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devi Jun 2019
“I feel no more that I am
I was
or ever will be”

let it be your freedom
not your prison
free yourself
devi Sep 2019
I breathe in
and you fill my lungs
I exhale in love

Don’t you know?
(you are my air)
devi Apr 2019
I wish i could just call you and
say: “Heyy, i know we haven’t
spoken in a while. But i would
love to just get in the car with
you and drive away from this
all. Hide in the woods, travel
with only some books. Buy
some groceries on the way,
cook some lovely dinners and
just enjoy each other’s
company for a few days. To
simply sit in silence together or
talk every minute or two. Me
not wanting anything from you
and you nothing more from me,
other than breathing together
while exchanging our energy.”
But I won’t, I stopped running away with people I should run from
devi Jun 2021
because we’re all nothing more than
a number, right?
or
are we more?

either way,
I suppose you act accordingly!
devi Oct 2023
“They didn’t understand how she lived a hundred lives, and died ninety-nine,

while they only dared to live one”
devi Aug 2023
To believe in art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit drunk.
At least.

How else can you show the world
the inside of your mind

without being called crazy?

How else can you explain
that what you create
is your version of a reality

that lives inside your head?

It’s a gift of sharing
in words, colors, forms

or expressions born for impression.

To create art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit high.
At least.

to be able to walk on the border
of worlds unexplored

but explained by a single thread
stroke
or word.

To grasp with your hands
where no man has hands to reach

let alone dare to walk on bare feet.

To be an artist
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit delusional.
At least.

To understand
that what we see

only lies in the one who beholds
not our vision
but what they dream.

That free form is mere
a bridge
built

between different worlds
and we hold the keys.

To be art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit dark.
At least.

For what we see
can only become real

when we’re feeding of virtues
believes

or simply of how deep
and intensely
we are able to feel.

Unmorally explaining
without apologies
that there is more

than just here.

Showing off
without meaning to
only to please

and silence our own voices
that scream
waiting to be set free.

To Art,
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit drunk.
At least.
devi Sep 2021
I never try to be anything
Instead I am whatever I need to be
I accept what I perceive
What I see is what I know
What I sense is what I feel
What I think is the frame
The equation is me
And the solution is the truth
It’s absolute
I am absolute
It always wants to be free
devi May 2019
and when it falls
it drops down
losing all form of complexion
lost in boundless shapes
purely placed
in effortless waves


i see you
in perfection
devi Sep 2018
Gebroken
verslonden
kapot
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
het is ingestort
buiten
en van binnen

Elke steen ooit gelegd is gevormd door jouw handen
neergelegd met een precisie als geen ander
het cement zo sterk, dat het elk blok omarmde
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen

Alles omarmende warmte wat eruit raasde
alsof het nooit zo is geweest, zoekend als dwazen
hetgeen wat we ooit als een rots in de branding voorzagen
de muren zijn weggeblazen
de vloer onder mijn voeten weggevaagd
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen

Oorverdovende herrie dat het maakte
toen één voor één de stenen vielen
de hemel brak open
evenals het geluid van binnen, nu buiten, schreeuwend en krakend
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen

Wat ooit geborgen was, staat nu vrij om te raken
zo geschiedt, het lag immers open voor de gevaren
tot de blik op de edelen haar ***** verraadde
het werd zichtbaar, de klok tegen het geheime wapen
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen

Als gegeven lagen ze er voor het oprapen
een voor een tot aan de daken
met eigen handen gebouwen om te bewaken
opende het de deuren tot alle ramen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen

Het haard inmiddels geladen
wat koud en kil was, is met volle vuren nu rustig aan het garen
tot in elke hoek weer een keer de zachte adem heeft geblazen
lege ruimtes langzaam gehuld in verhalen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen

Stap bij stap is elk blok aangeraakt, vormend in lagen
van buiten naar binnen en van binnen naar buiten, het is omgeslagen
met stenen, hand gesmeden
opnieuw de warmte in gekneden
van jou overgedragen op mij, een thuis door gekregen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
alleen maar juwelen
buiten
en van binnen.
devi Sep 2023
We don’t cry ourselves to sleep
we turn the page and move on
we laugh, we sing, we dance, we brawl

And continue like nothing is wrong
because we are the ones who get to live
while others died, not letting it be in vain

We write new chapters, open another book
and that’s how we start all over again
it’s simply the only way we know how

Sometimes we may drown for a while
but the tears come as fast as they go
minutes later we wipe away all of the hurt

But we don’t forget the dead
every step we take, we take them with us
while we continue to stay in the game

We have lost without getting lost
we crawled ourselves out of the depths
and took no skeletons with us back up

Inspire those still blind, clueless or in denial
we didn’t survive, we accepted and understood
instead of holding on to what is already gone

Experienced the pain, and continued the same
celebrate ourselves even if nobody can see
and get ready for another one of life’s rounds

Until we say our own goodbyes and leave
when it’s our turn to be mourned
carrying on the cycle of never-ending grief
devi Sep 2023
I would’ve thought
it couldn’t get any better than it did
but instead it lifted off into something
that I couldn’t even dream of

It hits differently
when you least expect it
when you have given up

We’re still very new
and it’s all very fresh
we met months ago
and not once did he gave me the feeling
he wanted to let go

I know I’m not the easiest to get to know
I’d rather stay to myself
than indulge in a fantasy
that feeds my hungry heart

But he showed me more patience
than I have for myself
doesn’t believe in my online presence
as much as he does when we’re together
when I’m all ears and he has all of my attention

He understands
the hidden lines in my sensitivity
when I’m not there
and keeps close to his heart
all that I’ve said about how I look at love

It’s in the ways when we’re together
not looking away, no jealousy games
confident in who he is
and aware of the company he is with

We catch eyes
as if we are the lead stars in a movie
everybody wants to watch
but he doesn’t get carried away
with the energy we are able to omit
he invests it back in us
and so do I

Listening to the rhythm of our hearts
rather than anybody who isn’t apart
of what we have in our minds

A love like this
is everything I dreamt of
where our influence is made to make us
instead of being used to grow apart

I don’t know how to explain
how special this is to me
when my experiences has taught me
to never be in love again

But he is a world I want to be a part of
as much as I am letting him have
not only a home in my heart
but also a place in my thoughts
which are my most pridest and private parts

The love that grows from this
is one I will cherish
for as long as I can have it
and protect it
as he does me
creating a heaven
for me to be truly free
where I feel save in his embrace

And in return I will built
for him a paradise
to thrive in
follow his passions to end of the world
we created together

I would love to scream
at the top of my lungs
of the luck I feel being only his
as much as he is only mine
but instead I will keep it close to me
live it instead
so all the energy we create
is only for us to have
devi Oct 2021
You don’t know when the bullet is gonna blow
and when the trigger gets pulled,

I don’t care which way the barrel is pointed,
I don’t care which way the bullet goes.
devi Nov 2018
begrijpend lezen
met ogen dicht

als braille op je huid
streel ik je
verhalen tot het geluid

je lippen verlaat
en verraadt
wat men niet kan zeggen

het zal me vertellen
zonder spraak
vloeiend op de vibraties
in de lucht

zuchtend van geluk en zaligheid
verspreiden de teksten
naar plekken

die alleen de tong bereiken

als muziek
verdovend spelen met tonen
klimmend in hoogtes

waar octaven
worden gehaald in
namen

vereeuwigd in bevrediging

tot weer terug beneden
zachtjes bevend
dalen naar aarde

precies hier
waar gevoel deelt
en met geen woord beschrijft

*** eenheid voelt
*** de sterren stralen in liefde
de puurheid
omschrijft

van het ervaren
van kosmische frequenties
dat je pas begrijpt

wat het gefluister is
dat achter blijft hangen

als oeroude poëzie
omgetoverd in universele talen
met een orgastisch bereik

—————
gesproken in tijd
gedeeld met jou
—————
devi Jun 2021
I don’t attach,
I just melt right into you
devi Oct 2018
“'Sweetheart, stop running around
breaking hearts and start healing hearts.”

“Only then you can heal yours.”
devi Oct 2023
“The heart is born ageless
put to test against time

How can love know an end
when infinity fills the cup of life

The body a mere instrument
boundless atoms we call mine

Like a fresh morning during spring
dew spreading without any strife

There is no secret in the circle of life
by knowing both sides of a dime

The beating heart turned to a relic
bound to return without asking why

Protest is futile, so is denial
upon the arrival back to the divine”

——

“The bird of the night has come
speaking of ol’ wives tales

Disappears after losing its feathers
after catching the Mother’s tears

Her hand is clutched tight
together withstanding the fire

The songs played so mercifully
making the soul weep so quiet

Bouncing drops of harmony
gathered together for the fight

Knocking the wooden door rhythmically
unheared while dancing into the night

Dawn was calling out for a break
covered in the ashes of the light

And so continued singing aloud
till all of our cups dried out”

———

“Filled with glee and joy
was the garden to explore

The flowers fragrantly bedded
the trees home to one-stop passengers

Looking for a place to stay
scavengers of food, hiding in the shade

Or for shelter, to keep dry
lay under a roof full of leaves

Together with the forget-me-nots
and a sky full of stars to believe

Gifted a million chances to see
all that is when one is open to receive

Tomorrow’s wishes may never be again
today is already granted to thee

So when the rooster sings its melody
let the heart dance as in your dreams”
devi Oct 2018
— - —
Call it magic if you may
the sun, the moon’s pray

Constantly chasing each other
day after night, night after day

Such a perfect contradiction they make

Putting together the right ingredients
to complement each coloured ray

When one were to fall the other
would silently rise, filling its place

With every small step they take,
synchronicity follows without ever
missing a beat

So on they move

Completely balanced,
without anybody taking the lead

In the beauty they unfold upon us
this has to be
one of the most wondrous spectacles
if you ask me

Words are unable to measure
by any means their lightning show
how they glow with a radiance
that highlights their power and control

Or how they never let
each other down
Or stand in each other’s sway

No envy I feel
nor does appreciate is able to say

The truths about their nature,
always ready to unveil
hidden in every passage lay
the constant sacrifices they have made

The forces that pulls
each other so close
the same it pushes away, too

If one steps out of place,
all falls out of space and will be let loose

With lightyears of travelling
they unified their bond but are still
bound to live in separation

I admire you,
from a far

An admiration so magnificent
it cannot be free
One of the most magical things
enabling us to see

Right on time
as ever so soon

The dance
between the sun and the moon.
— - —
a mere spectator
devi Sep 2023
I wrote all that we weren’t
but wished I had chosen for instead
I wrote down all of my sorrow
for what in my heart I didn’t follow
Turn it into a new memory instead

maybe a future one yet to be made by me

I do not live with any regrets, no hate
nor any pity things as revenge

The only thing someone can blame me for
is moving on from an unhealthy situation
quickly and no words said

The truth is, grateful is all I can feel
even when things turn out bad
it’s my responsibility to me
to see my own flaws in every story
and make sure to be prepared
for another round as long as I am here

The rest is simply not on me

So I congratulate myself
to getting one step closer to a better path
Learning by lessons
I was still unaware I had
keep all that energy to myself
and change, grow into something better
holding still all in my heart
the hopes, dreams and wishes
for a greater tomorrow
devi Nov 2018
A bow around the present

————-
anything else is a gift
devi Jul 2019
It never dawned on me
until your eyes finally met mine

How a mere reflection of what once was,
could still shine so brightly

As if you broke a mirror and beamed your
light upon each part that is still you
(and baby, I think you’re absolutely dazzling)
devi Sep 2023
He opened the door and I walked in,
the air was intense already
heavy and thick
laced with all the things
we were both feeling

and I almost couldn’t breathe

I was nervous, yet calm
it was the seventh time we would meet
my body was tantalizing
but my heartbeat slow and steady

Until then, we had touched briefly
he never went straight for the ****
and neither did I

Anticipating and building
a momentum
shared already in dreams

We had talked about it,
shared our needs
discussed all of our desires
and how we would like to feel

Mind-fuckīng
at best
exactly as it is supposed to be

He had cooked for me
a fine dining once again
but this time made from his own hands

As if he knew precisely
what I am into
the level of life I like
and it smelled almost as amazing
as he did

He showed me around
indulged me in his taste
for another round of perfection

We headed for the kitchen
he grabbed a second glass
to pour in some wine
as I reached for the bottle next to him

My arm grazed his side
and we exchanged a look
we both instantly deciphered

Before I knew
I was up on the counter
with him between my thighs
who needs dinner
when we can have a full course
with an exotic palate to explore

It was more than desire
lust or want
it was roaring
down from the deepest parts

And I was lost
in this perfect combination
of high-end while downright *****
ready to bend in ways
I didn’t know I could yet

And man,
we went to heaven
and back
as he lifted me with one hand
from the table, couch
up against the wall
and into his bed

Looking down on him
with his body between my legs
it must have been
one of the most sensational
pictures I have captured yet

My hands on his chest
thinking he is sculpted as a God
as we locked eyes
and I moved as the waters
waves crashing on the sand

Until I heard my name escape
depart from the shoreline
of his lips against mine
hands above his head
my fingers entwined
as we both let go our release
perfectly at the same time

Dinner was served
and dessert in its finest class
both fresh out of breath
we looked at each other
our eyes laughed
as he pulled me onto his chest

And he said
“I’ve never had the pleasure before
of meeting a Goddess,
let alone having her in my bed.”
devi Nov 2018
It has been a while in time

-—However not out of reach

I was trying to climb highs

-—I’d dared not before dream


The whisper that followed

-—My every step into more sorrow

Softening with thy gentle hum

-—The less of the hollow I become


Not in view but within my range

-—I’ve settled a life within a place

Stiller, the quieter, the strange

-—A hymn has me filled my gaze


Covering the eyes, I have them closed

-—For it’s in the heartbeat, ye old drum

The beat swung with wings that started to sing

—I thought I recognized the song


Laying still, bathed, I bask in your suns

—-I absorb thy lights and the winds blow in my back

All so I can let them move me as one
A visit from the nightingale
devi Sep 2018
Every once in a while I see you sitting on a branch

The beautiful nightingale in its form

Always singing exquisitely beautiful songs

Why the mind never stop seeking

To which frequency it belongs



With absolute stillness, there is able to find

The music that plays, is made to hide

Verses that cannot put into words

What the galaxies describe



With a universal language

If one listens, can unwind

The wool of what is spun

Structured and wired

In the most delicate way

From the beginning to every gentle laced hum



Now fly away again; with all of the harmony lifting notes you sung



My love, for I will follow the thread

As far as there is no more

Untill I can feel the wind move between the feathers

And the beauty of true love sounds embraces my hearts warmth
visits from the nightingale
devi Sep 2023
‘If time was the only currency in the world’

How would you spend it?
What would you do?

Would you invest it in people
or would you invest it in you?

‘I am not my body
nor are you’

How would you use your energy?
How would you use time in order to transmute?

‘Knowledge is power
and Wisdom is truth’

Which is more important?
Which one would you choose?

‘From all the riches of the world
to all the riches in you’

Do you look inside yourself
or do you look at everybody but you?

What is it you dare to pursue?
I would like to know
devi May 2019
I'm build from the fire
that evens you with the ground

I rise
whenever you fall

don’t underestimate the power
of a builder

we can see a house
even if it’s broken down

— The End —