"A Divine Gift"
In contemplation of worth,
I walk the most spiritual place on earth.
Step by step I follow the trail,
to reach my life’s holy grail.
The Potala Palace looks at me,
urging me back one step to see:
What I just stepped over,
is a long lost four leaved clover.
I am struck by this gift so divine,
please bring it peacefully, and make our hearts shine.
The seasons let go,
changing the earth’s flow,
i’m struggling to extend a day ago,
oh please tell me it isn’t so.
"Every Day Life"
Voices around me speak of day to day, while life outside carries a layer of cold and grey.
Every soul in dream of it’s pray, gently evoked by the emotions they obey.
It’s not about the A to B,
nor the 2 or 3,
perhaps a little about the Y and Z.
But mostly about the free, when I am who I be, while together means you and me.
Nobody can ever fully comprehend what it is they start.
I don’t know what is left,
of what i thought was right.
Sleep my little soul,
rest a night.
Dream your goal,
and prepare for the fight.
I have wondered how she is,
but i will let it be.
Take the miss,
and let the remaining love be free.
Instill me with fear,
haunt me into second gear,
so i can reach out for life’s souvenir.
"Proof Of Love"
The purity of a young,
the beauty of a shy.
The nature of a seed sprung,
as all life, given just one try.
Dormant between the moon and sun,
a drop of water, and the blink of an eye.
"Er Ligt Schuyl"
Valt geen buyl,
laat U niet leyden door het vuyl.
Gebruikt uw muyl,
en ontdek in allen het goede mensch schuyl.
"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.
"The Free Spirit"
The spirit roams free
when nobody knows me,
mere the sound of silence,
and the comfort of sense.
I climb towards heights where i don't belong, in attempt to find remains of some left behind song.
A bag of words to adore,
until i can't carry no more.
In my house i bring them back up,
and stare at them from an empty teacup.
I role up my sleeve,
and decide if there is anything in there to believe.
I try all there is to combine,
and find a few that rhyme just fine.
I distil them as a whole,
and let them speak directly into my soul.
This is just what i do,
driven by hope to cast a smile upon you.
staring at wise words and candle freedom,
slowly, step by gap.
I am your valuable idea, grab me while i’m here. Before i get pulled back into the great vast ocean of the subliminal.
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.
"The Sparkle Of Your Eye"
In a dark night sky, imagine soft 'n bright dots that can fly.
They’re really up quite high... and some people love to dream why.
When you patiently give it a try, you’ll see it’s signs they imply.
Animals and figures will reflect from the sparkle of your eye. Telling you stories without a need to confirm or deny.
You’ll find they are your best companions in times of cry, after all has changed they might even be the only thing on which you can rely.
Then later, on a day you don’t feel shy, perhaps a story like this, is what into another heart you’ll wish to apply.
"It's Coming Together"
See the clouds, hand in hand.
Gently casting shadows over land.
They’re at ease like the trees,
by just going with the breeze.
It is true what i sent,
for i believe in you my friend.
"From My Hand"
This echo in me,
tells me to be,
to chase the feelings that are free.
I read the palm of my hand,
to find out where i stand,
to feel if i can or can’t.
Heavy my head,
carry the stone,
don’t break the surface,
please don’t descend to the depths where there is no more light.
Heavy my head,
be gentle my water,
let your reflection stay in sight,
and shine to where it might,
oh please endure this moment of fright.
First teach me how to love...
before you'd even consider to teach me something else...
Blinded no more,
what is there left to adore?
The essence of being,
is why my dreams keep on seeing.
I've been wondering where you where, all this time spent in the uncompromised state of mind. A long bus drive, a heated sun, and there you where.
Welcomed again, as part of the family. I had to carry you through cultural heritage, a little heavy. I'm sorry to say, you drag me down a little, not to forget you made me miss the Taj Mahal sunset.
But anyway, i can't be mad at you. We are still family.
You are my fatigue.
"From Passed Clouds"
From passed clouds,
raindrips on the windows,
still a blue sky,
a crow sits on my rooftop,
i can see by his shadow,
he calls out for the others,
he flies away.
"Meant To Be"
People aren't meant for each other,
people are meant to be.
And therefore it's clear to see,
that we are meant to help each other be free.
Against currents on the same sea,
peddling in the name of you and me.
The key towards fulfillment is the path towards the achievement.