gesloten boek voldongen feit
in wezen een wezen wezenloos zonder bestemming
geen besef van wat kon zijn en ooit was
maar dat ben ik niet

je loopt te dwalen
je denkt dat niemand je ziet
je bent doorzichtig

een leegte die barst
gaat niet weg houdt nooit op
peilloos omgekeerd en vol

voor HO

Posted on Jul 15.07 to poetry   

Where to now, st BG
I came on somehow, my ego
’cause there’s nothing I can say
and nothing to catch up
where to now, my ego

Love somewhat, my body
music in my head, forever
about me and me alone
and more and more disturbed
where to now, my ego

Sources of pain, this ego
calling in again, the drum
rithme down and up
over hills and the top
where to now, my ego

Motions of fear, my mind
sorrow undefined, defined
me and me together alone
and tortured to grow
where to now, my ego

(1983)

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

what does remain
what does pain
what does
now what does

we never seem to be
here
leaving
t r a c e s
at
best

what does time
what does rhyme
what does
now what does

(its a cold and broken haleluja)

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

now that we’re dancing
climbing those rocky stairs
it’s time we let it go
‘though we’re still hurting
living life by life
its’s just another day
in the tower of wrong

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

You see I used to be just like you
Waiting for someone to sing me a song
But let me help you to skip a few rounds

Keep on digging for gold
untill you can’t recall what to use it for
Once you get cold
you won’t get warm no more

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

If this is now
where the victims are the children
where the suspects are the protected
and the accused deserve repect

If this is now
and its getting more and more disturbed
where the convicted get a leave
and another child is sacrified

So this is now
and this is what its going to be
either get them of the streets forever
or lets solve it
permently

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

now that the wall has ran into me
and shattered images are all I see
is it any wonder the drive has ended
with no change of anything soon to be mended

I remember those nights of possibilities
no limits on resources and enemies
where did the boy go from there with those lies
I pray he’s looking for the man with the empty eyes

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

Some people need love to make it
Others are too busy to fake it
Some keep on dancing without a clue
Others have work to do

Will you ever let me turn around and take it
Reaching for what you keep throwing away
Can I call you back another day
As you useally come in the morning
And that tends to get so boring

No more, No more

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

A day to give me wings
to wonder
May, a month, a string
to go under
Maybee I’ll meet
September
to soon
again

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry   

a touching feeling
a happy touching of minds
a fulltime seeing
through a friends eye

an arranged speaking
another arrangement of life
an empty hearing
turning into a lie

a steady knowing
a sure statement in life
a sad fact fearing
I won’t understand why

‘78

Posted on Jan 29.06 to poetry