new creation

you curled up in a foetal crouch in your matrix pipes
the womb-like warmth of the stars and the stripes
and a refuge of half-truths and blindfolds and bliss
and you’ve never bothered to wonder how it came to this
you collect all the pop-hits and shoplift the charts
like pockets of darkness that harness your heart
is ignorance the lining of your comfort-zone home?
or is it a conscious response to the death wrapped in your bones?
I can relate to the sensations of a life half-lived
the machines of aspiration and taking more than you give
and giving in to a system that fosters this twisted
insistence to deliver not even a hint of resistance
a vicious cycle of lukewarm delusion…
perhaps you sense the hatred in the words that I’m using
it suffices to explain that I’m familiar with these shadows
I’ve wrestled in the bitterness and swallowed all the low-blows
and God alone knows the extent of the damage that I’ve sown
you hear this tale of sorrow? yeah, that puppy’s home-grown…

SLAVE SORROW SMOKE SICK
BRAVE BORROW BROKE BRICK
TODAY TOMORROW TOKEN TRICK
GRAVE GROW GROVEL GLITCH
HAVE HOLLOW HOAX HIT
FAVOURITE FOLLOW FLOAT FIT
SEVER SOLACE SPIT SHOE
NEVER KNOWLEDGE KNIT NEW

there is an ancient Voice that rings through time
and Hands that built a bridge between the fallen and the Divine
and a Mind that knows the blueprint of this intricate design
and a Love that stretches further than the fuel of a reply…

we’re disguising our rebellion in blindfolded tolerance
swapping “open-mindedness” for well-founded common sense
your mind is so open that your brains are falling out
throwing veils over deception is not what truth is about
there is a newness that seeks you in the eye of the storm
and a fresh wind that heralds the coming of the dawn
we are born in that moment when the heavens are opened
and we separate the healed and the clean from the broken
and we dream of the end of being stuck in this mud
and the machines are disconnected in a baptism of blood
so few who understand this heavenly anticipation…
as the scales fall from your eyes, behold! a new creation

cindy van den berg, ajax and yolandi otto, "ajax and friends 2007"