My little sunflower

You were once all I wanted
Deep, silent, complete

I kept you save and took you home
Bright, light, mesmerizing

You made someone feel perfect before me
Loyal, tender, solid

I would have given you to my daughter
And she would do the same with hers
And the ones I wouldn't get to know
My love would stay alive forever

Now you remain without purpose
Dark, silent, alone

But I still can't let you go

Not Alone

off the ground and out of reality
I remember someone telling me
dreamcastles are never empty
link it to the world..
and there I've found her
like a perfect image of my life
screaming out her name
now of lost hopes and you
remind me that I'm not alone

Deep Silent Complete

And

then

there

was

silence

Days before you came

Bridges were burned
and I cried you a river
but like all songs of that sort
I've found my happy end
Unlike the broken hearted
mine seems to be healing
though a broken heart can be mend
I seem to love like two
Maybe it's because I've felt the worst
but I think it's now
because I'm loved too

Just cause

Whisper to me love you's
scream to me goodbye's
say to me your don't knows
I'll smile to you and lie

Bold

Goodnight Elizabeth
a note on apathy
Deeper than the heights
of what we often think we know
You may say I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only one
Living a hell, living your ghost
living your end
You want me?
fucking, well come and find me
I'll be waiting.. with nothing
You want me?
Well, come on and break the door down
I'm ready
Almost brave, almost the brave
I think we've lost now anyway
Goodbye the ashtraygirl
the moon is just a satellite

Free

Voorheen schreef ik heel veel, gedichten, verhalen, alles eigenlijk. Een stukje papier werd al snel misbruikt voor woorden en gedachten. Soms enkele letters maar vaak hele teksten. En tja .. als er dan eens geen papier in de buurt was schreef ik het gewoon op mn handen. Ik heb alles bewaard .. heel bijzonder om terug te lezen. Tussen mijn schrijfsels vond ik het onderstaande gedicht, waarvan ik denk dat ik de enige ben die hem begrijpt .. So good luck. Naast dit gedicht zullen er nog meer volgen .. welke ik dump onder het label "Imagine Yesterday".

My Melting Euphoria ..

when the state kills
a white flag deadman
will be floating through the fair
on this ego tripping monday
to eat your smile
neuro all you want
but your stoned Zensitivity
will gravitate you
into the liquid mirror
where you´ll be seeing tomorrow in your eyes
your anonimous heart will spend the night
and your filtered children
will be the primate assassins
in a rain forest colourbox
with your memories on television