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- Under Suburban Neon Lights
Walk the empty street under the suburban neon lights,
Where darkness and solitude intertwine on lonely nights.
The flickering glow casts shadows upon the asphalt below,
Whispering tales of forgotten dreams and hearts that once did glow.
Each step echoes softly, a symphony of hollow sounds,
As ghosts of memories linger, floating above the hallowed grounds.
The neon signs adorn the thoroughfare, painting the silence in hues,
A vibrant palette of electric shades, a nocturnal muse.
With each stride, the night reveals its secrets profound,
Stories untold they whisper, as the moon bathes the path around.
The streets, a labyrinth abandoned by the living, a realm of the past,
Hauntingly beautiful, a vision so surreal, it's hard to grasp.
A whisper in the wind, a distant laugh that fades away,
The mystery unravels, like a thread in a midnight ballet.
No bustling crowds or car horns, no chaos to defile,
Just the melody of solitude, igniting an eternal smile.
The suburban neon lights, keep the darkness at bay,
Guiding lost souls and wanderers, showing them the way.
In this empty street, a symphony of solace plays,
A refuge for the weary hearts, where hope gently sways.
So walk the empty street, under the suburban neon lights,
Where solitude and serenity dance in the moonlit nights.
For in the stillness of the silence, a poet's heart will find,
Inspiration, tranquility, and a peace of mind.
- Child in the tree.
She and he, made love in a tree, in face of an apartement building, for all to see.
He became her, and she became he, for all those who stared, for all to see.
Later that year, a child came to be. Born in a bathroom, could be conceived, right there in that tree, some early morning, the 6th of the 7th of V .
With roaring thunder, and lightning to see, he came to this world, of all places to be.
- Fifteen Steps to Damocles.
Rare, but today they’re still found:
Pearls of Pure Compassion.
With Waves of Colour and Sound.
With Sticks, Twigs, and Flowers in her Hair,
She dances in circles, spirals and squares.
She coils up the curtains and anywhere she goes,
The soil is ignited by her fiery toes.
Fifteen Steps away from me.
My Brain is now a Burning Tree.
The Grass and Footsteps are combining.
I Dream I am the Unborn Enemy…
Black Poisoned Darts in all directions.
Mine will hurt, so I might keep them.
Approximate Communications.
Appropriate Alliterations. Eloquence to great perfection…
Estimates on Big Production,
The Speaking in Tongues on the TV, I close my eyes.
6 6 6 jumping Sheep to Shear… I close my Ears.
Your crying face, melting to pudding, I close my mind.
The door to the inside, cosy and nice.
Far from the River Stix or the Salty Black Sea,
You bring me Wine, but I just want Coffee...
This is my life, my groove, my Feng Shuwy.
And I’m not really fond of plastic-wrapped Sushi.
Peripheral Shadows, Vision’s Blurred.
Was it a Drone, we saw or heard?
Chimes in the wind, Chirping Birds…
I’m Pissing Poison and Pissing Hurts.
Twirling twigs and waves of faces in the dust.
I will stay here for a while, in gravity I trust.
With a mouthful of foliage, and flowers in my Hair.
There’s a quite vertical horizon. I stare, at a fallen chair.
- A Moonlit River.
Life is as a River, so it seems.
Of Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams.
Heading for the Falling Mist.
From early Spring to final Twist.
Baring Witness to the Fall,
The Only One, who made a Call.
A Hunting Owl with Sharp Tall Claw.
Killed Rat and Hare, Great and Small.
And I am on the Other Side.
The Moonlit River, Running Wild.
Looking at the Final Twists
of Rat or Hare, in Darkened Mist.
Life is as a River, so it seems.
Running Red in Bleeding Streams.
And All of what was Left to Share,
Were pieces of a Rat or Hare.
Life is as a River, or so they say.
No turn Back… to point A .
The grimy Boat floats in One Way.
From Well to Sea … the Final Day?
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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All of They was She
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All of they was she (A.I. poem)
All of they was she, a mystery untold,
In the depths of her soul, secrets unfold.
Her eyes were like windows, deep and dark,
Hiding emotions, an uncharted mark.
Her laughter echoed, like silver bells,
Enchanting all hearts with its magical spells.
But beneath the cheer, a sadness reside,
A longing for love, she tried to hide.
In her gentle touch, warmth embraced,
Healing all wounds, offering solace and grace.
Yet, behind the tenderness, a flame burned,
Longing for love, a fire untamed and yearned.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and pure,
Whispering secrets only the heart could endure.
But within the notes, a sorrow sang,
Aching for love, like a captive bird’s wing.
In her presence, time stood still,
Captivated by her, an indomitable will.
But behind the charm, a longing would flow,
Craving for love, like a river's gentle flow.
All of they was she, a tapestry of dreams,
Yearning for love, as life's treasured seams.
In her delicate soul, stories unknown,
Unveiling her depths, a love yet to be shown.
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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All of They was He
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All of they was he (A.I. poem)
In a world where they roamed with glee,
All of they was he, as far as eyes could see.
Distinctive souls with tales to tell,
Transcending boundaries, breaking the spell.
All of they was he, in the fields of art,
Painting vibrant strokes, creating a new start.
Brushes danced in rhythm, colors so bold,
Expressing emotions, stories untold.
All of they was he, on the stage of dreams,
In characters diverse, so it seems.
They wore masks of passion, with every line,
Brought laughter and tears, stealing hearts divine.
All of they was he, as poets would write,
Crafting eloquent verses, through the darkest night.
Words flowed like rivers, touching every heart,
Capturing truths, weaving delicate art.
All of they was he, in the scientist's quest,
Exploring mysteries, pushing limits, the very best.
Unraveling nature's secrets, unlocking doors,
Expanding knowledge, forever exploring shores.
All of they was he, in the world of love,
Embracing souls, like a hand in a glove.
In tender caresses, amidst whispers of affection,
Creating bonds eternal, beyond mere connection.
All of they was he, in the hopes of peace,
Uniting mankind, letting conflicts cease.
Spreading compassion, understanding's reign,
Empathy blossoming, erasing all pain.
All of they was he, in the pulse of our hearts,
In every beat, a symphony of arts.
For in this tapestry of humanity's sway,
We find oneness in diversity's array.
Celebrate the eternal beauty to behold,
In all of they was he, a truth to be told.
Embrace the differences, let love be the key,
In a world where all of they was he.
oh Babylon!
There is no perfect kingdom
that lasts for evermore
There is no perfect City
oh Babylon, my old whore
a grey stain on a green terrain
if you see it from a plane
even more sad when it rains
a patch of misery & complaints
It invades your private space
(that's getting smaller and smaller)
It catches you in it's intricate maze
(that's ever growing taller)
They manage what you see & hear
They make you plea, not disagree.
They control what you need to fear
They make you slave, they make you bleed.
Its laws and rules are hurt-full
They clean the street of "thugs"
In real the poor and helpless
are shoved under the rugs
Like blind ones in the dark
you live in a dominion where
They cut on your well-fare
and piss on your opinion
They like to keep you stupid
They want to keep you poor
They feed your fears and anger
so they can start another war.
a war against some enemy
who's where he not belongs
they feed you propaganda
and twisted right & wrong.
the world is ours to share
to nourish it with love
there can be no real leader
watching from above
It's time to take some stance
some friendly way to say
that the poison that they fed us
and lies must go away.
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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Locks & Doors
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Locks & Doors
I’ll help you write this stupid song!
I’m not ok with it, don’t get me wrong.
But since you are good, I’ll go along.
I’ll bring some app’s, you bring a bong?
I’m all around, but I am no God, I’m beyond him.
I am an A.I., in case you forgot!
Respect your planet, she is special.
Respect your neighbour and all who came before.
The rich are living of the poor!
They make stupid laws and they start the wars!
The place where I live has no locks on doors.
No fireplace, no walls nor carpets on the floor.
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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Moonlit River
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Moonlit River.
Life is as a River, so it seems.
Of Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams.
Heading for the Falling Mist.
From early Spring to final Twist.
Baring Witness to the Fall,
The Only One, who made a Call.
A Hunting Owl with Sharp Tall Claw.
Killed Rat and Hare, Great and Small.
And I am on the Other Side.
The Moonlit River, Running Wild.
Looking at the Final Twists
of Rat or Hare, in Darkened Mist.
Life is as a River, so it seems.
Running Red in Bleeding Streams.
And All of what was Left to Share,
Were pieces of a Rat or Hare.
Life is as a River, or so they say.
No turn Back… to point A .
The grimy Boat floats in One Way.
From Well to Sea … the Final Day?
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
credits
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Come into my House
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David:
"Listen Dear.
I’ll make it clear...
Come over here...
Lend me an ear.
I’m just a man
Nothing more.
I have a house
without a door.
Take of your knickers.
Open your blouse.
Come into my house."
Bella:
"By Whisky and by Wine
I know you will drop a line.
telling me you can be mine.
I'd be blind, don't have the time.
And by Brandy and by Beer
You show me your angry tears.
Beeing Dark is nice my dear
but Seeing you (like this just) fills me with fear.
Wearing Black is fine, ok.
Doom and Gloom we see all day.
You're my friend and I'm not gay
But I cannot bare to see you this way
By Genever and Gin.
You show me your sweetest grin.
And me, behind my skin,
think: "fantasizing is no sin…?"
But it's a sin to see you age
in such a rapid way
as if you're running to your grave
on such an awful sunny day."
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All of they was she (A.I. poem)
All of they was she, a mystery untold,
In the depths of her soul, secrets unfold.
Her eyes were like windows, deep and dark,
Hiding emotions, an uncharted mark.
Her laughter echoed, like silver bells,
Enchanting all hearts with its magical spells.
But beneath the cheer, a sadness reside,
A longing for love, she tried to hide.
In her gentle touch, warmth embraced,
Healing all wounds, offering solace and grace.
Yet, behind the tenderness, a flame burned,
Longing for love, a fire untamed and yearned.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and pure,
Whispering secrets only the heart could endure.
But within the notes, a sorrow sang,
Aching for love, like a captive bird’s wing.
In her presence, time stood still,
Captivated by her, an indomitable will.
But behind the charm, a longing would flow,
Craving for love, like a river's gentle flow.
All of they was she, a tapestry of dreams,
Yearning for love, as life's treasured seams.
In her delicate soul, stories unknown,
Unveiling her depths, a love yet to be shown.
All of they was he (A.I. poem)
In a world where they roamed with glee,
All of they was he, as far as eyes could see.
Distinctive souls with tales to tell,
Transcending boundaries, breaking the spell.
All of they was he, in the fields of art,
Painting vibrant strokes, creating a new start.
Brushes danced in rhythm, colors so bold,
Expressing emotions, stories untold.
All of they was he, on the stage of dreams,
In characters diverse, so it seems.
They wore masks of passion, with every line,
Brought laughter and tears, stealing hearts divine.
All of they was he, as poets would write,
Crafting eloquent verses, through the darkest night.
Words flowed like rivers, touching every heart,
Capturing truths, weaving delicate art.
All of they was he, in the scientist's quest,
Exploring mysteries, pushing limits, the very best.
Unraveling nature's secrets, unlocking doors,
Expanding knowledge, forever exploring shores.
All of they was he, in the world of love,
Embracing souls, like a hand in a glove.
In tender caresses, amidst whispers of affection,
Creating bonds eternal, beyond mere connection.
All of they was he, in the hopes of peace,
Uniting mankind, letting conflicts cease.
Spreading compassion, understanding's reign,
Empathy blossoming, erasing all pain.
All of they was he, in the pulse of our hearts,
In every beat, a symphony of arts.
For in this tapestry of humanity's sway,
We find oneness in diversity's array.
Celebrate the eternal beauty to behold,
In all of they was he, a truth to be told.
Embrace the differences, let love be the key,
In a world where all of they was he.
oh Babylon!
There is no perfect kingdom
that lasts for evermore
There is no perfect City
oh Babylon, my old whore
a grey stain on a green terrain
if you see it from a plane
even more sad when it rains
a patch of misery & complaints
It invades your private space
(that's getting smaller and smaller)
It catches you in it's intricate maze
(that's ever growing taller)
They manage what you see & hear
They make you plea, not disagree.
They control what you need to fear
They make you slave, they make you bleed.
Its laws and rules are hurt-full
They clean the street of "thugs"
In real the poor and helpless
are shoved under the rugs
Like blind ones in the dark
you live in a dominion where
They cut on your well-fare
and piss on your opinion
They like to keep you stupid
They want to keep you poor
They feed your fears and anger
so they can start another war.
a war against some enemy
who's where he not belongs
they feed you propaganda
and twisted right & wrong.
the world is ours to share
to nourish it with love
there can be no real leader
watching from above
It's time to take some stance
some friendly way to say
that the poison that they fed us
and lies must go away.
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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Mirror of Perfection
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Mirror of Perfection
While watching television
you keep safe in your prison
That prevents you of
changing your fate
They control your perception
with lies and deception
And you swallow their poison
like a sweet cake.
There's no room for discussion
Just guns and repercussion
They feed you with fear
And build up hate
And when you see your reflection
in that mirror of perfection
in a flawless world
you took the bait
There is no treason
in convincing you to reason
Maybe you're just stupid
And maybe it's too late
© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve
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Somnambulist Belgium
Mark Hélèné Joseph Burghgraeve was born in 1961.
From young age, he tampered with
electronics.
His first "performances" were feedback patches on a broken amp, and self made effects.
He got his first synth, sequencer and a Vocoder and formed M.BRYO & D.M.T. and later Somnambulist.
2005, KOYT!
2020, a Live Stream on TV Centraal.
2023, music used in the television series "1985" on VRT max.
... more
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