Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

Daniel, the name my parents gave me, I assume some time before I was actually born, probably at some stage during the time when the perceivable 'me' was a fetus. Hazelhoff, my la...

I look down at my right foot To see that the Toenails are painted, My raw left hand holds my cigarette. My face is painted vivid violet, but I did do that myself. The bar fight w...

The row of the ore The dog and the whore The man in the back with rabies and more Foam from the mouth Sat on the couch The ouch of the blow Just another John Doe. The silenc...

I sit here at this place And Look around myself I feel the old fear comfortably settled on the few tables Stools, people. Some miserable old man looks at me from across the ro...

I smoke my cigarette, I gaze at the dead crimson flower lying lifelessly, limp upon the table, the smoke rises, my ring shines, I hear the freshly started conversations of those ar...

A man with a knife and a bite won the unfair fight It’s my plight that holds me back in the night I tried to succeed, and I plead, and bleed, But this god damned man just keeps ...

I smoke too much, And I drink too, And I look at you from across the room. I used to know you, You used to know me too, Was it that past that changed? Or was it the present, and ...

Marijuana murdered my motivation, I cast my smoke into the train station I am so, very, Done. Many men fall short But their ego And their pride still stands tall I want to cut t...

So I’ll kill this bloody devil, And I’ll wipe him down with glue, And I’ll tell you not to meddle, I’ll wipe down all your blues, And ill sit here at this concert hall and ...

Vanity, horse tranquilizers, and an amphetamine based diet. The lengths we go to, to keep our minds quiet… I flooded mind, parched from the whisky’s sour dispositions, And I’...

Unspoken words of the hoards of blind sheep with no shepherd, Where is your god now I ask? She has left us here to rot, I can promise you that much. Now we seem to glide on a ...

Shaving with a rusty razor blade, And I still can’t seem to manage. Using cold water, for god’s sake, And I feel like I’m, somehow, saving the planet. I know it’s futile an...

I was hit by a car on a Sunday, I wasn’t hurt but I needed a drink, The man stepped out of his Mercedes and gave me a 50-pound note, I could have sued his ass, but, he gave me fu...

I’m fused by my mind and the time it takes to take my break There is none unless it’s a down Through the roof and past the sounds Of the birds chirping The children playing An...

Every sleeping hour some are born Into this speck of dust Gliding around our Mourning star. And why do we weep? Ancient times existed. Before, you and I believed in this earth And ...

Still drunk by the sea and my mind Subsided with the fumes. It is nice and quite in this gloomy place. Dank and, scarce are the faces. I must admit I do truly love it. The tremulo...

I’ll drench my mind with kerosene, And lustful lies alike, With alkaline, and bloody lines And a message written without sight, Or thought, the knots of a flowerless pot And som...

Weltschmerz And I wish you could all understand me. I do not speak German, But I understand the word. A deathly (grim) truth that finally leaves the self-loathing aside, No need t...

Lives of the lost, damned and forgotten, In the perilous chambers of the mind, Your Cages can definitely hold us Oh ungodly ones. Yes, We are the un-designed youth, Those with unc...

The Seeds of evil mean Nothing Without the Foul fertilizer that is the corrupt Human mind. They, Take their time, and Trick us, But, the truth remains Without the mind No evil w...

Let us join learning with hedonism, whilst we have our hands free, in the cellular era, where the mind no longer takes hold, on the mould that forms in the brain, in these fram...

We are the terrorists. We are creating a state of blind horror, the masses weep when a few bombs blow on our cities whilst we plague theirs with a rain of lead, bloodshed gunpow...

Malcolm X once said  “If your not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, And loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”  A...

And they’re so young, still with laudanum and cotton bodies, over to the river where their fathers flow destroyed the valley, life of motels, hotels and their valet parkings, ...

(Epileptic Lights Of Life) To whom have left life In death or in rhythm, To those raped In taxicabs, Bleeding under the blinking neon lights, That disguise all, From The Bat...