At every other occasion i think
i find something worth having,
but no longer i can justify
this approach into which im wrapping.
I cant progress in my relating,
unless i turn it into something worth creating.
The life that is shown,
might not be your own,
what you feel is what you chase,
until you reach the end of your maze.
Gras zo groen als de maan.
Een voorzichtige beweging veegt het vuil onder mijn nagel vandaan.
Find me in your blueberry tea.
A stain, a high tone.
I never want to be alone.
Bomen worden oud,
en mensen rijpen...
Als een vliegtuig die je vouwt,
en zich door de wind... laat grijpen.
First teach me how to love...
before you'd even consider to teach me something else...
staring at wise words and candle freedom,
slowly, step by gap.
Our earth seems to loose some space,
people acting in their endless race.
How can we respect our guardians grace?
I guess we are all afraid to loose face.
"Focus On The Distance"
Locked in a cage,
hanging by the cords of time.
The rope gets longer,
it swings from left to right,
while i descent into the depths,
unfamiliar and dark.
I focus on the distance,
and imagine where i’m going.
Find me on your body,
in the shape of a heart,
the half next to mine,
will forever be your part.
Let your eyes guide you,
for truth seldom comes through the ears.
"Never To Forget"
Never to forget,
is how it was said.
Memories to cling,
up on the sofa we sing.
Help me discover my goal,
for i want to purify my soul.
Show me your eyes,
for i feel they know no lies.
Sneak me in your room,
for in secrets we bloom.
"Choice Of Path"
With mixed emotions I enter my bed,
have i followed to much of what was said?
Was i foolish to let go of what they desire?
Or so lies my path behind what i admire?
As stories remain untold,
the lighthouse increases its illumination,
but ceases to touch the waves ahead.
"Yesterday and Today..."
Yesterday i felt more a writer then i did a painter, and before that, i felt more a photographer then i did a poet.
Hmm, and still i remember feeling more like a director then i did a producer,
not to forget more a philosopher then i did a musician.
I guess i've felt more ambition then i was myself. But today... it's new.
I feel more a man then i do a boy.
My heart turns cold from grasping why, the rain runs bold from a sky in cry.
I can't escape how it became,
unless i take some risk and step over my shame.
I must reinvent to survive, extend the story of my life.
A dream on a cloud,
far from what i knew, slowly deflating with it's causes out loud.
Is it fear holding me down?
Wings ready to fly, or again afraid to drown?
Be my wing in times of need,
i must enter the realm and accept my options to proceed.
"Reflections Upon Society"
My body is full of desires that aren’t mine, it pulls me in and pushes me out.
I justify it by thinking it has taken the major part. I let it be, i play the victim.
Woman turns man into liar,
men turns man into lion,
only man can turn its back to the turning.
You have brought to us your spirit of life so real, it allows us to walk through life and feel.
Simply the main ingredient in all that you reveal, is the kindest and purest love that will always heal.
Your strive for romance has become my ideal, for that creates memories which give life it’s worthy appeal.
Happy birthday mom.
Sometimes life feels like sitting in this train, where on the opposite side a beautiful scenery is lit by sunrise.
I'm sitting there, on the other side...
...staring at leftover light on distant clouds.
"Find Your Home"
I am falling because the world is calling, stop the roam and go find your home.
Je schone schijn is immer fijn,
maar nu de voorstellingen afgelopen zijn,
komt via de wadden en de duinen:
een warm hart voor bij het opruimen van de puinen.
"Clouds Rise Over Mountains"
Be found and be lost, Until you loose count of what caused.
Seek your love in the living, Find yourself in the giving, Clouds rise over mountains.
Mold your words in shapes of keys.
While they turn from sound into feels, They will unlock for you to see what reveals.
Nor shall we seek,
nor shall we find,
how long does it take for us to recognize our blind?
"Love Or Scare"
Today words are so easy to share,
are they triggered by love or scare?
I ask for no more,
then a love thats worth waiting for.