Alter ego


sunken idols

The moments i captured are the birds that flew away

the promises i gave are the sins of today

the houses i lived in are the prisons of my past

the faces i remember are some stranger’s cast

the smiles i showed are the nightmares i hided

the lies i told are the paradise i landed

the kisses i gave are the fights i lost

the laughs i shared are my secret ghost

the paths i crossed are the dreams i swept

the words i spoke are the secrets i kept

the love i received are the friendships i failed

the lands i ploughed are the oceans i sailed

the obsessions i buried are the monotony i am in

the passions i owned are the scarecrows i’ve seen

the fears i tamed are the reasons i cried

the mornings i got up are the nights i died

the moments i am here are the ones i am away

the words i dislike are the ones i say

the life i live is a song from the past

the melodies i sing will not last

Lonesome drifter

black-dressed feelings

I do not know where i belong, i do not know what i did wrong

I am just a lonesome drifter

I turn off the streetlights and i go to bed

I wake up from the crying voices of the sun

I grind my knifes, traffic light is red

I kill my fabricated fears and i run

I ignore the echoes of the days i missed

I sink into the concrete of my mind

I jump and hide myself inside the mist

I stab all the shadows i can find

I lift my ghosts up in the empty sky

I smell the breath of despair

I ask myself why

I guide myself where

I tumble like a barrel down the hill

I put my consciousness in a wheelchair

I feed my handicapped spirit that is still ill

I swallow my voice and i scream this is not fair

I smell the misery leaking from the walls

I hear the cracking of the window panes

I eavesdrop the minds of the evil dolls

I exorcise past memories and pains

I listen to the sound of the bleeding iron rods

I sit on the black velvet armchair

I touch the flesh of the legendary gods

I close my eyes and i do not care

I do not know what i feel, i do not know what is real

I am just a lonesome drifter

Sail away

 white-winged ship

white-winged dreams

Flapping waves of consciousness inside my head

This perpetual wandering will never end

Seagulls digging their beaks deep inside the sand

The memories I buried are still mad

Swarms of swallows knitting patterns in the sky

Ignorance and innocence entwined inside a lie

Crawling lizards biting my brain

My lungs are rotting under the pouring rain

Voices of insanity kidnapping my dreams

Rusty handcuffs securing my sins

Thorns of wildflowers scratching my desire

Bleeding lust and evil fire

Lilliputian stars dancing on my eyelashes

My smile cracks and my face blushes

Bruised memories left aside

Shrunken idols stand by my side

My heart is running across the coast

Abandoned by love is now lost

Black sky and white moon

My eyes will close soon

Real soon


fragmented idols

scheming enigmas

Their thoughts like symplegades of fear and lust

clashing with each other for the pain to last

And their wide- open eyes with no sight

reluctant to see their light

And their squeezed fists with no dare

unable to fight for all they share

And their lungs high as the sky, blue

with no window to fly through

And their lips zipped with a threat

bleeding from cowardice and regret

And their hearts like cenotaphs of neglected desires

burying passions with their fires

And their brains like melting pots

boiling curses and evil plots

And their veins like rotten roots

fresh- cut grass downtrodden by iron boots

And their mind hacked by a ranger

spreading viruses of danger

And their souls like fireworks of despair

empty graves with no air

And their mouths like hurricanes of spit

twisting words with shit

And their faces like the mirrors of hell

hiding all that they could tell

Lonesome happiness

wasted bliss

wasted bliss

One- eyed thoughts barefoot in the wastelands of your mind

Lance- shaped ignorance foretelling you are blind

Locked fears in the prisons of your enslaved brain

Wet eyelashes singing in the muddy rain

Elephant trunks carrying you across the water

Pine needles injecting you with poisonous laughter

Dethroned pride incubating shame

Bleeding flesh raped by dissonant fame

Tree fingers subjugating your mystic kiss

Swallowed hook by an impatient fish

Dark waters mirroring your cheap mask

Sweet wind mourning your barbed past

Echoes of cursed voices undressing your heart

Lonesome happiness is all that you can bark


skeptical figures

sceptical figures

I met people with beautiful and ugly faces,

people coming from all sorts of places

I met people with big mouths and sealed souls

And people with the talent to multiply their roles

I met people with iron fists made of childhood fears

And people panoplied with coward ears

I met people who wanted to run away

And people who searched and found their way

I met people with dreams that knocked them out

And people with lies that bailed them out

I met people drowned in their boggy land

And people lost in their paradise yard

I met people with crazy mothers alive

And people with wise fathers buried in land

I met people with naked hearts crying from cold

And people with warm eyes that remained unsold

I met people empty of desire

And people jealous of what they admire

I met people with bad lovers that failed them

And people whose selfishness trained them

I met people with guts and determination

And people whose shelter became their handicapped nation

I met people who would judge before they knew

And people who would question and go through

I met people I never understood

No matter if I did all I could

I met people I loved no matter what I said

And people I wish I would had never met

False lovers

fighting souls

fighting souls

Without compass inside a handmade city

The skin you live in tears you apart with no pity

You rent kinky spectacle for curing your childhood trauma

You are the heartbroken servant of your inherited karma

You let the python of your generation swallow your soul

You bang your head once or twice against the wall

Your heart gives a leap when you hear her sexy voice

She is calling you, she is haunting you, it’s not anymore your choice

She is soft and warm like candy watering your mouth

Sparkling and shimmering like white magic from the south

A white widow building her web around your eyes

An ephemeral sunshine melting your polar ice

Your pockets are empty and your dignity is sold

Your magic elixir is running out, you are cold

Your heart is barefoot in the forest of horrors

Your face is a canvas of mixed-up colours

You are lost in the dyne of freezing motion

She gives you her hand, she brings back the emotion

You are together again, you can fly

You can take her in your arms and you can lie

You are lovers of apathy and fear

Heroin is all you chose to have my dear

And you are gone once again

Far from here, in your world

Ride for life


five senses

For the wild flowers dressing up the backbones of the velvet valleys

And the wooden houses breathing up the hills in arrays

For the lonely roots carving the paths to the woods

And the tasty goods changing the health of your moods

For the golden noons colouring the curvy clouds

And the thirsty adventurers making their greedy rounds

For the blessing gestures made by a flying bee

And the bleeding sunsets drowning deep inside the sea

For the secret lyrics written with the tempo of the pouring rain

And the hidden compositions made out of the sound of the leaving train

For the white magic in the morning light

And the eternal mystery caressing your innocent sight

For the peace in your volcanic heartbeats

And the passion in your intrusive hoofbeats

Life has the meaning you give it

Ride across the line and live it

I am on my way

with the past behind and the future ahead

with the past behind and the future ahead

It all started with my stimulating boredom.

In Athens- chaos and innocence entwined, in Munich- all preppy and fixed, with a lot of strange feelings and confusion smashed inside my fist.

Oh dear! Rubbing along and against, pushed back and forth i finally made my way til here.

It was a long way passing from west and east, crossroads where i refueled my melancholy and trained my beast.

In Tilburg- wild naked nature and good will, foggy student mornings calm and still. The flatland of static motion and winter wind of blossom. All the thorny splinters blown away. I am on my way.

In Manchester- post-industrial depression disguised in pop melodies of urban tales. Cloudy minds and rainy hearts craving for stylish gales. I am on my way.

In Tallinn- quirky abandoned past negotiating with a challenging present squat for an experimental future wasteland. Scary nostalgia wrapping its medieval flesh, blurry boldness extinguishing its sharp post-soviet nest. I am on my way.

And now in Brussels- an all white sky embracing its many fears, plain quaintness and easy kindness but also hidden ears. A melody that is echoing in every corner of the slum but is only heard by some. I am on my way.

Gifted or cursed, we all run, it is a civilised scum or a bright promising sun ?

I still want to run, adventure is my own sun, this is all i wanna become !

I am on my way.

Hymn to the city

cross the line, fly away

cross the line, fly away

It is wider than you think

With its loose playfulness unfolding like frou frou ribbons in the sky

With its rainbow disco lights fondling the hidden encounter’s eye

It is wilder than you think

With its ghetto fists breathing anger in their lungs

With its street fights taming the stranger’s guts

It is darker than you think

With its shadows crashing down the light of your brain

With its acid sun drops fighting the spirit of the rain

It is falser than you think

With its enthroned spectacle running over its vacant paths

With its nicked beauty dressing its naked hands

It is sadder than you think

With its kids screaming for love and attention

With its seeds rotting from lack of affection

It is crueler than you think

With its shrunken fingers pulling the strings of your deepest pains

With its greedy smiles burying the melodies of your secret games

She is a sadist massaging your crying wounds

You are a masochist watering your rotten roots

She is the substance of your galloping imagination

You are addicted to the opium of your nation

She is the antidote for your broken wings

You are trapped in the magic of your firing strings

She is the revenge of your silent quest

You are cursed to follow her request

She is the holocaust of your blessed desire

You are convicted for all that you admire

She is the prison of your fragile heart

You are the prisoner of her anonymous art

Welcome back home

The city is your home