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’