,sorry dat ik dat niet eerder kon kennisgeven.<br /> <br />Ik ben druk bezig de wettelijke regels aan het volgen, de crematie die al achter de rug is en zo verder.<br /> <br />Ik hoop dat het met jou beter is.<br />Willem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7062790908317040615?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-64260849218035399222007-07-02T09:42:00.000-07:002007-08-21T04:39:15.432-07:00Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />A dash of<br />a Babyshambles music-chord to far<br />The driversseat left shore<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />slipping and a sliding bodies like canes<br />trying to keep up and be one<br />with the uncontrolable jelling metal box hoax<br />highest concentration and eternity in the corner of eyes<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />A dash of<br />Four blue musketeers<br />trapped in a rocket to the stars<br />time and place vanished behind Mars<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />Four emptied musketeers<br />like an arrow over the mote<br />into seconds eternity remote<br />till All ended upside down in the foggy grass<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />A dash<br />of Galactic Silence<br />throughout till end of blast<br />The bruises not even that bad than some before<br />Billy Preston opened the backdoor<br />singing:<br />That's the way God planned it<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />Downhill a place where carbomb became a religion<br />and lots of concrete at the other side of the road<br />and yellow ribbons tied 'round the old oak<br /><br />Carcrash<br />in Scorpio Nebula Blue<br />Four reviving Musketeers<br />like an arrow that went the right way to the stars<br />where God rocked the boat<br />to crawl onto the dartboard of a brandnew day<br />No tears only a sunray to take, pass on , give away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-6426084921803539922?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-89386971155320934902007-05-30T15:40:00.000-07:002007-05-30T15:44:31.580-07:00E.G.G. Go dot Com/Waiting for Godot<br /><br />Somewhere Eindh Oven<br />Kill i Mangare<br />250 000 chickens in the 6 foot laying house<br />What waiting for ?<br />Go dot com<br /><br />Poor Polish Youngster sorting out eggs by size<br />5 days payed<br />for 2 days techno week-end<br /><br />in the streets and on the dancefloor<br />his brainleftovers make a cackling sound<br />even Willy Deville's Flaco chick isn't passing by<br />and if she is she thinks he's weirda cackling<br />and asks herself why<br />God... Odd...<br /><br />Somewhere in Amsterdamned<br />a 55 year old pal laughed:<br />I've always walked the twilight zone<br />we're ready<br />beneath sea-level we all gonna float on squeaking foam<br /><br />Enough of drawing red herring across the trail<br />(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8938697115532093490?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43284917273548387452007-05-30T15:28:00.000-07:002007-05-30T15:59:09.041-07:00hot dog frog up Mc Shit<br />the green giant mais-hissed<br />flying picketchups;<br />a shout for ev'ry cokecup thrown away<br />good barbiekjoe g.i. ants shuffling<br />a burger king kow ruminates his hostages<br />on the top of ev'ry building<br />dial meatmaffia for hormon injection<br />free meal<br />as green as a ghirkin<br />whistling greasy dipsauces<br />brainwashed on spots of flatdroven ham squaking burgerboxes<br /> strategic he cow -eyed a battle star lactosis<br />dung-fork army methanated<br />his memories<br />on his lost horse-shoe<br /> Milka Blue<br />(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4328491727354838745?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-52599332943373640312007-05-24T05:47:00.000-07:002007-05-24T06:13:09.386-07:00<a href="http://shw.fotopages.com/2624540.html" target="object"></a><br /><br />PLUSMINUS<br />QUADRAGESIMO MONEY ANNO<br />OBLATUM<br />NIMIS MONEY DIVITIARUM MONEY CONGESTUS<br /><br />ORIS MONEY ORIS MONEY ORIS<br />SUMMUM MONEY IMPERIUM<br />SUMMUM MONEY DOMINATIO<br />POPULUM SERVITUTI SUBICERE<br />SERVUS MONEY FLEXIBILIS MONEY SUPERVACUUS<br />MONEY INUTILIS MONEYMONEYMONEYMONEYMONEY<br />NO SOCIAL,POLITIC HARMONY MODEL AVAILABLE<br />MEA CULPA<br />SOCORDIS MONEY INFAMIS<br />WASH BLOODCONTAMINATED HANDS<br /><br />POLARISATION MONEYMONEYMONEYMONEYMONEY<br />RERUM CIVILIUM SCIENTIA :CONFLICT MONEY MODEL MONEY PREFERABLE<br />BELLICOSUS DISPENDIUM<br />SANCTITAS INSULSUS<br />INNOCENTIS<br />ALIQUEM SECURI PERCUTERE<br /><br />PRINCIPATUS MONEY NEGLEGENS MONEY INDIGNUS (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5259933294337364031?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-24273839617890055572007-05-24T05:18:00.000-07:002007-05-24T05:36:22.399-07:00Bicycles ,pedestrians<br />to coil or not to coil ...<br />Traffic jam<br />freedom-trap<br />road boil economical steelfoil<br />go work,go consume, go sleep<br />count cars instead of sheep<br />count the oilprice, hope it goes low and nice<br />Think tank holy tin can cow<br />war<br />gazoil<br />it's your choise after oil .....<br />After a visit to the museum<br />a helmeted pig on a bicycle<br />makes a row ;<br />K r i t i k u s C a r F l u s h<br />Paparazzi-lens tried to catch that helmeted pig on the fence,<br />that pig that pissed the roads<br />whom<br />turned to wax<br />Tate Gallery loans :<br />Raffaêlist Paint flows onto Frankfurter Allee,<br />or lines independent of colours<br />in true imaginations<br />by Paul Klee<br />Noizy metal dazzling shrines on black rubber declines<br />into their red - and greenlight-struggle into fuming rubble.<br />When felt the wind in hair and ear kill a car ,let it fear<br />Car Museum near (wosky)(c)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2427383961789005557?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-77284568281032704082007-05-24T05:15:00.000-07:002007-08-28T06:38:16.450-07:00Call me names<br />Pin your blames<br />I forget names<br />I forget streetnames<br />I remember every nice face<br />I recover every nice place<br /><br />Call me names<br />Pin your blames<br />Horse without a name<br />Call me a shame<br />Shadow in time<br />Nothin'to frame<br /><br />I don't live in line<br />I survive in a rhyme.(wosky(c))<br /><a id="CommentsTop"></a><br /><br /><br />_Roots __________________________________________<br /> Andries Wosky werd op 10 november 1767 geboren in Huningue (Huningen) in de Elzas, vlak bij Basel. Nog dezelfde dag werd hij in de plaatselijke parochiekerk van St Louis gedoopt. Peter was Guillaume Morel, luitenant van het regiment de la Mart en meter Dame Marie Claire, echtgenote van Mesire Pierre Michel de Serraud, BacheberlJ, stalmeester, ridder in de militaire orde van St Louis en majoor. De vader van Andries was Simon Slywoosky, geboren in Warschau (Polen) en getrouwd met Dame ElJonore Gremanin, die afkomstig was van Orleans (Frankrijk). De familienaam Wosky (ook als Woskij gespeld) is dus een verbastering. De oorspronkelijke naam komt in een bepaalde tekst zelfs op drie manieren voor: Slyvoosky, Slyicvooski en Slyivooski! Andries was waarschijnlijk de eerste zoon en het tweede kind in het Het jaar 1816 is een belangrijk jaar voor het onderwijs in Leende. Het gemeentebestuur besloot onderwijzerswoning en school grondig op te laten knappen. Onderwijzer Van Ginkel had dan ook flink geklaagd over de erbarmelijke toestand van zijn woning, niet alleen bij burgemeester Clephas maar zelfs bij arrondissementscommissaris mr C.F.Wesselman in Eindhoven. Deze antwoordde evenwel dat er geen geld was voor een opknapbeurt. Wel benaderde hij op 16 januari 1816 de burgemeester van Leende om eens na te gaan of de vroegere pastorie, die toch van de gemeente was, niet als onderwijzerswoning en school gebruikt kon worden. Dan konden de bestaande slechte woning en school verkocht worden en verhuur van de voormalige pastorie zou niet meer nodig zijn. Al op 29 januari luidde het antwoord van de burgemeester dat de pastorie te klein was voor woning en school en bovendien ongunstig gelegen. Dan zou men nog beter de pastorie kunnen verkopen en van de opbrengst de bestaande school en onderwijzerswoning restaureren. Vermoedelijk is het zo inderdaad gegaan. Bouwmeester Van Driel maakte tekening en bestek voor de renovatie en begrootte de kosten op 537,17 gulden. Nog in 1816 werd het werk opgeleverd. Tijdens de verbouwing werd Andries Wilhelmus Wosky (AndrJ Guillaume), toen bijna 50 jaar oud, de nieuwe onderwijzer in Leende. Hij zou echter geen orde hebben kunnen houden. Kinderen kwamen of bleven weg als ze zin hadden. Ouders die het konden betalen stuurden daarom hun kinderen in Maarheeze op school. Minvermogende ouders kozen Heeze! Dat rapporteerde althans de Leendse gemeenteschout N.Wijnants op 10 augustus 1822 aan districtsschout C.F.Wesselman. Volgens Wijnants zou de eerder genoemde Pijpers een veel betere leermeester zijn geweest. Toen die nog school vermoedelijk tot vier kinderen uitgegroeide gezin. Andries Wosky werd later onderwijzer in Eindhoven?, Heeze, Mierlo en Leende. Hij werd gedoopt in de parochiekerk van St Louis bij Huningue, omdat er in Basel geen katholieke kerk was. Andries Wosky had tenminste twee zussen en mogelijk ook nog een broer. Zijn oudste zus Marie-CathJrine-Claire werd op 15 juni 1765 in Basel geboren en drie dagen later in Huningue gedoopt. Zijn zus FranHoise werd er op 21 februari 1769 gedoopt. Van zijn eventuele broer of mogelijk nog in Polen geboren kinderen van Simon is verder niets bekend. Vader Simon was intendant (soort rentmeester) van een afgevaardigde (ambassadeur) van de keurvorst van Saksen die resideerde te Bern (Zwitserland) en Basel. Simon zou met zijn meester heel Europa rondgereisd hebben. Hij had de niet onbelangrijke functie van militaire intendant. Zijn taak bestond uit het beheren van de goederen van de afgevaardigde, ervoor te zorgen dat iedereen uit het gevolg goed gehuisvest was, zijn loon kreeg e.d. De belangrijkheid van de functie komt ook tot uiting in de personen die peter en meter waren bij de doop van zijn zoon AndrJ. Huningue, hoofdplaats van het gelijknamige kanton in het Franse departement Haut-Rhin (arrondissement Mulhouse), ligt op een plek aan de Rijn waar deze rivier gemakkelijk kon worden overgestoken. Het is van oudsher een belangrijk plaatsje. Eerst behoorde het aan de bisschoppen van Basel, later kwam het aan de Habsburgers en in 1679 aan Frankrijk. Lodewijk XIV liet het door Vauban versterken. Na de terugtocht van Moreau (later maarschalk onder Napoleon I), die er op 26 oktober 1796 de Rijn overstak, namen de Oostenrijkers de schans in hun bezit. Ze werden echter weldra door generaal Abatucci verdreven. Op 2 februari 1809 werd Huningue bij de capitulatie aan de Napoleontische troepen overgegeven. De Oostenrijkers en Beiers trokken op 17 december 1813 de Rijn over, belegerden de vesting en overmeesterden haar op 14 april 1814 door de capitulatie van Barbou. Later kwam het weer in Franse handen en toen werd het stadje door 30.000 (!) man Oostenrijkse troepen ingesloten. De Franse generaal BarabanPgre beschikte slechts over 135 man maar wist zich niettemin lang staande te houden. Op 26 augustus 1815 moest ook hij capituleren, waarna de vestingen voorgoed gesloopt werden. In 1871 werd het stadje weer Duits bezit, maar sinds 1918 is het in Franse handen. In 1900 telde Huningue " 3000 inwoners, in 1970 ongeveer 5000. <br /><br />Andries Wosky was op een of andere wijze tussen 1786-'89 als soldaat terecht gekomen in regiment nr 3 van luitenant-generaal A.baron Van Dopf. Volgens de Sectie Militaire Geschiedenis van de Koninklijke Landmacht behoorde dit regiment tot het Staatse Leger, het leger van de Republiek der Verenigde Nederlanden. Het 1e bataljon, waarin Wosky diende, was gelegerd in het garnizoen in Hulst en Sas van Gent. Verondersteld wordt dat Wosky zich door wervers van het regiment in Basel heeft laten inlijven of dat hij via eerdere dienst in het Franse (niet het Napoleontische!) leger in het militaire beroep is beland.....<br /><br />Http://www.dse.nl/~leende/pw/onderwijs.htm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7728456828103270408?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-38823940400897462572007-05-23T05:13:00.000-07:002007-05-23T05:45:14.795-07:00Einstein,<br />grey sciensce eminence<br />with loving heart<br />when aquarius<br />named Roosevelt<br />took you apart,<br />seems<br />you didn't believe<br />in<br />EVIL ABUSE<br />and<br />POWER MADNESS<br />of<br />THE MODERN PHARAOS<br />Did you knew how you signed<br />the nuclear agreement paper<br />or were the two of you<br />by<br />PHARAOS HIGHPRIESTS fed,doped and brainwashed blind ?<br />for the MASSACRES<br />some<br />PHARAOS MANHOOD could bring ?<br /><br />Einstein left broken<br />and<br />in sorrow behind<br />as<br />A GREAT LIGHTSPIRIT<br />it didn't slip his bright generous mind:<br />MODERN PHARAOS<br />had a mission out from<br />THEIR CRUEL SO CALLED HOLY SKY<br />mission Enola Gay<br />PILATUS HANDWASH<br />from out of their clouds<br />these MODERN PHARAOGODS<br />don't see souls carbonizes sigh and cry<br />THEIR SURVIVING WORKERS<br />ALL OVER THE WORLD<br />JUST HAVE TO BE ALWAYS AFRAID?OBEY AND PRAY<br />Hiroshima,Nagasaki and where next<br />MODERN PHARAOS SOFISTICATED LIGHTRAY/<br />THEIR THUNDERING VOICE<br />OUT OF<br />THE OPENING CLOUD SHOUTS:<br />WE HAVE TO KILL AND DESTROY THIS GLOBE<br />TO SAFE IT<br />IT IS OUR PRIVILEDGED MODERN PHARAOS PLAY<br /><br />SO SOME PHARAOS MANHOOD STILL LIKES TO STING<br />COMMON PEOPLE<br />USED AND MADE USELESS<br />FOR PHARAOS IMMEDIATE GREEDY NEEDS<br />IN THE WINK OF THESE PYRAMIDE BUILDERS EYES<br />MILLIONS OF WORKERS HAVE ON THEIR COMMAND TO SUFFER AND DIE<br />IN FUNCTION OF THE DIAMOND SUN<br />DIAMONDS AND GOLD, NATURE SHINING IN TOUCH WITH THE SUN<br />DIAMONDS ARE JUST STONES<br />AS<br />MONEY IS JUST PRINTED PAPER;<br />WHERE PHARAOS REIGN OF MASSACRE BEGAN<br /><br />MODERN PHARAOS<br />MILLIONS OF WORKERS<br />WAKING UP AND REALISING<br />YOU'RE NO GODS,<br />NO RULERS,<br />NO MUMMIES<br />NO SPIRITS<br /><br />JUST BONES<br /><br />THE WORKERS WITH THEIR TRUE MISSION IN LIFE<br />ONE BY ONE<br />DIGGING UP AND UNEARTH THE BLACK LOST STONE<br /><br />THE HOLY GRAIL IS ALMOST CONSUMED<br />AND<br />MODERN PHARAOS<br />SLOWLY , SILENTLY<br />BY THE LIGHT DOOMED (Wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3882394040089746257?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-27485332450035525862007-05-23T05:01:00.000-07:002007-05-25T05:43:40.210-07:00Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />thousand Roman Empires<br />built in his phantasy<br />loosing his talents<br />sailing his fleet<br />of little interesting,uninspiring sensations<br />under the flag of many nations<br />in his mind<br />splitted and stucked<br />since thundering jehova's reading 'bout estuary 666<br />a child only looking for simple,honest answers and relief<br />kneeled between the shelves oppressed by them holy books<br />observing some severe teachers tumbling in sin themselves<br /><br />Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />tumbling in the abyss of no satisfaction<br />making the lie his own<br />feverish fatally fake loosing his crown<br />pretending Carthago became a boring place<br />denying it's in fact his life that became hollow score<br /><br />Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />A flicker of hope<br />knocking sunny and turquoise doors<br />of<br />some hearts of gold<br />when nobody wanted his frozen core anymore<br />those who kept him always in mind<br />those whom he bestole and betrayed<br />but<br />never could pilfer their wings flying out for worths and dignity<br /><br />Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />In prevision a heart of gold<br />as years flew<br />acting the Iron Lord<br />giving him a last good -advice chord<br /><br />In prevision<br />a heart of gold<br />as years flew acting the Iron Lady<br />not taking his wicked moods anymore<br /><br />Sadly enough they' were able to read his soul and mind<br />not easy to leave thoughts on him behind<br />while mostly he was concerned having<br />a selfish look in his mirror shining high to broken blue<br /><br />Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />At the crack of day troubled guessing,<br />not knowing what to decide<br />trying to avoid thoughts 'bout<br />how fragile the line<br />between good and bad the choise<br />between giving love or idolising his fading pride<br />the choise<br />between going on abusing love or changing what he became :<br />a cripple feeling inside<br /><br />Phoenician Fellow<br />Manipulating the Mellow<br /><br />forging harum-scarum harm<br />never forging the iron when it was warm<br />became unaware of all golden charm<br /><br />One day long ago<br />he wrote the hearts of gold a note saying:<br />I'm not humble,I feel stressed<br />My heart is hurtin' I need a friend<br />I need some flirtin'<br />Have patience,<br />I'll come your way<br /><br />Oh ,Phoenix, golden tracks walking the dust<br />Oh ,Phoenix , iron-red tracks falling apart in rust<br /><br />The weakness in him<br />The weakness in you<br />The weakness in me<br />All wrapped in blue.(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2748533245003552586?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-18307593255215994022007-05-23T04:47:00.000-07:002007-07-04T03:45:11.404-07:00Why you're only wearing a knife<br />while there's a gunfight tonight ?<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />and you hear them say<br />"I trusted you once ,I killed you twice"<br />when a bitch whispering the beat<br />Nothing left to bleed<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />smashing heads , throwing things around<br />Shooting all the mirrors down<br /><br />An old fahioned cowboy movie<br />Even when dancing with a Sweetwatergirl<br />the ace of spades lying in wait<br />always keep an eagles eye on the saloondoor<br />The wicked always coming back for more<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />not often smiling ,<br />but if it happens their golden theet reflect the sun saying:<br />if we'd known we'd lived that long we'd taken better care of ourselves<br /><br />Jesse Smith &amp; Wesson Schofield 45<br />at young age<br />usefull<br />as servant of the confederate guerrilla to some politician's strive<br />raised in a way like that years later his words:<br />"Sir, I'm not afraid to die like a man fighting but I would not like to die like a dog unarmed"<br /><br />a last vigilent whispered 'bout him: "a prince of a human being who got off on the wrong foot"<br /><br />while Billy, the orphan ,a smile on his face even in his most dangerous moods<br />while Ned Christie the Cherokee said to be born just a wrong race<br />while some only were shooting the horses and not the riders<br />to save their necks at Cripple Creek<br /><br />An old fashioned cowboy movie<br />Trusting once lies and alibies<br />poker and dice<br />they started shooting them twice<br />Dithyrambic and dodgy<br />they let them pay high price<br /><br />Gunfighters<br />inside of them you can read it on the wall<br />Prepare for some cold meat<br />don't wanna crumble,don't wanna fall<br />causes or reasons we were under attack<br />well,this is the season to paint all black<br /><br />May gunpowder cover your face<br />we'll take the road as it comes,<br />leaving no trace<br />Became all numbers on a list<br />not sure if some bullets missed<br />born poor and innocent<br />no way out<br />so we've no-more immediate needs to forfill<br />giving the blisters away<br />Make my day! Make my day !<br /><br />Always some vunerable youngster<br />in the mood for a walk in bad company<br />For the old fashioned cowboy movie a sacrifice:<br />Only a gun and a hell on the stairway to paradise(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1830759325521599402?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-21460357611353104822007-05-23T04:33:00.000-07:002007-07-04T03:49:54.958-07:00Dinner at Soho<br />On the Wings of Magic Realism<br />years ago arriving in Soho<br />in their Mercedes Benz<br />those Gypsies putting Black Sarah<br />and<br />their contrabass over the courthouse fence<br /><br />The Jester like always trying to get a grip on his tune<br />just said" hello and divine longlonglegs" to Maria,<br />barely naked body & soul angel in distress<br />carrying a plastic bag filled with hope<br />for the never-ending monsoon to stop while all the grandmothers whispered:<br />if you honestly have something to say don't forget to wear a moonstone on your lips<br />while all the grandfathers taught how the fight was won to control their hips<br /><br />The atmosphere nice and joyful<br />untill she came in hissing humiliations without a reason,:<br />"Oh you´re such a child" to the King<br />blaming him for putting<br />too much food on his dinner table for a gypsy child<br />firmly captious from the phobic poordom of her brains to Maria the remains:<br />We are not that rich you know !<br /><br />The Fool called her the Black Witch the King was courting for too long<br />in growing blues<br />on the other hand expressing his fear the King might lay eyes on Maria and steal her, his newest concubine, away from him<br /><br />Dinner at Soho<br />On the Wings of Magic Realism<br />years ago arriving in Soho<br />in their Mercedes Benz<br />those Gypsies putting Black Sarah<br />and<br />their contrabass over the courthouse fence<br /><br />Recognising the ruby blue in Lear´s eyes ,<br />too nice to shoot a deer<br />fate as a kiss quite special never shared an altruistic life<br /><br />Born in a Mercedes Benz in a cold millenium on a troubled globe<br />wondering child admiring the veil of stars<br />wondering where all the beauty went<br />and<br />the oak-fern music to heal all the mistreated and scarred<br /><br />Sinner at Soho<br />cherishing earthly banners and schism<br />a pope grew a misleading belief in himself<br />while so many virgins promised in heaven<br />and<br />Soho's uncautious and ignorant religious martyrs, thieves and liars<br />and Lucretia and Cesare almost damned to distribute their love only by flyers<br /><br />How only a dog and a childghost lighten up Rembrandt's Nightwatch<br />and those Gypsies always on the road<br />carrying Black Sarah throughout the Salty Oceans<br />praying delivering waves of Marseille Tarot<br />and<br />Contrabass of fragile chances<br />while the breadknife only blue and shaking cuts what should be everyone's bread<br />while the oven made private what should be everyone's bread shared<br />while the red wine is bartered away as the last innocent blood shed<br /><br />and those gypsies always on the road<br />carrying Black Sarah throughout the Salty Oceans<br />Only able to whisper the real meaning of respect,dedication and love<br />through<br />the white doves sitting outside in the stained glass window niche<br />Only able to whisper<br />the importance of respect, dedication and love to the child<br />wondering<br />'bout the Full-Moon in the darkest, coldest nights<br />till it understands<br />it's just a beautiful romantic magical illusion of the Sun before going to bed<br />it's the reign of the Light rays that melt the ice-caps for all of us<br /><br />Light just in time (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2146035761135310482?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-77780397451841282412007-05-21T15:05:00.000-07:002007-05-21T15:12:33.968-07:00Oh god,<br />give ev'ry human at least one Car !<br />The 1001 gallons oilhe may drive<br />,clearing the entire stock<br />on the biggest breath-taking Earth party<br />'till the roads block.<br /><br />expectorate,expectorate<br />more roads !<br />destroy nature in triple-ghost-gasoline rates.<br /><br />Car,oh holy tin can cow<br />speedfiends,drivers kick<br />and stress;<br />chop the others on thy exhaust-fume dope into death<br /><br />Sacrificed be thy bloody mess !<br /><br />Have pity ,oh lord<br />give us thy fuel-thirsty ghost,<br />the oil-money please;<br /><br />Driving further in astmatic disease<br />we remember in our prayers<br />thy Oil-Magnates Reffinaries (wosky,jan.2004/published in Car-Busters Int.Magazine Issue 20,june,july 2004)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7778039745184128241?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-78261317748551892342007-05-21T15:00:00.000-07:002007-07-13T20:39:07.481-07:00rape,rape<br />ev'ryday in anyway<br />consume,take<br />bow like a willow<br /><br />take,break<br />in material dream<br />numb & drifting away<br />high price to pay<br /><br />break,die<br />it was all a lie<br />were you lucky<br />on the overstressed path<br />of unstoppable desire & wrath ?<br /><br />die,die<br />after smoking a factory & car<br />after eating tasteless manipulated pie<br />respect<br />the multinational,industrial,tecnological think-tank<br />while your cancer fries<br /><br />this wealth is an illusion<br />a global economical monster<br />tries to steal your freedom<br />and the best hours of your life.(wosky)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7826131774855189234?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-55696949512179582872007-05-21T14:52:00.000-07:002007-05-21T15:00:35.385-07:00Near is the shirt<br />but nearer is the skin.<br /><br />bound up by gravity hidden<br />breathing cohesion;<br />some fusions of skins<br />river-god within<br /><br />the oxygen slaughter:<br />in the sweat of thy face shall thou eat thy bread<br />orange agents dropped thy leaf<br /><br />a ground beetle<br />plethoric plenged<br />porous pores<br />boil over<br />by screens<br />black-heads<br />ulcers<br />wounds<br />stitches<br />scabies<br />scalps<br /><br />an inevitable welcome<br />to ripe<br />roving<br />to rotting<br />gangreen<br /><br />purifying the shield bursts<br />and crawls<br />a snake of plasma<br />river-god<br />sedative fluid<br />leaving rags of carbonized skin;<br />undercurrent unbodied within(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5569694951217958287?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-72834174931940001912007-05-21T14:42:00.000-07:002007-05-21T17:34:39.701-07:00only beautiful birds<br />flying off his mind<br /><br />a wading-bird<br />a water-flea<br />environmental<br />alienation<br />wiry free<br /><br />on a stairway;<br />since there's no heaven<br />hollow snakes<br />eggs grind<br />no pit to hell<br />singing his way ;blind<br />only beautiful birds<br />flying off his mind<br /><br />'gainst nettle-rash<br />plug<br />a nose-ring<br /><br />sacrificial woods<br />gipsy-herb<br />deadly nightshade<br />wastelands<br />he's a Maori<br /><br />At the feast<br />of<br />tabernacles<br />the wolves<br />offered him<br />tentacles;<br />amazing grace<br />of bird-claws<br />stinging his face<br />in eternal daze<br /><br />he's a Maori<br />only beautiful birds<br />flying off his mind<br /><br />Earth, an egg that grinds (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7283417493194000191?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-19741980664331396722007-05-21T14:38:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:42:40.072-07:00The small river beyond<br />the further climbing down<br />while slow red erosion of the grand river<br /> lavafalls black noise<br /><br /> hands unfold<br /> drops zuni silver amulet<br /> and navajo turquoise<br /> where bones mix with stones<br /> where spirit looks up<br /> from the riverbed<br /><br />northrim climb<br />towards eternal end<br />looking at the southrim<br />to same eternal start(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-1974198066433139672?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-46193477937601539342007-05-21T14:35:00.000-07:002007-05-21T17:35:51.613-07:00Gauze People in London<br />Gauze People in Kusadasi<br />Gauze People in Natanya<br />Gauze People in Mussayib<br />Gauze People in Africa<br />Gauze People in Gaza<br />Gauzy politics Gauzy religions<br />Sick ideologies killed the healthy mind<br />I wished all could feel the beauty<br />and healingpower warmth of the sun<br />but even in front of her a gauze seems to be hung<br />May as many hearts hiss and hesitate<br />by all the foolish harshly unwarranted killers' bombs and granates<br />May all children know one day<br />that ideology- and methodistical thinkings are deceptive<br />May all children know one day that humans<br />can choose live and let live in peace<br />instead of power and hate<br />May all children know one day<br />that appearances are deceptive<br />and sprouted and promoted<br />by degenerated, always discontented minds<br />May all children know<br />how to put thirst for blood and greed aside<br />in a disagreement<br />An innocent victim in gauze in the end can never be anyone's pride<br />May all children in peace be able to admire the sunpower;<br />the only real power Nature's Bliss (wosky(c)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4619347793760153934?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-72335138186013693852007-05-21T14:32:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:35:11.706-07:0012-Persons car-pool in all AUDI<br />At highhorsepowerspeed<br />like in hollow- hoot-movies<br />try to catch the G from GAUDI<br /><br />Meanwhile smile in every speed-limit camera<br />If the G is catched all leave the AUDI<br />immediatly &amp; at random at crossroads,middle of the streets<br />After that move all slowly<br />to have a nice silent pick-nick<br />on the grass of ground zero<br />of the Sagrada Familia<br />admiring the Quadruplets Towers and the Sky. (wosky(c))<br /><a id="CommentsTop"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-7233513818601369385?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-89397954195130231192007-05-21T14:26:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:31:59.963-07:00The night the rivers went mighty again<br /> an angel whispered :<br /> Altamira,Altamira<br />can you remember Altamira<br /><br /> Time to climb the crystal mountain<br />when the hurricane comes close to you,<br /> it's gonna be dark and misty with a sparkle of blue<br /> No stars to guide you,<br />but you will see<br /><br />Even the poor ferryman<br /> lost his boat in the waves<br /><br />No stars to guide you<br />but you will see<br />and enlighted<br />a tiny solving drop<br />and nevertheless ocean of eternity<br /><br />Altamira,Altamira<br />in the depts of the sea<br />Altamira,Altamira<br />I will enter your caves<br /><br /> It's you Altamira,Altamira<br /> the one who in disorder wakes (by wosky)(c)<br /><a id="CommentsTop"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8939795419513023119?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-57489220635902376862007-05-21T14:14:00.000-07:002007-09-27T06:10:20.601-07:00person in time<br />time<br />second<br />minute<br />in line<br />watching<br />his<br />watch<br />time<br />after<br />time<br />in order<br />to<br />get<br />rid<br />of<br />time<br />who<br />killed<br />his<br />timeless<br />time<br />took<br />an<br />ax<br />to<br />scratch<br />the watch-<br />hands<br />hatchets<br />to live<br />after<br />his<br />own<br />swatch (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5748922063590237686?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-53078254088190497852007-05-21T14:05:00.000-07:002007-08-29T17:12:22.688-07:00Freedom of speech<br />cotton-wool filled ears<br />red bleeding glasses<br />pick your nose<br />and find outcoming brain leftovers<br />mouthplug<br /><br />kalashnikov art<br /><br />but purifying pussyfoot<br />press palliative pot-ale<br /><br />monition mongrelize<br />unrestrained tolerancy<br />sank inbetween the lines<br /><br />dagger-notes stabbed what soul wrote:<br />crispy rejected hush-money<br />the leaf fell of<br /><br />the huge watchtower<br />pins<br />purple-heart tongue-piercing decoration<br />ribbon weak confortably numb<br />32 teeth charlatan alpha-bet;<br /><br />General Brainwash &amp; adepts<br />rape freedom<br />invent and re-invent<br />the non-paradise mirrors and privatisation spaceshields:<br />uzzi in the sky with diamonds<br />since he learned to lie<br />his freedomspeeches pour out<br />like poisoned water.(wosky(c)) <br /><br />In memory of Van Gogh,dutch filmmaker,killed in his freedom of speech<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5307825408819049785?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-82722308503478042192007-05-21T14:01:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:05:46.826-07:00"Après nous le déluge"<br />La vie est devenue centrifuge;<br /> ou je suis collée en dehors,<br />à côté des modernités;<br /> les avenues des temps révolus<br /> devenues trop pressées,trop rempliées;<br /><br />le crachoir trop ozon<br />"Après nous le déluge"<br />Après de centaines d'années on pourrait dire<br />que Madame de Pompadour avait raison .(wosky(c) L<br /><br /><a id="CommentsTop"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8272230850347804219?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-51389979019924226712007-05-21T13:55:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:01:49.380-07:00Walking Les Jardins des Tuileries<br /> on a sunny day<br />a poem on my lips<br /> your smile crossed my way<br /> we must have died another day<br /><br /> Standing on the Oboechev bridge<br /> for hours in the snow<br /> half a kopeke in my pocket<br /> your smile reflected from the murmering waterflow<br /> we must have died another dawn<br /><br />The total reality nothin' but the apotheose of a mask<br />Souls,with coats made of the finest clothes or rags<br />draped over bodies carrying des Carnets des Idées Reçues<br />in the midst of the ozon-blue shiver<br />forced to follow the shining river<br /><br />Walking half the world<br />for so many days and nights,<br /> a red rose in our hands and to many tears<br />In a blinding flash of lightning<br />I recognized that smile upon your face<br />Under the sun peals of thunder and to much rain<br />We must have died that day<br />like smiles within the crystal chain (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-5138997901992422671?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-2605164135850526022007-05-21T13:53:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:55:17.965-07:00~~~~Fear/Choise/FanAway<br />~~~~ Safety pins !<br />~~~Safety Einfach pinz<br /> Zuviel Giebelschutz<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Die Tauben scheissen d'rauf<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sharf schiessen Sie jeder ângstige entweichende Gleichgültigkeit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So sind Tauben<br /> Essenz ! Essenz ! (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-260516413585052602?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-83963029643544088062007-05-21T13:48:00.000-07:002007-07-13T20:44:13.819-07:00Punkt Defunkt<br />no words<br />fell of her bar-chair<br />a black out ?<br />oh no<br />just exhausted repose<br />oh no<br />no broken white paper scene or limbs<br />woke up<br />beside her still the same nightly frozen pimp<br />and<br />a joker who stole her beer<br />music still floated heavenly through the smoky air<br />picked up her pen<br />and<br />closed the door<br />stepping in the early morning lie<br />only glad the sun was there (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8396302964354408806?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-32922164434668328842007-05-21T13:46:00.000-07:002007-08-29T17:16:51.944-07:00media haunted<br /> media flaunted<br /> flatscreen<br />flattened flesh-fly flim-flam flat-scream<br />flatscreens<br />thrown from 4th floors<br />THAT'S FLAT !<br />hardware having a ball<br />software gathered at the wall<br />THAT'S FLAT ! (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3292216443466832884?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-82103363305188434322007-05-21T13:37:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:46:13.865-07:00Hiroshima mon amour<br />Stay(get) bruised,stay(get) beautiful<br />Scratched myself longtime ago from Schindler's List<br />cried a river<br />through the swamp of smog<br />painkillers<br />made me fragile fog<br /><br />Hiroshima mon amour<br />smouldering epicentre<br />engraved<br />within my tranquile loch<br />log (wosky(c))<br /><br /><br />vandaag is regen<br />een ware zegen<br />stortvloed<br />dopamine<br />in<br />drieste druppels daling<br />overstegen<br />vandaag<br />loom verblijf<br />geestfris als dauw<br />in<br />frida kahlo lijf (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8210336330518843432?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-30195362549147293132007-05-21T13:33:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:37:30.400-07:00She sings a lullaby<br />Big Fly on<br />the nose of the rose in the alley<br /><br />He's free on bail,she said<br />the baby needs to be fed<br />we need some money<br />Watts is no land of milk & honey<br /><br />When night falls<br />he'll go out<br />Some neighbourghs scream and shout<br />in the streets<br />someone hungry<br />someone drunk<br />someone dying<br /><br />The baby on the floor crying<br /><br />When he's not stabbed<br />When she's not trapped<br />The baby'll grow<br />and play Fly-boy in the alley<br /><br />No future for them in L.A.<br />meanwhile....in the white House<br />money for another 'sunshiny' warday(wosky)(c)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3019536254914729313?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-89967915205816366112007-05-21T13:24:00.000-07:002007-07-04T03:57:07.139-07:00Nutzpropellerphylo-dendronquasicommovachequirit<br />ClustersZipperbrainContainer MobilfeunScreenRadiationraptors Bloethe,Fwietzsche,Mescartes52,Zegel und<br />Schwung,Ariêrstotaloss,FlatO,Confisutuurius,Freudémodé and Can't and Kriekeguards in FundaMinaRed and Twin Towers Pin Ups Death- Penalties and Sentences<br />Law'n Orders Claw'n Borders<br />for<br />O3,14um papavertigovermin and Columbiapolioconomics Colombinian High Weapon Law Schools<br />Psycho Preach Teach Bleach teeth and eye for 'n eye<br />Cheese while devoring a cheek to cheek<br />B-52 flew over El Mundo cuckoo's nest<br />and it's ouranium ,youranium,ouranium,yourani...ourrrr....<br />Mediocrûbermensch ornamental quatstsjing curtailing cocktailing ûbermanuring<br />without speedlimit who has taken what to where;when ,how,WHY and because of WHAT ? From "A" 'till ZET it there more but not to near<br />Sophistical Swoon Swooth Soot<br />Bwèèèèèèè,HumpaypalHumpapa,Falafeldara,<br />Travioliduciboemlala,Heilewitzkaboomkaboom<br /><br />Disformed Root of Surplus and Substitute show a smile as big as the Serengeti while behind steerwheel 109436190 in the trafficjam trying to light a candle while picking the pollution out of your nose put in the centre of a bounceballhead with handle<br />THERE'S ONE BIG,BIG RED LIGHT :THE SUN<br />READ YOUR DEMONIC DAILY MIRROR TODAY 52 THE TIMES<br />or<br />BUY THE INDEPENDENT<br />PUZZLE<br />CROSS WORDS(wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-8996791520581636611?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-43797886386260931432007-05-21T13:18:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:24:23.901-07:00November<br /> rain pouring down<br /> on Flowers of Lavender<br />and where do we go from here<br />Birds of Paradise,<br />soul tender<br />flying between the lines<br />singing out of rhyme<br />midst to much fuzzin' and fightin'<br />over possesion,religion,gender<br /><br />November<br /> rain pouring down<br />on Flowers of Lavender<br />Birds of Paradise,<br />soul tender<br /> in our words, days of smiles and nice deeds<br /> in our words,the harsh rains of hidden suffers & tears<br /> through all barricades of prejudgements and fears<br /> in a world of to much noise,pollution and concrete<br /> and 1001 reasons to make you bleed<br /><br />November<br />rain pouring down<br />on Flowers of Lavender<br />as if Earth<br />the only one to kneel for<br />wants all her Birds of Paradise to remember<br />to let their selfishness and greed fade away<br />and to leave their millions of reasons to rush behind<br /><br /> November<br /> rain pouring down<br />on Flowers of Lavender (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-4379788638626093143?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-38078028564668688172007-05-21T13:06:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:16:48.256-07:00Maria Dolores<br />my best girlfriend ever<br />when we walked the parcs and streets of town<br />no Bastille could keep you or me<br />from freedom to be<br /><br />While throughout history<br />for the sake of politics all ancestors had to flee<br />As we stood there on Puento Nuevo<br />while we knew Franco's dreadful legislacy<br />and all the captives thrown from that bridge<br />our grandmothers and mothers strong<br />always gentle voices singing in their hostile kitchens<br />from one country to another<br />creating always a warm home<br /><br /><br />our lives went on<br />whenever we met<br />periods of grief periods of glory<br />we walked the parcs and streets of town<br />no bastille could keep you or me<br />from freedom to be<br /><br />Last time I met you<br />and your sister Elisabethi<br />a Ronda sunshine day<br />Always the warmth from eye to eye<br />you looked better than ever before<br />and you replied with a bright smile ,<br />reminding me of the old spanish saying:<br />The older a good wine the better it gets<br /><br />Maria Dolores<br />your brother Ramon<br />bringing me a few weeks later the sad news<br />that you died<br />your corpse now leaving the country<br />back to Spain<br />buried in La Coruna<br />next to your 18 months old child;<br />after all these years still the memories<br />you are to me<br />moments precious mild<br /><br />Maria Dolores<br />my best girlfriend ever<br />when we walked the parcs and streets of life<br />the icons of the Templete de la Virgin de los Dolores say it all<br />No Bastille could keep you or me<br />from freedom to be (wosky(c))<br /><br /> poem dedicated to Maria Dolores Alcalde Ordonnez,my best girlfriend ever who died 1996 suddenly from braintumor at the age of 39,)Her parents leaving Spain fleeing of the Franco regime<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3807802856466868817?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-34633663577607569502007-05-21T13:02:00.000-07:002007-08-29T17:19:28.685-07:00Mirage Mirage<br />C'est moi<br />J'aime la sabotage<br />Je suis en dehors<br />Tous juste changement du décor<br />difficile,demeurent et mort<br />nuit un autre port<br /><br />Voile de brouillard<br />Et voilà,le contrebandier est là<br />Le crachoir attend le jour<br />Maintenant joie de vivre<br />On pogo le cha-cha-cha<br /><br />Mirage,Mirage<br />C'est moi<br />J'aime la sabotage<br />Avec mon oeuil de velours<br />Voyant loin et attentive<br />dans l'histoire politique satanique<br /><br />Mirage Mirage<br />C'est moi<br />J'aime la sabotage<br />immodeste et innocente<br />si je parle du mal qu' ai fais au monde<br />Ma bouche est plein de sang(wosky 1999(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-3463366357760756950?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138400009510700053.post-22970558275420690412007-05-21T12:54:00.000-07:002007-05-21T13:01:15.105-07:00A cat in a garden<br /> Chinese catfur !<br />to boil or not to boil<br />A toad jumping back to a pond<br />Chinese froglegs !<br /> to carbonize or not to carbonize<br /><br />Like raging bulls<br />guzzling through the china<br />on Planet China Shop<br /><br />Rhinoceros the Horn !<br />Tiger the Bone !<br /><br />Masonry Painfull Calculus Sheg<br />all sorts of SS-26 Stone<br />and Stoning Hail<br /><br />Planet Earth Home Alone<br />Planet Earth Only Home<br /><br />Empty Accu Mule Hator<br />999 footsteps on swampy soil<br /><br />A Standing Stone<br />in The Garden (wosky(c))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3138400009510700053-2297055827542069041?l=woskypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Woskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106992380611302871noreply@blogger.com