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Zywa Nov 6
The storm growls and howls

through splits in the hollow wall --


like a house *****.
Novella "De pagode" ("The pagoda", 1992, Gerrit Komrij), page 29-30

Collection "Within the walls"
Zywa Oct 16
Like raindrops tapping

on a roof, the pedals tick --


against the music.
Composition "******" (the god of the winds, 2023, Klaas de Vries) for *****, performed by Francesca Ajossa in the Organpark on October 12th, 2024

Collection "org anp ARK" #32
Xan Aug 31
I said 'I love you'
To you
Not anyone else

I'd lie
Rob
Leave
Block
Just do ANYTHING

All for you
You and you only
But when you leave..
Leave me

I'm gone
Your my everything
Your my world
I must've been a fool..
To believe you bluff

It stung, dear
It stung as if glass
Were in my eyes
My skin
My organs

I was so attached
So blind and foolish to not see it
See your lies
Zywa Aug 2023
Angels come flying

in, hear, here must be heaven --


where the ***** sounds.
"A Song for St. Cecilia's Day" (1687, John Dryden), Stanza 7

Collection "No wonder"
Zywa Feb 2022
The large pipe *****

is building up walls of sound --


a castle in air.
Anton Bruckner
Organpark, Amsterdam, October 21st, 2011

Collection "org anp ark" #8
Maja Jun 2020
Goodness comes not from your heart, which is an *****,
but from the memories and choices, you chose to do
Not from the heart as some say. The heart is merely an ***** that everyone has. Both bad people, and good people. Having a heart does not make you a good person.
Doing good deeds for the good of people makes you a good person.
Annie Mar 2020
I had a dream
Leaping stone to stone
Above a stream
Beneath me faces
Of the dead and old
Around the mist
Of the silent cold

I ran from place to place
Enflaming candlelight
Step by step along
A never ending staircase
Arriving on the top of
A tower, left alone

Haunted by a wooden rockinghorse
I threw down marble stone

By which I made a sacrifice
To fires burning bright
That saved me with its blazing flame
Within this bitter night

(And when I woke I saw it clear
As morning sun after a storm
My memories I couldn't bear
Still stuck in me like roses thorns)
A dream I experienced after assisting my first ***** donation.
Heidi Franke Feb 2020
The liver
Is a mother
It takes in the bad stuff
of the body
    (the **** that no other *****
No other person wants)
Clean things up
Sometimes, the liver fails
But, it can grow new tissue too
Mother's are resilient
So, ya see,
"it is always something"
Written during my son's mental health crisis. Reminding myself there is always a way to turn something around into a positive. Usually.
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