Broken memories unfold,
after a true story was silently told.
Still the image of love’s face,
haunting me with a passionate gaze.
Thinking is what mostly lasts,
of lived dreams in many pasts.
No warmth nor spoken word,
no echo of my dream shall be heard.
A deadline in sight,
causing another late night.
Bringing it to being,
reason enough for another fleeing?
"Kamer Te Huur"
Kamer te huur, vierkant met kleed.
Een deur in de muur.
Verhalen over god,
het nachtleven maakte hem kapot.
Ook al is er uitzicht op zee,
m’n antwoord is NEE!!
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.
Energy doesn’t just come in one way,
next to harmony is stress,
not your best neighbor some would say, accept it’s pressence and live with one worry less.
"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.
Dearly as I await,
A fragile being in this state.
I feel the fire,
Your hand in mine to carefully admire.
Our future seems unsure,
Oh god, I hope we will endure.
Let these fearful feelings ease, So the next question need not end in please.
Realize that love you cannot own, Remain to care about the seeds allready sown.
Sterk mousserende salami salamander verdronken in spraakwater.
"Love Is Small"
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.
"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.
Observing soul with ethnographic intentions, limited by the urge to explain life in one single breath.
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.
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.
These colorful leaves whisper in my ear, the height of autumn is getting near.
It's words make me wise,
and for a moment i close my eyes.
I fall in dreams so dear,
taken away from all and every fear.
The clock runs twice,
awake and still the sun feels nice.
I'll miss your shine in winter grey,
But ill be strong and focus every day.
From now at every season' start
I'll go out and let it whisper to my heart.
A lifetime’s experience with dad,
hopefully enjoy laughter and sad.
Learn from him as a friend,
to strengthen our hart before one gets send.
"Er Ligt Schuyl"
Valt geen buyl,
laat U niet leyden door het vuyl.
Gebruikt uw muyl,
en ontdek in allen het goede mensch schuyl.
"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.
Bomen worden oud,
en mensen rijpen...
Als een vliegtuig die je vouwt,
en zich door de wind... laat grijpen.
Before you give me an answer to the question i haven’t asked you yet,
please first reflect on the image i haven’t showed you yet.
Uurtjes overbruggen op d'baai aerobay,
fried rice en groene thee.
Op een luie stoel met geluid van golvend zee,
beneden een straat vol winkelend reizigers vee, See Buy Fly zoals je dat vroeger ook wel eens dee.
Slaapwandelend... windje mee,
Al met al niets minder dan lachend okay.
"This Is It..."
Left with choice,
do i turn the remaining story into a voice?
My mind rejects,
for it is the silence that perfects.
A story so true,
need only exist in the memory of me and you.
Grow my dear friend,
because for ever this love i will defend.
The image i see vibrates from my beating heart,
my spirit is there contemplating its part.
Selfishness is realizing life is a joke and you are the only one laughing.
Tears for a life that gave,
for three words needed to be spoken brave.
Share the words we all crave,
and discover the eternal home safe.
"Blue Is Red"
For people do not believe blue is red, shall they never turn their good into bad.