
Even down here
I get dizzy
looking up
from the hight

Even down here
I get dizzy
looking up
from the hight

Do I tell you
I sometimes wonder
what is wrong with what you see
the situation
you are aware
can be explained
but also
in different ways
and there is no perspective
or a place for opinion
the truth is there
in a real world
and not between us

I see them sometimes while I walk through the city
they give me an urge to climb
a fear of falling
and the strange feeling
of the moment just before I hit
the ground
I am happy that I am not aloud
near them

I recognize that shape from the past
it looks like stairs going up
but I am fooled before
and wonder if I ever
should even go there
The former Dutch prime minister is now the boss of NATO. He is warning everyone that we have to prepare for the next war. He is doing that because the warmongers in Washington told him to. Russia is doing the same, and China has joined the party too. I am pretty sure that most people don’t want war, especially not the one these so-called world leaders wish for, because the next war will probably cost half a billion people their lives. We, as outsiders, can do very little because a couple of thousand people, at most, decide our destiny. In the USA, there is a democracy, Russia has a strong leader and a very weak democracy, and China is a dictatorship. It does not really matter what kind of government there is; in the end, a handful of people always decide the destiny of the rest. It is frustrating, and it can make you angry. As an Anarchist, I just hope that in the distant future, we all live in small communities, so small that even if one produces a little dictator, he or she could do little harm to the communities around him let alone the world.
Governments are hiding places for people who wanna play Risk with real people; we are and always will be children, only our toys change. I never took any active part in our so-called democracy and hope no one does in the future.

My feet know how to walk the stairs
up and down
when it is light
or in the darkness
only when I think about it
I will stumble
I also know how to live
going up or down
when in the light
or darkness
only when I think about it
I will stumble

I looked up
between all the buildings
in a corner
I saw your windows reflection
colored by what reflected it
I thought about going up
but I lost sight of it
when I moved on

I am not too far away
from where I walk
but I don’t really see
where I go
I am listening to myself again
whining about the same
spending all this time with me
with habits I don’t like
that fit me so well
so strange
I walk on
knowing that my feet will land
without knowing

We often see the outside
of what is the same
we are evolved to be scared
of the unfamiliar
a difference triggers
your upbringing reacts

I build myself
a house with no doors
it is only the sky
what I can see
staring at the dark expanse
at night
is my forwards
my door

It is so clear to me
that what is clear to you
might not be clear to me
is that clear to you
because that is not clear to me

Is it possible that we are a mere caricature
of our possibilities

To get into you
I have to push buttons
far away from the entrance
I wonder what that is about

Today
my thoughts were trapt
inside me
I had to live with them

I saw you hiding
in yourself
I saw no lock
from the outside
or handle
to try
maybe your open
or locked from the inside
I will never know

There is so much color in the city
but in my mind
looking back
I see grey
except
when I met you
my wall
standing still in front of you
I do remember
your color

I watched a documentary about organized warfare’s origins the other day. There was not much news, but it got me thinking about it again. We have a cat, and when she meets another cat, she would often sit down and observe, or the other cat would act aggressively and she run away, or when she felt she had a chance, she would act aggressively back. It is a wordless, instinctive reaction from an animal to a situation, something we often also do. The documentary distinguished between organized warfare or a fight between two groups of people who don’t know each other but meet on contested land and organized warfare. For this last one, you need a more sophisticated language to organize a clearer hierarchy and streamline these aggressive feelings towards the other (who you don’t know and just met) in a better way. The first, much older group lived thousands of years before a recognizable language existed. These early humans communicated more sophisticatedly than other animals, but no one had yet written a thesis on the art of war. It was only around 5 thousand years ago that we see the first thoughts about life and war written down; since then, some people have spent their lives thinking about it. But we are all still animals, and it is hard to deny that most people don’t read a book about philosophy or are otherwise critical of what we are capable of as humans and never wonder why and how we can think. I suspect that most people are like our cat; we are not aggressive per se but also are not in control of our reactions when meeting another cat or, in our case, another human. We are also conditioned by nature, like the cat. The only difference is that we can think about it after the fact…of our reaction.