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Autumn – 2016

Leaves are falling,
Gently Down
Words are drawling,
It’s no goodbye
You will come back
When winter turns,
Apples drying
Longer shades

Time gets shorter
Fire in the hearth.
Alone, not lonely
Friends embraced.
I see your image
In darkened panes
Apples drying
Longer shades

A thousand colors
And the sound of rain.
You will be back,
And I can wait.
I see your picture
Within the flames.
Apples drying
Longer shades

Leaves are falling
Gently Down
Winds are crawling,
It’s no goodbye
You will come back
When winter turns,
Apples drying
Longer shades

Echoes – 2015

Judy came home
Without her horse.
Her last soul friend – away

Beams of scattered sunlight
Across the silent trees
Hollow words, remaining grief

Judy left me
Without remorse.
My last soul friend – away

Summer passes
Winter fades.
Joyful eras, echoes of pain.

Game – 2015

Fields filled with soldiers
Fear on a row
You tower above all
Your crown of gold

Pretending to know
Which step comes next
Aim for the goal of the game

Tactical decisions
Pushing all the pawns
Living with your losses
Balance of the chance

Keep low, king of mine
move slow and keep in mind
that she stands above all
-holding- your ivory throne

Tactical decisions
Pushing all the pawns
Living with your losses
Balance of the chance

Calculated guesses
Pressure, fear of losing mind
Grow, break the opposition
Go low, checkmate

Getaway – 2019

Here we stand on solid ground, And here we walk the well-known path.
It’s who we are, and how we got this far.
Here we go, the Golden Glow, The world still sees the you and me.
But what a fools we are to lead this show

Here we stand on moving ground
We slip away to unknown land.
I’ve carried you
With these broken hands.

Now what to do with our claims. The promises are gone in vain.
It’s clouded now, and soon will come the rain.
We write our book, page by page, like thousand movies, frame by frame.
The story line will always stay the same

Here we stand on moving ground
We slip away to unknown land.
I’ve carried you
With these broken hands.

And here we stand, the final point, A new adventure of the heart.
We stopped to blame, to feel each other’s pain.
Here we go, a brand new show, The crowd will cheer, forget your fears.
But what a fools we are to let this go.

Here we stand on moving ground
We slip away to unknown land.
I’ve carried you
With these broken hands.

Illusions – 2020

She. In the shadow of the oak tree in my street.
She. In suspension between nowhere and a place to be.
We. Just a thought passing by,
We. The elusiveness of time.

Me. In the framework of the window in my room.
Me. In expectation of the unknown, breaking boundaries.
We. Just a glimpse passing by,
We. The invisibility of time.

Wandering girl, keep on luring,
Wandering girl, I’ll wait the turning
I’ll wait for you to come around.
Wandering girl, you break me down, you break me down, you break me down, you break me down.

I see. In all our seasons, there are reasons for the fall.
I see. Over my shoulder, the old trail pushing it all.
We create illusions for the soul,
We can bridge the pitfalls all by all.

Wandering girl, keep on luring,
Wandering girl, I’ll wait the turning
I’ll wait for you to come around.
Wandering girl, you break me down, you break me down, you break me down, you break me down.

Loe – 2017

Gisteren ging je up reize,
Ge’ wilde gheel de wêreld zien.
De Vesuvius goan belkimn
En oak no Pakistan misschien – heel misschien

Gistern ging je mensen helpen
Nekjé goan zegn dan ze zelve ’t geluk moen vindn.
Ge wilde ze ol joen warmte geven
En wa centen oak misschien – ja misschien

Gisteren kost je nog vertellen
Van vroegere, familie en ol die vele vriendn.
Ge kost nog lôpen deur de velden
En moest een ander nietn’ontzien – niets ontzien

Ge moe genieten van ‘t leven
En van mekoar, zwolange dajje kunt
Lat us nu moa dansen, springen en zingen
da we mekaar, beter gèrn zien.

Vandoaghe ister zovele te vertellen
Da w’iedereens warmte moetn probérn vindn
Gin verskil in kleur of stand of wêrde van gedachte.
Gie kost ‘et weten, g’ê zoveel afgezien – teveel afgezien

Vandoag’ist, da w’uze ruggen moetn rechten,
Geliek gie, oeze blikken kritisch zien.
Joene God zat diepe in joen eigen,
Oezen hemel moen we zelve zien te vindn – zien te vindn

Ge moe genieten van ‘t leven
En van mekoar, zwolange dajje kunt
Lat us nu moa dansen, springen en zingen
da we mekaar, beter gèrn zien.

Morgen go’k up reize
Voa joene wêreld te kun’zien – ja te zien

Lat us nu moa dansen, springen en zingen,
da we mekaar, beter gèrn zien.

Long gone Glory – 2018

How many colors, over due
How many houses, we once knew
I follow the river, from old to new
These narrow streets, the Me in You

How long, To tear down
How strong, To hold on
How many passes, before we know
You have been glorious, for too long

Chattering voices in Memory Lane
Rusty old banisters, torn by rain.
I follow the river, that flows in our veins
The chipped paint, the beheaded saint

How long, To tear down
How strong, To hold on
How many passes, before we know
You have been glorious, for too long

A thousand of passings, long ago
The faint scent of grandeur, an old shadow
Where have you all been going, you John Doe’s
These narrow visions, the After-Glow

How long, To tear down
How strong, To hold on
How many passes, before we know
You have been glorious, for too long

Neverlasting matremony – 2018

I’ve been sitting here all day,
Waiting for –God knows – what to say.
I’ve been sharing words in morning glory,
The empty bottle shouts my name.

As if it call for Holy Matrimony
As if needs to know my name.
As if I am the one that could not hold you.
As if you ‘re the only one that’s hurt.

It has been growing day by day,
This strange familiar lump of Gray
My insanity in colored wrapping paper,
It’s knocking knocking on in my ear.

As if it call out for my Testimony
As if needs its grand escape.
As if I am the one that could not hold you.
As if you ‘re the only one that’s hurt.

Every time you shut the door,
And every shout for love ignored.
All these useless words in bed and between walls of all the
Houses we have built and all the caring that we’ve killed.
Every time we pushed aside our inner wars
Hiding all the weapons marking us with scars
We ran and ran and tried and tried and healed and broke and
Healed and hoped and pushed and pulled until we broke

As if it it was some kind of Ceremony
As if it was our only dream.
As if I am the one that could not hold you.
As if you ‘re the only one that’s hurt.

As if we could have lasting Matrimony
As if we could have grown old.
As if I am the one that could not hold you.
As if our story will be told.

Peace at last – 2002

I’m looking upon your skin, and see
Shades without a touch of sin.
I’m looking upon your hands, and see
Lines telling a life in time.

Why did you go?
Without sharing your tears with me?
You have no sorrow, you have no grief,
But peace at last.

I’m looking in to the time, and see
Joy without a touch of pain.
I’m looking up to the stars, and feel
Your warmth falling all over me.

Why did you go?
Without sharing your tears with me?
You have no sorrow, you have no grief,
But peace at last.

Why didn’t I see?
It was coming all the time,
It was right in front of me!
It was touching me inside,
And still I did not feel…
But pease at last

Potpourri – 2017

Children free,
The light in trees.
All the worlds,
a thousand seas.
It’s all for you
It’s all for me

We won’t know,
Until it shows.
Hidden words,
Philosophy.
It’s all of you
It’s all of me

Sunrise morning
And the green in your eyes.
Years pass storming,
but our minds turn wise.

A thing is said,
Another shot.
You can let it go,
Or define your God.
It’s up to you
It’s up to me

The gentle waves,
Defining time.
And stars may last.
A glass of wine.
It could be you,
It could be me

Sunrise morning
And the green in your eyes.
Years pass storming,
but our minds turn wise.

And in the end
It’s all the same.
You and me,
The secret key
Is potpourri,
You and me
It’s potpourri
You and me

Sunrise morning
And the green in your eyes.
Years pass storming,
but our minds turn wise.

Soon – 2019

Here, I try. I know this life is ending
Too soon. I lean, Your scent and mine are blending
together. We do all the things we do.
Our memories, eternal thoughts in blue.

Here, you see. The child in me is melting
Too fast. You pull me into your arms.
Together, we do all the things we do.
Our children, eternal life for true.

Here, we glide and mount the hillside
We merge, emerge , I see you from within
your deepest of treasures. We dive, we must.
We glide, we swim, we must, in trust.
We glide, we swim, we must, to trust.

Strangers – 2017

Stranger walked with me
Talking ‘bout the weather
Stranger watched his shoes, from his
mouth nothing but blether.

Just like the rest of us,
what matters doesn’t matter.
Doesn’t matter at all.

How do you do?
And do I really know you?
You call me a friend, for all I
Know your brain pretends

Just like the rest of us,
what matters doesn’t matter.
Doesn’t matter at all.

A thousand generation
We still remain the Ape.
No place for aberration
When will we escape?

Chit chat, small talk
Where’s the conversation?
Why do we feel the urge, not to
hear the voice of contemplation?

Now take your time, this is
a call for confrontation.
Now make up your mind, the last
chance for our salvation!

Just for the rest of us
What matters really matters,
It really matters for all.

A thousand generation
We still remain the Ape.
No place for aberration
When will we escape?
escape
ape

The way it Goes – 2017

Footsteps dancing naked on the wooden parquet floor,
Your hear falls on your shoulders, just the way I like it so.
And all I do is sit here, to watch the way you move
Your feet. They float above the floor.
You swirl around my needs.

All that matters, All what’s real is here.
All that matters, All I need, is here.

Your hands upon my shoulders and I know it is for real.
It’s just those little things, you know, appealing as they seem.
And all I do is sit here, and feel the way you squeeze
My shoulders. I seem to let it go.

And all that matters, all what’s real is here
All that matters, All I need, is here