There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and *******.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.

Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page

And there; is where the painful laughter ends.

Baby I'm still learning...
Holding back on these emotions when I get mad
Knowing it's best to think it over before I speak
so I don't say some **** that'll hurt and make you feel sad
Lets not lose sight of our love
Pointing fingers like there ain't six pointing back at us
Lets try and keep this between you and me
cuz people can't criticize what they can't see
But if we must express ourselves let it be creatively
To inspire those who carry heavy loads and so that we're reminded to keep the peace
Yeah let there be peace amongst lovers
Through all storms we should be by each others sides
Holding it down through the rain and thunder
So let the softness of our voices keep the hearts tender and keep our minds at ease
And although they'll be ups and downs
may we always bring it back to common ground
and do our best to keep the peace

if ideas are lightbulbs,
my house is dark.
if ideas are fires,
mine has lost a spark.
if ideas are paintings,
my canvas is blank.
if ideas are boats,
mine just sank.

If one tries too hard to be deep
They end up stuck--
In the basement
Downstairs

The writer's mind,
Thoughts unwind,

Bring unto me your curiosities,
Your challenges and fears,
Your joys and salvations,

If I may,
I will speak your stories to my pen and paper,
Your thoughts unbound,
Unwound,

Speak to me your soul,
And forevermore may your tales speak to me,
Back to the writer's mind.

~Robert van Lingen