Greed

So much hate so much despair when greed and sorrow makes their sad and awful pair

I want money, I want the power and the glory, it’s the never ending story

The world’s at war, blame religion, blame it all, but that is really not my call

Blame the seed of endless greed, whose hunger you can never fully feed

Respect your brother, love one another, but why do I bother, when the fruit of my labor is pain and no gain, not even a single grain

Yeah I got religion, but it’s greed that clouds my vision

Religion, evolution or the work against pollution, greed will be the end to our peace illusion

M"D"K

Jeg ville gerne...

Jeg ville gerne ha’ et hjerte, du ved, et af guld og fyldt med kærlighed

Jeg ville gerne lade andre komme til, men det går ikke altid som jeg vil

Jeg ville gerne vise lidt respekt, også når min næste ikke er perfekt

Jeg ville gerne elske min næste som mig selv, men fejler så alligevel

Jeg ville gerne tale andre stolte af dem selv, men bagom ryggen ender det alligevel

Ja, der er meget jeg gerne ville gøre om igen, men pæne ønsker fører ingen steder hen

M"D"K

Muse oh min muse

Muse oh min muse, fanget i ligegyldighedens ruse, i mit tomme hoved høres vinden suse

Du er inspirationen der blev væk, en prosas sidste knæk, der er kun mig tilbage i aske og i sæk

Kom igen, som frænde, som en ven, en man atter møder, la’ os ta’ nye steder hen

Kun du kan inspirere mig, kom tilbage, så skal jeg atter danse ordets leg med dig ... din steg

Kom tilbage, jeg har kage ... og hårdt brug for hjælp!

M"D"K

Devil's breath

He was born to be a millionaire, spoiled and treated like a king 
His parents paid his education, taught him how to shine

He hardly knew them, but they paid him off with money, servants and what not
He never needed money, fast cars and supermodels, so he really didn't care

But then one day he realised that something was quite off, his mind grew darker, he found no peace, no harmony.
His cars got boring, the supermodels were no longer of significance

Suddenly as hope had gone he met this girl, no she was more than that, sort of a goddess, if you can imagine.
She was his heroine, white like snow, sorrounding him with warmth and times of joy
He was kinda happily sedated by her charming world, floating in her seas of endless satisfaction

But suddenly in cold december he had a rainy day, and she was nowhere to be found

He started dating cheap and dirty heroines, till he met Ms Meth Amfetamine
They headed down a southern road and met this guy called Señor Scopolamine, he seemed so generous, seemed to have so much to give, you know, happiness and all that stuff, but as he opened up his mouth to say hello, they realised he had the evilest breath... it was almost like...  like a devil's breath

M"D"K

The painting

He's on the stairs again, with his hollow heart.
She gasps, looking at the canvas she began to paint
He's there to paint, with the colour that he likes
And she already used the most of the supply
But it doesn't matter now, she thinks, as the canvas fades away


M"D"K

Voice of Justice

Sadness, utter sadness gliding into discomfort, just like needles shot against my heart

A tempting voice is creeping in on me: “Hello, I’m Justice and I say: hate thy enemies, they hate you too”

I tell myself: “That’s only fair, my enemy he hates me, he hates my brother, and he hates my sister”

Oh wait; another voice: “I am Righteousness, love thy enemy. 

With a lukewarm voice, I tell Justice: “I refuse, I refuse to let your hate be mine”

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M"D"K

En tur til Roskilde

Sukker, dampmaskiner, kaffe og septembervejr. En speaker skulle hilse fra Malene.

Jeg holder Majken i min hånd og lader blikket vandre til hendes metaforer

Alt imens et DSB-toilet, der ikke sluger noget, gør opmærksom på sig selv.

Nu glæder jeg mig til  at steppe ud og tænde ild igen - men ak! Det er kun dampens tåger, der mistrøstigt venter mig…

M"D"K