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.
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.
The gentle stream of blood flowing,
the low pounds of the heart beating.
Outside nothing but silence,
my hand reaches out, an empty spot.
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.
"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.
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.
Find me in your blueberry tea.
A stain, a high tone.
I never want to be alone.
First teach me how to love...
before you'd even consider to teach me something else...
Bring light to my mind,
help me find, my path to leave being blind.
When the moment is there,
close your eyes and read with care.
Abandon all you know,
and just go with the flow.
Take in it’s suffering paradigm,
and feel abittered and beloved at the same time.
"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.
In my bed for another night,
i’m wondering where you sleep tonight.
I hope you accept the route you choose,
i’m affraid there is one you’ll have to loose.
Keeping my mind from asking how it goes,
requires me to not to let you come to close.
I hate the thought of sin,
oh please, all i want is to give in.
Gras zo groen als de maan.
Een voorzichtige beweging veegt het vuil onder mijn nagel vandaan.
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.
Shadow renders me cold,
gotto get going before my cough is permanently sold.
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.
Shall my tree grow its leaves,
if i resume to acknowledge my believes?
"De Gele Jas Uit 1986"
De klein man,
met zijn gele jas.
Hij wordt er verlegen van,
dat komt hem later wel van pas.
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.
"A True Mark"
Shine your light and leave a true mark.
Don't waste your batteries trying to light up the dark.
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.
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.
"Er Ligt Schuyl"
Valt geen buyl,
laat U niet leyden door het vuyl.
Gebruikt uw muyl,
en ontdek in allen het goede mensch schuyl.
i am rock - i am human
i am idea - I am
You read “hi”,
you put a smile on standby.
You question “why”,
and return to “now” with a sigh.
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.