deze weg in het donker
vochtig van de regen
lang door het begin
omringt door zwart
behalve midden in

alleen loop ik, hem
en het einde is zoek
wie zal het terugvinden
wanneer begint het begin
of zal ik het verslinden

wanneer harten niet te controleren zijn
zijn monden het juist te vaak
maar luisteren, zullen zij nooit
bij het uitsteken van mijn stopbord
is het tegenovergestelde raak

zoals deze eindeloze weg
gespleten in twee

de maan streelt mijn naakte huid
teder en zacht
net of iemand op mij wacht
daar in het hoekje van het natte dakraam
ver weg
schijnt toch zo voldaan

en al is haar blanke gloed
slechts een reflectie van
een verdoofd licht
zo veel die reflectie mij kan schenken
want ook de maan heeft meer dan één gezicht

's nachts toont ze soms bescheiden een lach
wachtend op de overname van de zon
wachtend op een nieuwe dag

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
A season of love and cheer
A time to give and forgive
And hold one’s family dear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
A lovely time of the year.
A time to  sing and worship
And to cast away all fear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
When hope is made so clear.
And faith lights the path anew
With a message for all to hear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
And may its truth forever chime.

In this very moment the world could end, yet it wouldn't make a difference to me.

In this very moment my heart could stop, yet I'd be happier than I ever could be.

In this very moment I could ponder the sky, at this point in time to question the why?

In this very moment I don't see quite clearly, but in my heart and for a start I'm beginning to hold you dearly.

In this very moment I'm a little scared to ask, I hope in time to find my rhyme and be ready for this task.

In this very moment I'm glad to have a friend, seems a true companion lieu of nonfeasance towards my end.

In this very moment I am found unknown, truth be told to tell the truth  my soft hearts turn to stone.

In this very moment my broken soul is crying my mind is slowly shutting down my body surely dying.

In the end it makes no difference I'll live and die the same, a grand old tale to sing aloud and play this long drawn game.

They call me crazy
Not the soft sad sighs crazy
No, I’m the crack-snap-crash
Crazy, in your face crazy
But then again, aren’t we all?

it hurts, you know?
what you say, what you do
i'll put up with it anyway
even when i know it's toxic
your actions fake,
untrue.
it's hard, you know?
when all you do is complain
i listen to it anyway
wishing i had half the problems you do
makes me resentful,
insane.
please know
what i say, what i do
you should put up with anyway
listen and care, compromise
be unselfish and optimistic
even if for an hour,
a day.
i'm tired of not feeling like a person
but this won't escape me
i won't tell you, no
it just hurts
and it's hard
really
you know?

starry night
rest your wings
upon a branch
while
the restless
ravens bloom
this night
a second chance

Even though I am here physically,
does not mean I am here mentally.
Right now I am away,
from all the pain and disappointment
I call, school, home the city I live in and
I don't want to be here