De zon straalt met een schitterende
schijn, door een raam half geopend
Illusies van hoop en een nieuwe start
brengt zij onvermijdelijk met zich mee

Illusies onvermijdelijk doorprikt tegen
het einde van de dag, wanneer
de wanhoop en het gemis weer
*** lelijke kop opsteken

Doch ook is er de hoop, de wens dat
deze dag anders zijn zal
De hoop, de wens dat de wind
alle zelf-medelijden en onlust als
te lang ongeroerd gelaten stof opneemt en...

en wegblaast
                door de bladeren van de klimop

wegblaast
                naar de schitterend schijnende zon

Open it creaks
slowly and dryly
light inside creeps

Shyly and slyly it seeps
feels and smells
all fears and jeers

Borne from the self
then thrown shut
and locked from within

This procession
of concessions to
impressions of
preconceptions

Abandoned to cruel games
of flickering shadows
bringing fear and shame
to the constricted mind
of a fading flame

Rooms full of mirrors
Fields of broken glass
Reflections of hopes and dreams
slowly gathering dust
To be torn down at last

One foot forward
at the edge of a cliff

Take a step forward
into the abyss

One step for darkness
One step for death
One step for silence
just one step ahead

droop their golden
bright heads when I lop
them off and place them in
a vase, bring them home –
to my place
I know I should leave them
alone
to stand ***** against
the cornstarch skies
and butterball of rays that
fly
but I want them badly
and even though I add them
to water
they always cry –
to be uncut
and live outside
to have the air and waltz
with the wind
they shed their yellow tears
on top of my table
and if I was able
to put them back on their stalks
I would walk out
and do it myself
and so, their depressed faces
fall
and rain yellow drops
of shame
all over my table-top
It’s cruel that I took them
inside -
never to see the sun
again
whence their name is
reminiscent of –
the golden orb of love

Whispers from a voice

A voice from a distant time
Time filled with only noise
Noise that always made me blind


Whispers creeping slow

Slowly crawling in my mind
My mind's begun to flow
Flow like the deserted night


Whispers feeling cold

Cold unlike the blazing fire
Fire glowing bright and bold
Bold as we begin to climb