Poetic Whispers of the Unknown

Original poetry by Merten Snijders, distilled from the relativity of time in travel and life.
Please note, these thoughts do not necessarily reflect Merten's current point of view but act as an artistic souvenir of passed and past emotions. If you are interested in the book i intend to publish from these works, please contact me.
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"Flat Ocean"

On April 21st 2006

Energy from high and low emotions trigger the spirit’s creativity.

Energy to express. When you feel, you create. A flat ocean doesn’t move anything nor anybody.

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"The Best Answer"

On June 22nd 2009

Life is adapting to disabilities.

The best answer is preceded by a non question.

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"Zing het uit! ;-)"

On May 31st 2012

Of je nu dik bent, kaal bent, puik of gewoon maar jij bent... Er is maar één rol die je beter past, dan een bijrol met die knakenlast...

Want wat er in je schuilt, is een hoofdrol, in je eigen verhaal... Eén waar tijd niet bestaat, en je stress niet toe laat!

Voel het komen, dat warme gevoel... Laat het je leiden, in de armen van onze wereld.

Kijk door de gaatjes in de muren en zie de liefde naar je gluren! Oh oh! Steen voor steen wordt i lager, en de grenzen worden vager! Oh Oh!

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"Een Verlies"

On June 12th 2012

Op ons netvlies, verloren in tijd.
haar laatste adem, een mooie wolk.

Laat haar vliegen, naar een droom.

In jeugd, in liefde, in leven.
De berg die haar onmiddelijk betoverde.

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"The Key"

On January 10th 2012

The key you hold today,
carries the weight of curiosity going all the way.

Blinded what i saw in your green eyes,
i went up into the heavenly skies.

My intentions revealed from the depth,
was the love that i never got to accept.

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"From Passed Clouds"

On October 7th 2011

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.

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"A Thin Piece Of Vanity"

On June 20th 2012

The root of a thin piece of vanity,
like a broken antenna, loosing signal.

It has caused enough noise, when i tried to listen. The noise has faded, and all i hear now is music playing.

My hands reached out in front of me. No longer cold, no longer alone. Take them, and dance with me, on the melody that never stops.

Embrace them and sing with me, to the song that stays true. Keep them and dream with me, of love, of stories... our story.

We will write a happy end and leave a trail, to reinvent.

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"Single Breath"

On March 25th 2006

Observing soul with ethnographic intentions, limited by the urge to explain life in one single breath.

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"Love Or Scare"

On February 4th 2008

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.

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"Mirror, Mirror"

On April 12th 2009

Mirror, mirror in her hand,
does faith lie in bricks or in sand?

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"Train Truth"

On March 2nd 2013

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.

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"The Essence"

On December 5th 2007

Blinded no more,
what is there left to adore?

The essence of being,
is why my dreams keep on seeing.

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"It's Temporary"

On December 8th 2009

I am your valuable idea, grab me while i’m here. Before i get pulled back into the great vast ocean of the subliminal.

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"Dear Mom"

On December 1st 2008

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.

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"From My Hand"

On December 20th 2008

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.

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"Free Again"

On December 21nd 2008

To question mind,
is to protect love.
To stop the questions,
is to loose faith in the motives of mankind.

I love those who search,
even if they have already found,

they decide not to perish,
and take their place in the ground.

The false you are asked to defy,
is fear not giving creation a try.

It’s either keep control or give it away, really for both of them there is much to say...

...A thought ago it was on show, the only thing remaining is to let go.

I have protected my love for far to long, allowing confusing thoughts about right or wrong.

I hope tonight with all my heart, that the love of a life does not just come in one part.

What follows are my steps away from the pure, to reestablish my being in the fog of the obscure.

It is the image of her looking into my eyes, seeing only my true soul straight passed all the lies.

The ultimate answer without a word, was the one I praid for to be heard.

How will this love loose it’s effect? So there shall be nothing left to protect.

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"The Running Road"

On March 30th 2008

Tell me why do you run away,
in stead of taking that moment to pray?

the running road knows no end,
an untraceable journey of energy spent.

Face the past and take my hand,
so together we can feel on the road to an end.

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On September 25th 2008

O’ you darned ticking clock,
Pointing us the key in the lock.

O’ you darned life,
tickling the mothers spirit of my wife.

O’ you darned me,
for knowing what it is like to be free.

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"Oerol Festival"

On June 16th 2010, written in West-Terschelling

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.

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"De Wind"

On March 10th 2013

Bomen worden oud,
en mensen rijpen...

Als een vliegtuig die je vouwt,
en zich door de wind... laat grijpen.

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"Groene Schijn"

On December 3rd 2005

Gras zo groen als de maan.
Een voorzichtige beweging veegt het vuil onder mijn nagel vandaan.

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"Salami Salamander"

On December 10th 2005

Sterk mousserende salami salamander verdronken in spraakwater.

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"Love Is Small"

On March 1st 2011

A mind occupied with the macro, out of touch with the micro.

Love is small,
love is sensible.

Use your senses to cover the senseless.

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"The Free Spirit"

On March 27th 2009

The spirit roams free
when nobody knows me,
mere the sound of silence,
and the comfort of sense.

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"Hope and Hope"

On April 15th 2011

I’m drowning in a sea of light, i don’t know if it’s yours or if it’s mine.

I’m fighting for air below the bridge that covers our distance, the currents are heavier then the anchor of our love.

I drift of to a place where there is only hope.

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