"A Cold Hand"
a cold hand,
a warm heart.
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.
Gajes in de gang, O wat was hij bang.
Een blik uit het raam, zijn ze hier, zijn ze daar? De deur in het slot, straks hebbe we mot!
"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.
"A Hand Full"
Why reach out for love,
when it’s not love you want to receive,
but when it is love you want to give.
Selfishness is realizing life is a joke and you are the only one laughing.
Sometimes i would question my health,
weighed down by the pace.
Pondering how the cards are dealt,
if figuring it out means going with grace.
"The Best Answer"
Life is adapting to disabilities.
The best answer is preceded by a non question.
Instill me with fear,
haunt me into second gear,
so i can reach out for life’s souvenir.
Irrevocably present amidst the impeccable personification.
"Life Like Chess"
Life is like a game of chess:
Once you’ve figured it out,
you have probably already been put at checkmate.
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.
The mind is so sharp at peak,
let it slide and find yourself back at weak.
Crawl back up from this riddle,
and find yourself somewhere below the middle.
"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.
"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.
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?
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.
Nobody can ever fully comprehend what it is they start.
I don’t know what is left,
of what i thought was right.
"Find Your Home"
I am falling because the world is calling, stop the roam and go find your home.
Shadow renders me cold,
gotto get going before my cough is permanently sold.
I am your valuable idea, grab me while i’m here. Before i get pulled back into the great vast ocean of the subliminal.
"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.
You read “hi”,
you put a smile on standby.
You question “why”,
and return to “now” with a sigh.
Find your leaves in green,
all grown up to be seen.
Little by little from just a seed,
you followed the suns plead.
Now pop a bud só bright,
with magnificent colors left and right.
Make it smell só fine,
you'll have butterflies waiting in line.
Despite your toes in muddy earth,
your flowers' worth, in this heavens birth.
"De Gele Jas Uit 1986"
De klein man,
met zijn gele jas.
Hij wordt er verlegen van,
dat komt hem later wel van pas.