Essence of wealth
Inheritance health
Jealousy divine
Life changes
Rearrange of financial eyes
Hidden and full of surprises
****** on the mind
Thought of inheritance
Wealthy promise
The rage
Death will come to one
Elegant party
Drinks and dancing all around
Conversations flow
Suddenly a fall then death
Pronounced Dead
Poison found in the drink
That sip
Situation now a circumstance
Mystery Murderer
The outcome will turn into clues
The murderer wants to redirect and bring uncertainty to confuse
Who done it will satisfy defuse
The Murderer was hidden in the back without being seen
Poison was poured into the inheritance glass without being detected
The Murderer wanted to make sure the death came quick
What the Murderer forgot gloves were worn
However, there was a thump print from the glove on the glass
It matched the actual print of the murderer
In fact, the murderer is wearing at that moment the same glove
Alibi after alibi formulated
The clues found the Murderer guilty of all counts
Police rushed in from being summoned prior
The Murderer questioned and testified to the crime
The inheritance should have been the Murderer since they were written out of the WILL
If the Murderer couldn't get the Fortune, no one will
Later, arrested on the spot
****** uncovered
Poet ****** wrote that was encountered

We all dream of the
Red mountains

We all think of the
Red mountains

No one speaks of the
Red mountains

We see them every night —
Getting bigger and bigger,
Closer and closer.
Yet every morning,
No one has the courage
To speak about the red mountains.

We all dream of the
Red mountains

We all think of the
Red mountains

No one speaks of the
Red mountains

How much can I love the one I love?
Enough to choose her every single time.
To hold her in silence when no one else did.
To give her joy, even if the world call it selfish.

I love myself more than anything—
so much that I never wait for permission
to taste happiness in its wildest form—
whether it’s praised or judged.

If your presence brings me joy,
I’ll treasure you like sunlight on my skin.
But the moment you bring thunder,
I’ll walk away without a second glance.
Not out of hate—
but out of love
for the girl who never deserves storms.

My love isn’t Romeo-Juliet.
I won’t die for absence,
I won’t disappear for someone else’s story.
I am not half of a whole.
I am the whole.

To love me is to stand beside me.
To leave me is to lose me.
And that, too, is love—
the kind that never begs, never breaks,
only blooms.

So ask me again—
how much can I love the one I love?
Enough to become the reason she survives.
Enough to stay.
Enough to walk away.

Enough to live

Love flows
like water over glass
it causes, storms
that shatters in pain.
Love are windows of opportunity
ever green forever again
Love gathers, shards
shoots stars
and covers the pain.

I learned to love
long after angels forgot how.
Long after the timing made sense.
Long after most people would admit it,
maybe out of shame.

But I learned to love.

Horizons shift slowly
where we are, here on deck
with open water all around

carrying our boat
to unknown land
with every wave and
wind that blows

This journey has no end
but ports in a row
bringing cargoes and fixes
after rough and calm seas

All questions posed
by currents and winds
you answer holding
your hand on the helm

steering the bow of the boat
with the flow and then higher
to stay on your course
with time on your side

Eelco van der Waals
4 August 2025