I stand at the feet
of this stunning sunset,
The sparks in my eyes,
light each star.

          Rhythm of each twinkle,
          synced with that of my own.
          Strong and sure,
          albeit few and far.

Nameless wind brings to me,
stories of silky clouds
I pull your smile deep in my heart
and finally can breathe.

          Familiar words
          without cloaks nor shrouds.
          Just words...
          Yours and mine to reveal what
          our hearts would unsheathe.

What day is this?
Perfect to find
the rebirth of
freshly dewed dreams.

          It isn't yesterday
          nor is it tomorrow
          It's today...
          Where the sun would see us
          weave our tapestries
          through promise-bound seams.

I feel deep in my heart,
a fluttery stirring,
A hope,
a strength to reach out to you.

          This hope you speak of...
          Tethered by no thread or string
          Mending my universe
          and making it new.

          So now I stand
          at the end of this set...
          Seeking the beacon
          that I had known.
          I'd again brave through this day
          tomorrow...
          Just so that I could hear your heart
          that beats with my own...


     *Dajena M
     *ryn

On the streets of Antwerp
There are visible areas
There are borders dividing
Different ethnicities,
Cultures and languages
There are areas
By income and colleges

There are also invisible areas
Corners taken in by the homeless
There's Antwerp's most famous
Louis, alcoholic and ex-military
Best known for saving two children
And writing a book
He said he never liked to live within 4 walls
Making about €150 a day
Sitting on Astrid Square
Going on 30 years now

There's the Scottish poet
Who spits rhymes
Like they came off a conveyor
He cited one for me once
I regretted it instantly
But at least I know now
What rhymes with *****
He hangs around the Central Station
And enjoys summer nights

There's Chippy the one with the dreads
Hangs around the Cathedral
And keeps an eye on the youth
In good terms with the police he is
No fights or broken bottles
Where he roams
Surrounded by the usual Gang
Of surprisingly well kept
Ladies and Gents
With their trolleys and carts

There's the very skinny one
Who once kept company
To a friend of mine
And exchaned his bike
For a loaf of bread
She smiled and told him
To keep the bike and the bread
He felt it was his job
To protect her
And guide her back home

Then there's "Santa"
Not much known about him
His spot is by Frituur N* 1
Best fries in the city
He wears a kilt and a red jacket
White beard and hair
A shiny bald spot in the center of his head
He speaks German loudly
To everyone and anyone
Bright red nose and square glasses

Now as I stroll about the streets
I know where to expect to see them
But to my surprise one day
Santa was gone
Had they taken him away?
Did the City of Antwerp
Reclaim their streets?
Did he die in the winter cold?
I put my pink glasses on and figured
Maybe he went to get beer.

And then one day years later
I spotted him... Yes it was him!
He wore neat blue jeans
And a purple well kept sweater
Glasses with a modern green frame
Hair and beard cut and brushed
He walked with a quick pase
Seemingly on his way back
To Frituur N* 1
Roaring in German louder than ever!
With a sting in my heart I watched him go back to his corner.

The civil war's not over
The sides are re-arranged
Those who once were allies
Now, they are estranged
The uniforms don't matter
It's now the colour of their skin
That's put the country back
To when the trouble did begin

Slavery abolished?
Have you looked outside your door?
Just take some time and ask yourself
Just who you're working for
The civil war's not over
It didn't ever end
Just watch your local nightly news
and see it's continuing my friend

America is burning
The flames are getting higher
The country's feeding on itself
Throw more fuel on the fire
Ferguson and Baltimore
are the start of the new pyre
America is burning
Throw more fuel on the fire

One percent to ninety nine
That's slavery to me
It's not just racial segregation
There's more than that to see
The civil war's not over
It's continued rolling on
It will stay there in the background
It's the country's most successful con

Johnny comes marching home again...hurrah, hurrah
Johnny comes marching home again...hurrah, hurrah
The country will be burning when he comes
From a war where no one really won
As another town burns, for all the world to see

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

Occasionally I hear voices,



White noise of others choices.



I flick them away, like flies.



Deep, oh so deep, the ego lies.



Whilst spreading in all directions,



Dividing into self made sections.



I have effaced myself.



I am now in the silence before I was born.



All my affectations shorn,



Cocooned in nothingness.



I do not miss the smell of jasmine



Or watching the blossom fall,



The deliciousness of chocolate,



Hearing the cuckoos call,



Touching the silk of your skin,



I do not miss anything, for I am within.



This body, left to mind, now realises



Everything is absurd,



Dreamland is another word.



Externally the machine makes another sound,



My lungs now fill, oxygen found.

Grandpa Ody retired, content
Worked at GM all his life
The entire family drives Opel
20% discount with a form
Provided by Ody

Now my stepdad married my mum
Making me his daughter
Through their union
We drive an Opel too
Many sets of Opel keys on the dinner table

It may serve us to know
That we recognize our keys
By one glance, one main indicator
For most of us; the Opel car key
Who knows the difference after a few drinks

And so I switched our keys
With those of my stepdad
He glanced at them a few times
Something was wrong
"Nah it must be in my head"

We've payed for our drinks
Thanked everyone
Three kisses in Belgium
Our cars are parked across each other
Click says the lock of our car

Quickly we unlock the other car....
We say goodbye...

"Who took my keys?!"

On clouds of gold, warm and soft



The sweet breezes bring me back to you.



The scents of times gone by, awake my soul



Transport me back on humming birds wings,



Rainbow flutterings, that carry me to lost times,



Memories, as soft as feathers rain down, and



Awake the reminiscences in my heart,



As gentle as baby breath they flow,



Through me until my soul has melted,



And droplets pour unfettered onto the ground.



Trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind,



The chill of loss and all that is lost, envelops me



Oh my sacred love, adored beyond dreams,



My all, my life, my laughter, come back to me



Dont leave me with no sound in my deaf ears,



No words from your mute lips.

It's strange the things I remember
I could never really put it down
But it seems to make more sense
Now that I'm required to remember
Things I begged to forget

I wanted to remember the bad
And forget all about the good
Hoping I could put it passed me
And as my brain is an obedient servant
I forgot all the good and kept the bad

It's hard to see you any other way now

I can't remember my first schoolday
Just a few last ones
But I can remember my first word
It was "thank you"
Although I meant to say "please"

I can't remember the names
Of my classmates from primary school
But I remember that day we got lost
I was 3 years old
And how scared I was

Just like that I can't remember
How you made me feel
But I remember what you said
I can't remember what you meant
But I can see the letters appearing before me

On rugged cliffs, where the sea beats,



He stands in deep contemplation,



A rare sanctuary, from human feet.



Everywhere, the majesty of creation.



Mother nature honours him with,



The most glorious front row seat.



Below a fuzzy peach and orange sky,



The sun glows, its last embers heat.

  

Elephantine rocks stand proud and tall,



It was such a beautiful spot to die,



The dark emerald waters rise and fall,



As he recollects the devastating lie.



His thoughts tumbling like the crashing sea,



He knows that he has to be strong,



When words are whispered ever so gently



“It is here where you belong.”




He looked around for the voices source,



Saw nothing in his sight,



How dare this voice stray him off his course,



Whilst acknowledging the words were right.

  

He stood for just a while longer,



His mind now calming like the sea,



So what if I heard that stupid lie,



It will not be the breaking of me.

  

Because he was made of atoms that formed,



The sky and the rocks and the sea, and



He learned that life was just a beautiful game,



Where he and nature were meant to be.

Someone once said
Mother Earth is as much
A part of us
As we are of Her
If we aknowledge that
Each ***** that sustains
Our intelligently designed existance
Each muscle that
Promotes our dynamic lives
Each cell that celebrates
Its small yet profound task
Within us,
Comes forth from the ground
We walk upon
We will see that the person
On the other side of the Earth
Is as much a part of us
As we are of Mother Earth

"Mommy I want to be just like you"
You snorted and looked up from the sewing machine:
Do you want to be poor?
But Mummy I never knew poverty
I never compared my clothes to other kids' clothes
Because you had perfected
The art of making them yourself
And perhaps you could not afford a babysitter
So we went bellydancing together
I remember I was 7
We got to play basketball and football
Practice swimming and Taekwondo
And maybe there were times when things weren't so easy
But you always gave all you had
Carried the world on your sholders
With your head held high
You let me walk freely against all your instincts
Because it was the right thing to do
Pulled me back right on time
And trusted again, like nothing had gone wrong
Fought for my honor like a fierce lioness
Forgave me my mistakes
And shielded me from the worst
Never gave up on our broken relationship
So when I say:
"Mommy I want to be just like you"
I mean I want to Love Unconditionally just like you
And maybe all parents do blame themselves
For everything possible and indeed, impossible
But I don't blame you and I cannot thank you enough

And when through tears, I recount you,



The words will spill a waterfall of blue.



For you, Oh my dearest love, for you,



Are now the frothy blossoms on the trees



You, my heart, who brought me to my knees.



You the gentle breezes entering my room,



Around me, surround me, with your perfume.



Your voice whispers from the logs on the fire,



It sings, floats, enters me as a ghostly choir.



Now the clock beats lento, I yearn to see



You again, my all, please beckon to me.



You left me with a precious legacy of love,



I see you twinkling in the diamonds above,



You left me with such an eternity of pain,



Drowning, falling, spinning in the rain.



So for now, I will murmur this refrain



Until we meet again, Angel, until we meet again