I write as a lover, before the storm.
The wolf pup in winter, seeking the warmth.
I write in a theatre made up of dreams.
Walking the tightrope, of my tensioned feelings.

Believing the gravity serves as my foe,
to bring me to earth, abandon my hope,
A pessimist calling.
I leave it a note.

I sing as the sibling, to decorate lives.
To wrap up those present, greet who arrive.
And each day is christmas, when siblings celebrate,
together they dine in the feast they create.

I work as the father, to wisen my hands.
To cultivate friendship with life and with land.

I love it regardless, this life that we have.

Now that he wants to

make it up, I understand:


he does what he can.

For even space is occupied,
There is both foreground & background.
That which is visible
And that which is elusive.

Like vapor from water forming clouds.
Like gaseous vents expelling
What can not be seen, but felt.

All is & all is connected.

Another day
of manoeuvring
in the holy triangle
of languor, passion and harmony

In my blood, lethargy is floating
lazily along banks and jetties
It lies down
in the signal boxes

of my muscles and mood
as the prey of the fighters
who ignore the night
to make a party

of my life, now or never
to participate, out of desire
for happiness
that is short-lived

What would you have to lose
If you chose to run away?
Cause that's what I've been wondering
When my nightmares keep me awake.

Would your thoughts race for hours
With the memories of our secret place,
If you could forsee my disappearance
If you knew that we would change?

Perhaps this feeling is not justified
Because I'm over-analyzing things,
When I'm aiming for an equilibrium
In the friendships that I make.

Cause when I consider endless factors
That I cannot control and have to face,
I realize perfection is not possible
For a human to attain.

Feed your demons,
don't starve them,
but don't stuff them with food too much neither.

Find a balance, keep them satisfied.
That's how they will remain in the line
and obey you.

Love them to some extent.
Never show them
that you hate that they hate you.

Let me hold you between my two hands.
You have schmutz on your face and
Fleas in your fur, Poor baby.

Your head sags between your shoulders.
Your tail retreats beneath you
Don’t be scared, sweet baby.

I have something nourishing for you to eat.
Let me love you, you deserve it.
Please don’t bite, Honey baby.

For forever I will reach out to rescue you.
Knowing you will fight me for it.
Always will I wait, my love.