My Castle

This is my castle

And I'm the DJ

This is my castle

And I'm the DJ

The rhythm

The rhythm

Of the source

Da rhythm

Eternal symfonies

Out of time

Out of body

Into the soul

I have a voucher

For love

A voucher 

For love

And when I bite

There's no withdrawal

This is my hegemony

I give in

We celebrate the bitter moon

The marriage as a plot

We don't fight the fate

We accept the score

This is my castle

And I'm the DJ

This is my castle

And I'm the DJ

© GdJ

Narcistic Dictators

Marcos and Imelda

The blind and the deaf

Bikers on a tandem

Tourists on a lonely island

I was drugged in Manilla

To get me walking

The 'March Against Drugs'

I felt like Diego Maradona

A sinner-saint

Protector of the poor

Then the great dictator came

And killed the march

Watch Imelda buy her shoes

Watch grumpy Marcos scream against TV

He's not learning he only communicates

With his tender following

"Why don't you watch?"

You've got to watch!

(Because I watch)

Then locked in cuffs

You have to watch

You MUST watch

While after a quarter

He fell asleep

Then you break the chains

While Marcos dreams

Of old successes

Or political junta

Whatever you bind on earth

Will be bound in heaven

Whatever you loose on earth

Will be loosed in heaven

But yeah a dictator

Is always better than a bad politician

At least it wasn't his fault

He had no dad

He doesn't know what confirmation is

And in the end you don't need one

Meanwhile Imelda's in fears

Overcoming her neurosis

It's gotta stop

Someone has got to give in

Or needs to go towards the middle

Of a dying earth

© GdJ

Our Dearest One

In the absolute world, 1 + 1 = 1 and 1 - 1 = 1 too. So we try to touch the finger of God on the heights of Gerazzim. 

But it was at Sinaï that the mountain was one raging sea of fire that reached high at the heavens, with darkness and blackened clouds. From the fire, it was God that spoke with only His voice. No silhouet. Zerstören Sie die Gestalt! Or you will be wrecked 💀💀💀

His message, as in heaven, as on earth: there is no Other one! "I am the only one". The one and only. The one and lonely? Perhaps.

Human lives from all what's coming out of God's mouth. Can you imagine this great crater of love, speaking as a ventriloquist. It's our quest to climb up to His words. The logic of God is in no way the same as the logic of the world. There's no human reputation in His view, nor prestige and privilege. Only chastisising sacrilege. 

But who is he then that would not weep? A trusted fellow. Maybe a saint. Because at the end of the world there will be weeping and grinding of teeth, in the beloved oven of fire. Pains of unbalance will resound. Frustrations that come forth out of the philosophy of nothingness. All will reach His ear like a far mumbling out of the void. And back. Save yourself from this degenerate gender. Do not drink of the ocean of poison and sicken yourself with material pains. Or the stone plates of virtue will be smashed again into pieces before your eyes of sin. In the desert of Sinaï. Not the desert of Sin, that's where Mozes was unfaithful.

Learn to obey and serve the One who comes down from the real clouds. But God is a jealous ruler, in His own words. No need for flames on Sunday. Working means death. Ay ay ay farmers of today! Wear an oracle bag for Godly vision. And thy shall know where to find the way to freedom.

© GdJ

Gang of '87

☞ I got the gang after me. For 50 kilometers. I was in the back of the car in the South of France. We were returning to the place in the North where our HQ is. 02h14. No lights on this road, only the strong headlamps of the followers. One fusillade of the Zastava and it was over. The dark had come. But the unscrupulous kept me in. Why? It's only when you see God's face that you can't stay alive! A matter of loyalty... I don't need a book to describe that. ☜

© GdJ

Verbroedering

De duivenmelker zendt 

Zijn grijze prijsduif in de lucht

Op zoek naar die andere

Enige witte duif uit de hemel

Hij wil de grootste prijs wegkapen

Niet de GP Châteauroux

Hij wil de vlucht kruisen

Van Gods Helper

Thuis het eeuwige liedje

Klagen, klagen als een kind

Maar geen begrip

Als ze erom vraagt

Halve narcist met een twist

En straks in de kist

Zoals ons allemaal

Een haperend verhaal

Stuur de duif op weg

Zei de masochiste

Ik wil verbroedering

Met Gods vleugels

De melkboer al een tijdje dood

Zijn prijsduif verkocht

Aan zoekende Taiwanezen

Het kot staat er nog

Met vreemde werktuigen

Vlieg je niet ver

Net een pijnzaal

Van een dronken sadist

Ik zie het schilderij en de snoepjes

De grabbelende kinderen

Weet je hoe het ooit was?

Slechts één bleef er over

Eén is genoeg

Om voor te leven

Om de vrede te wensen

Aan wijfelende zielen

© GdJ

Day of the Dead Flies II

At full moon where the shadow of the shanty tower ends, there lays... a nest of dead flies to come alive at daylight...

In your daydreams...

It attacks the tower of doves in the cold autumnal village

The tower of strenght is now in danger

The village's scepter is buried there

Let us rebuild the past, the leader says

While he tries to find his mirror image

By fooling the people with politics

The flies will eat from his sores until he gives up the hunt for whores...

But at twelve we shall connect the darkness with the moonlight

Enlighten the night's eyes

In a howling prayer to God

Who will decide between sides

The power's at stake 

In this thriller night

The old seer has prophecied

The flies are the sign, he has warned

No one shall come out at night

But the warriors of night time,

The shreeking bats, will circle around the tower

He who digs there is worthy of power

At full moon where the shadow of the shanty tower ends

There is the king of dead flies

The herdsman of church prayers

The exterminator of false shadows

Before calmth returns to it all

Now I always see them flies

Every time I cry

In every garden hole

I watch trolls

I see flies on their back

That's how herds attack

It's a mental omen 

They rip the flesh, the women

Angry liberal voices

Conscience surrounded choices

This is the day to die!

Of eating the mental flies

Soon it's over for them too

They don't see anything

Out of their dark, round

Hollow zombie fly eyes

Their life has come to an end

Ours begins now

And swaying they move towards

The ridge of your empty eyes

And where your mouth was

At my hidden mansard

Close to the temple of bliss

The power of universe

Some salute the souvenir

But we don't mind

The time is near

To parade into the silent sun

© GdJ

Doberan

I go to Doberan

To find some peace of mind

To drink good wine

In the summer time

It's the scent of peace

The love of kind

The human warmth

With no beastly underworld tank

It's a troubadour's dream

A poet's restlessness dissolution

A theatre company's fairytale

And a seaman's oyster

Yet the sea is calm

When the horses run for money

And the casino's in debt

To some gambler's miracle

I go to Doberan

To find some peace of mind

To drink good wine

In the summer time

I stay there with you

In the grand hotel

In heaven on earth

Besides the sand dunes

Yet there is trouble ahead

We feel the war-mongering allies

In this cold cold war

That has been warmed up

No rockets at sea

But across and in the buildings on the land

We walk some miles

And see them fly in our minds

The child on the cover watches in fear

Or dies without remorse

There's no humanity anymore

When power thirst's in play

It started in the old times

When weapons became a trade

Now it's another time

They kill with computers

Let's take some time out to forget

How things can enroll

And live by the sea

Instead of dying

© GdJ

Extractor

I got invaded last night

Or was it my fright?

Being shadowed by an extractor guide

Me and my subconscious might...

They stole my story

Of well-behaved crook

Noting what I took

From God and his crew

This desperate plight

Every middle of the night

Could now be officially

A glorious circus fight

Between my vision of the past

That will for ever last

And the inherited thoughts

And noises of my own cast

It's a game of association

A connection of minds

That don't belong there

Because someone broke in

Does it help

To pay?

Does it work away

The guilt

It's not my idea

To wake up early

It's a gathering of spheres

Some wrong intent

It got me off the hook

I try to turn off the phone

And let only Him in

For the rest of it

© GdJ

Verbijstering Aan Het Koude Front

Verbijstering sluipt door de rangen

Aan het koude front

Een muts is dichtgeplakt met sneeuw

Eronder een niet-bewegende jongeman

De gewoonte aan oorlog sluipt ook

In de rangen van ons doodgewone kijkers

Sommigen zijn zo ver heen

Dat ze er een spel in zien

Snel begraven dan maar?

Zoals zovele Russische soldaten

Of Oekraïnse verzetsstrijders

Laat het doen door politici!

Zij hebben dit gewild

"No exit", heet het dan

Ieder neemt zijn toren in

Of zijn schuilkelder

Baarden van maanden oud

Slepen overlevers achter zich aan

En ernstige trauma's der verschrikking

Het lot heet wreed te zijn

Wie nog gelooft in bidden

Lijkt stand te houden

De witte duiven zijn zeldzaam

Want er staan geen elektriciteitspalen meer recht

RECHT? xxx

© GdJ

Burn Matottes

Drunkaholics are old-fashion

See society decay

In the number of crime series

Dark patterns rule a virtual world. 

Witchcraft will destroy your mirrors

It kills your ego so be glad

The ego alert is ever so needed

In this conflict war zone

The angel of death is sin

The love for the other is holy

The love of truth is uneasy

Caritas veritatis is in danger

But Tyson Fury fights ahead

The ego clash never outdated

Ali saw butterflies instead

The survival of night fables 

Once you wake up out of it

You find yourself living

In a world full of hybrids

The robot future is now present

So program the heating at 100

The doors interiorly locked

You'll get banal murder houses

Like we had horror movies

It was on the hill Mozes stood

For fear of the everlasting One

Now we've fallen off

Sending us back into the elves' bench

We need to fertilize our grounds again

Making the living earth greener

Growing turkey tails out of rotten wood

Heal the planet's industrial sores

Strangle every libertinian dream

As disappearing boats in the mist

Otherwise we'll be doomed forever

In the apocalypse of John

Around the broken pieces

Of shattered cosmic waste

That was once the place

Where the butcher burned witches' matottes

© GdJ

Valley Of Bones

The valley of bones,

Needles and stones

Isotone reaction zones

Poisoned insect tones

The valley of shadows

Dreaming of the undead

Kneeling for the wrong kind

Hiding for loveless lead

There's an altar there

But it leads to nowhere

A church hidden well

Where the sun never fell

In search for light

In a dried-up, cold river bed

It freezes you to death

Running with a blocked head

It takes decennia

To free the mind

No one needs black tar inside

Scrub it off of your skin

If you get lighter

The thunder comes closer

The lightning strikes twice

Under a darkened moon

In the valley you can't evade

The preying mosquitos

The roaring, rattling spells

The piercing mental commands

The ranting shoutings

The signs of impotency

Energetic garbage of the rest

Until you're out

Stay out 

The dampening swamp gasses

Of the old world

But don't embrace hybrid cells

They're unpredictable

Just like driverless cars

And sports warriors with inbuilt chips

Ruled by war game fanats

The world is their joy-stick

Their minds more black than ever

They pay for influence on the game,

Bettings and world politics

It brought us daily agression

Lack of respect

Knives and gun attacks

Problems from the far lands

We need Jesus again

For help while masses

Are enslaved by big brother

The ruler of world algorithmcracy

Above the valley of bones,

Needles and stones

The upper programmer,

He's watching YOU!

© GdJ

Studax

I'm a studax

I see the sky is clear

I'm a studax

But the earth's in fear

Stories come 

And stories go

I am not the One

I go with the flow

I'm a studax

The world fears me

I'm a studax

A pirate by the sea

Seasons come

And seasons go

School is done

Over the show

Après-ski is where I fly

In the snowy green lands

To the mountains high

We are many many friends

I'm a studax

Let the crime retreat

I'm a studax

A gun's for defeat

© GdJ