Als een ravijn een richting is
Rene van Densen 
Yes, drinking is stupid
don’t waste your breath.
What else am I gonna do,
breathe myself to death ?
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English poems
Somenow
There’s so many things I’m not
But I’m quite fine with that
And all the things I haven’t owned
Well, just forget about that
Millions of fine folks I haven’t met
Not sorry, it is what it is
And even more places that I haven’t seen
Yet there’s not even one that I’ll miss
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Conflatulations
(now here’s a drinking song for ya)
Like a song
from within
a belch crawls from my mouth
It may be rude
but better than
the alternative going South
For one, the smell
two, the sound, and
three, there is the risk
That your underwear
feels very warm
then suddenly, somewhat brisk.
Last resort
Do you
REALLY
think
there’s
ANYTHING
important
about the way
YOU
live ?
The fly
ATTEMPTED
to ask
the spider.
That type of day
Now don’t you worry, I’m really okay
I’ve just been having a type of a day
You know the day, you’ve had it as well
The kind of day that can just go to hell
It’s that certain day that starts just off mark
Like sudden drizzle on a picnic in the park
Not worthy of anger, or fury, or rage
More like cutting your finger while turning the page
And nothing goes quite right, but not wrong enough
To make you complain that times sure are tough
Sure, you can handle it, no trouble at all
Just all of the shit, combined, ruins it all
Forward
Holes in the path
behind me, craters
between footprints,
a scruffy ragged soul
barely standing while
the winds pluck bits
of yarn, pieces
that try to fly off
on their own,
yet leave together
forward ?
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BEARDED
Then there was the
bearded snowflake
who knew he would
die alone
In the vast ocean of
time, he had but a
limited purpose and
span
But melt he did not, nor
whisk or fall, but he
grew a beard and he
shone
While his kind fell on
tongues in the bliss that is,
he calmly decided to
outlive man.
Teacher
Now of course
they were all taught
to run
when they were children
So they did
one ran fast
another ran in panic
one didn’t run.
One by one
he provided
the leg-up
to get over the wall
And they ran on
There is true bravery
in staying behind
It’s the one thing
he couldn’t teach you.
Fight Club
The first rule of Fascism:
You must call it Freedom.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick