Marc Hurkmans

Marc Hurkmans Poems

Hard-to-read graffiti,
on the frozen walls of this world

Hard-to-deal-with gravity,
...

You will miss me
when I’m gone

To this place
...

I buried my friend the other day,
but today is another new day

There is a hole in my heart today,
...

4.

It feeds on itself,
it never gets enough

It has a mind of
...

A free mind will
always be troubled

A free mind can
...

You took off
so hopeful

Revolutionary garbage
...

Children in the street with nothing to eat,
living like animals, no shoes on their feet

How can you live one more single day
...

Melting, shifting,
endlessly drifting

Everywhere I look, there’s
...

I

I, the man, you, the woman,
we, a world that’s lost forever
...

Forever upstream,
forever upstream

Forever
...

Learning to give,
and learning to try

Learning to live,
...

Blind date

The rivers run dry,
as the buildings rise
...

I want to see you
I want to feel you

I want to know
...

I am going out tonight,
now I’m going to do things right

She will take me by the hand,
...

Ship surrounded by one thousand sharks,
rain pouring down, it’s almost dark

No place to hide and no place to go, time
...

Dust piling up
in corners

Being thrown from one corner
...

My life just left me, but I really don’t care
I choke on my heartbeat, and stare and stare

No more activity, I’m bored till I die
...

Oh lord,
oh my lord

Lord of the rings
...

We are the bullshit warriors,
and we don’t care

We are the bullshit warriors,
...

Every man for himself
every woman for herself

Every boy for himself
...

Marc Hurkmans Biography

I started writing poetry when I was 17 years old. I started writing lyrics halfway through the nineties, starting to sing in underground rock band Chaos Rules. My main influences, to mention a few, are Charles Bukowski, Henri Rollins, Kenneth Patchen and Michael Gira. I lived in Amsterdam for twelve years, I have also been a vegetarian for twelve years and I didn't touch a dropp of alcohol for five years, if this means anything. I live in Danmark now close to my children. Play drums in Blisters, http: //myspace.com.blistersamsterdam and in Ghostship Whorehouse.)

The Best Poem Of Marc Hurkmans

Tracks In The Snow

Hard-to-read graffiti,
on the frozen walls of this world

Hard-to-deal-with gravity,
on every corner a beautiful girl

Fingers outstretched to the whiteout,
with eyes that burn what they see

Inside my cell the landscapes grow,
but horizons never show

Tracks in the snow,
why follow, why follow

Why follow
the cold

Political aspirations, media-fed mediocrity,
poetical interventions, becoming less and less

Blocked inside this sadness,
with eyes that hurt as they see

Stuck in endless circles

Less and less, more or less

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