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Wall paper bites man

I kept entering, feeling those
Old wooden floorboards under my feet,
Bringing me back from the outside
Where birds flew right through me,
While the wall paper bit you to pieces.

Unseen I had stood in front of the window
Looking in, watching us being apart
In black reflections until the door opened.
Warmth and promise came to approach me and so
I kept entering, feeling those.

Man in my street

With every church clock bang further from faith
he rises to absorb the Sunday morning,
reading the paper to comment the world
while his old dog sighs and waits patiently
like once his wife did, before she disappeared
into the fading wallpaper.

After the ringing of the bell the silence
Becomes too much for him to bear
And his own voice has nothing to say anymore.
He leaves the house to take the dog for a walk;
At that moment rain starts to pour and will be pouring
Till the moment he returns home. His dog knows this.


Remembrance as we had the time now;
Memories of the roller coaster kind
Came towards us both, apart in distance only.

We relived moments that lively existed in our past.
Where will your wonderful mind be with all you know
After every sun we ever saw will have set forever?

We didn’t wait for the moon to black the sun
But how we felt it, the cold grey silence,
that proof of nature’s sudden death. Do you remember?

We felt it apart from each other during that eclipse
when ducks were sleeping in the middle of the day,
and trains of memories passed us when the sun had mostly faded.

Last performance

We waited for the evening bird to sing
Away our weary thoughts, while holding hands.
The bird was late, we thought it lingering
Nearby, but silent, as it might have other plans.

Some shots were heard of a hunting man’s gun
Who must have aimed at our singing bird
As nothing happened and the night went on
Without its lovely music to be heard.

Then, there the singing started in the tree
When morning came along. We were content.
So lovely was his song for you and me.
He gave his best a while and then he went.

I found the bird with open eyes but dead
That morning, in cold rain and greyish light.
A bullet had destroyed its lovely head.
Its last song had been ours that very night.

The hunter died within a week from then.
No one could understand his sudden death.
In days he had become a weak old man
who spit out feathers taking his last breath.


The list

Why are we to forget and what not so:
You make a list with pro’s and con’s, both sides
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides
With facts from outer space when we let go.

I have forgotten age. Maybe it hides.
Why are we to forget and what not so:
A Winter’s night, a lovely time, the snow,
Or how we both felt during evening rides.

Have meanings clash! As if the world collides
With things, exceptional enough. Don’t know.
Now I don’t care if such a list misguides
Why we are to forget and what not so.

Some things are better gone than make us low
In better, worse, the high and lower tides
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides
If we arrange our minds with facts in row.

Now all has been errased, and that divides
Why we are to forget and what not so
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides.


Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
It doesn’t matter how and who was right.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

It will be day again, it will be dawn,
Already birds are speaking about light.
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Think of the mother, and the curtains drawn,
There is no fear, no cold, she holds you tight.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Your childhood nightmares want a rapprochement.
With all the sleep you lost and dreams in spite
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Remember only kindness, and you might
Get rid of anger, pain is a forgone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

There is no need to wait and be withdrawn.
What happened should not rule, as once you might
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Apple blossom rain

Through inky dark shades, another world
you walk, across the street
where apple blossom rains on either side;
the tree itself a glorious eruption of a Summer.

Fruit will come later on in time, in lesser sunshine.
We won’t taste the sweet sourness of a bitter fall together.
This precious moment should be ours,
In pinkish snow, in radiant love and youth.

I imagine you crossing the street out of darkness
But in a flash you disappear and you were never there.
The tree shows only bare and dried out branches.
Another world we could have lived in, gone again.


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