Blijf bij mij

'je mag me alles vragen, ik zal het ondergaan maar ga dan met me mee'

Philippe Robrecht, 1993

Lief,

winter nerft 't hart dat ooit lente was

zielloos, roekeloos, rouwband in de haren 

't leven tot nog toe

mijn kind, 't mooiste wat ik kreeg,

k'gaf je de kunst te glimlachen en de ziel 

van Victoriaanse dichters, 

wiegde je op zomeravonden

fluisterstil tot slaap,

Ach, huilen doe 'k nimmer, 

m'n ogen kristal en als ik stiltes in acht neem

ben je tegenwoordig nergens overal,

schilder

..❄️..

Spring Symphony Blues

'god knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts'

Birdie, 2011

as light hits the pale skin, you know

you always know

or 't seems you did

all along

hard to place,

but then again

crime, little crimes

big perspectives in time.

Watch them grow,

the poppies of spring

sweet painter my love

watch them grow from my watchtower

the world goes cold

...❄️...

Whistle

Willow and I

Take back yesterday

no one said it' d be easy

let your old man take you home 

but know that if you walk out on me

darling i’d be gone

Jon Bongiovi, 1995

life might have been great love
clumsy kiss…clumsy touch
but that thrill
I was alive
alive
I’ll always keep up finding
you, the moment, the fall
skyhigh

switch on the stars my love,
tell me how they fall
‘cause soon, so soon
all will turn cold

…

23

If I should die this very day,

don't cry, cause on earth we wasn't meant to stay

Whitney Houston, 1998

stormy stormy waves

I love the air, silky salt scent

it's taking control of my heart

this old heart

can't really define

guess...it's my time

time

time

Out of my reach

Le lac bleu

Les yeux tendre,

la Lumière s’eteint

viens, viens me voir

de temps en temps

ou lac bleu,

te rapelle tu? 

Le lac et les coquelicot rouge

les lis d’eau blanc

viens, viens me voir

il est temps

...

Blauw

'niet zo half aanwezig als bij jou'

Luc Devos, 1998

'k zie, oogleden dicht roestige vleugels onder vermomming

tijdloos, echter tweemaal in een decennia

is er eentje teveel.

Breekbaar waren stralen zonlicht op de zwarte gedaante

die je was mijn lief,

't balsemt het hart dat kreunt

hartendief

...

The color blue

'got a license to kill, and you know I'm going straight for your heart'

Gladys Knight, 1989

As I lay dying, bury all thoughts within
no public or sacred stone
just a big black hole
throw me in
I shall not cry
shall never go hungry again

tresspasser, can't you tell?
if you can see me,
you're dead aswell

...

I make rain

Sometimes love, 

I'm drawn to the open window of my bedroom

when night, ever still, invites me

'come along' she'll whisper 

glowing stars, like little eyes, see 

tell me, 

are you planning an escape soon?

Either way, 

I'm waiting 

under the silky moon

...

Sweet little dreams

The Calling

't staketsel

meeuwen cirkelen stukjes hart
her, der gestrooid of verloren
misschien bewust
onverwacht
nooit bedoeld daar te komen

Op 't bankje gericht naar zee
't Oostends staketsel volle pracht
roodtinten mengen lucht en water
de meeuwen vloeken met stukjes hart

Oostende, niet eens m'n stad
maar 'n bries duwde in mijn veren
overnaadse lichte dwang
'k mocht hier nimmer aanmeren


...

Nightshift

Mid 2015, out of the blue...

shattered not broken, what is seen remains
the hollow little soul
glassy green eyes
the many questions and wonder why's

It was all but summer madness,
all not lost, I thought, you said
everything has it height
but none sunk so low

Soon another chapter, a phase, a coincidence
we'll never meet again

...

Dark room Honey

No strings

'don't think that your charm and the fact that your an Artist makes up for the heartbreaking times'

Stolen, so much more then pride

a heart, a soul and a fragile Lily

from a secret garden

Brickx and blood

ruined my walls

and left me

pushing daisies

from that day on

Hope you had fun

that day you picked the petales 

' I do, I don't

love her

Everybody's fool

Willow❤

How to kill a fosterheart

would an earthly way of loving,

my love

let your heart beat @ ease?

What becomes of every kind of right?

When the only right I know is 

to be remaining the silent one

There is no random act of acting

it will always be, them and me

and all you've done and will do

is all and only you

'I agree love, I'm born without a spine'

...

'n koperen munt op drijfijs

Lieve winter,
mantel m’n kilte
traan tot kristal
’t verdwijnen lonkt
anonieme stilte
het allermooiste spreken
lees ik van ’n scherm

lieve lieve winter,
leest geen Poëzie
doch opent grijze lucht
vijftig tinten nostalgie

whether the poet is crazy or broken

It’s true, I died that day
and the many days after,
so tormented
still tormented
and stained

It’s true, it resonates every raindrop
Caught in my hair, floating down skin
to die love from despair

The painter took, stole to keep
conscience and soul
for the sake of saviour
for his sake alone

‘now centuries pas and so many more to go, never again shall darkness feel so cold’