Ommekeer

In vroeger jaren placht ik bij tijd en wijle
De hemel zelve te bestormen.
Kon niet langer zuchten, dralen;
Mijn wereld mocht nochtans vervormen.

Ik schreeuwde dag en nacht om ontij,
Vreesde niets dan wat me deren kon.
Leefde luid en stout en vrij,
Genoot van elk facet dat ik verzon.

Niets dan duisternis vervreemdde
Mijn werkelijkheid van diepste ziel.
Ik voelde me een ware ontheemde,
Levensmoe; dat scheen mijn stiel.

Nooit, nee nooit kijk ik weerom,
Houd mij voor het verleden dom.
Wat eens zich voordeed is nu slechts schijn
En doet zich voor als zoete pijn.

Forlorn, the eagerness returns
to stalk once more my open mind,
encapsulates the dimlit vaults
of what once breathed life and love.

Day Break

Ablaze in a maze of my own devising,
suprising no one but my higher self,
with petty pity for my own hurt feelings,
slowing down my upward advance,
all the while in tune with resentment fuelled,
harshness embraced, eagerness quenched.
Aghast at my limitless self-imposed limitness,
stressed out squabbling heart-wrenching heart,
always murmuring, rarely helpful.

I glance at myself like this, sideways,
too unkeen to really see,
this ogre-small, inelegant
vivid side of me.

Hours, Minutes, Lifetimes

Dream, hastily moved an inch
Trenchcoat warfare, silent rumours
Faster than a lightning bullit
Creeps a long-detested thought.

Longing


Near-perfect hues of pink and blue
evaporate before my eyes.
Painstakingly I must pursue
this colour fate; this canvas prize.

I walk within a mirrored cloud,
upon a velvet moss.
endeavour to cast off this shroud
remove my soul from earth-bound dross.

To climb and not descend again
and feel the sun's warm golden arms.
The silver screen behind the rain;
the end to nervous, small alarms.

Scale


Stagnant tendrils of surrender
sleep within a pupil's eye.
Post-haste post returns to sender
resigned to fate; my lullaby.

Solvent streams of liquid gold
forever dreaming lonely dreams.
Amber shine that lures the bold
sleep is all that's left, it seems.

Surreptitious serpent traces,
slow repentance now surrounds,
like Ourobouros self-embraces,
lingering forgotten sounds.

Perchance

Fortune lingers, smiles abound,
Awkward tones of lust are found
Where memories last into night
And feeble resonance takes flight.

Silver colours, window panes
Still denoting snow-slushed stains.
Covered thoughts of yesterday
Still cling on; they need to stay.

Overhead, the sky belongs
To some ancient hopeful songs.
Dead of night come if you will,
Soothe my frenzied heart and still.

Request Bequest

Mesmerized, our star takes form,
Shaped by myriad serpent rainbow dreams,
Worlds of weary wisdom, near-lucky afterthoughts,
Revelatory breathing, and
Overt smiling optimism.

Codes like shreds of half-forgotten washing,
Hickups like hip-happy echoes,
Nights wasted in communal drownings
Of cynism; always too temporary,
Mornings not embraced yet hallowed.

Music invades like armies of sweetness,
Wolves lie down and cry no longer;
Not for moons covered in dark cloud dresses.
No loneliness survives
Such sheer lyrical melody.

Curtains of hope open wide and thoroughly eagerly,
Keen to envelop a world that might~
After all,
Things being said and done,
At the very end of the day~
Not be so entirely bad at all.

Velvet Gloss

Unfolding red carpet unrolling for miles,
with the signs and the symbols directing my mind.

Simple syntactic cloud formations form
unravelling patterns in cloudburst and storm.

Wild wicked hurricane goes where it will
sanctuary's ghost leaves a stone left unturned.

I go into night with a heart showing fear
somehow my own dream will refuse to come near.

Bemusement


To dream a dream that was forgotten,
Re-emerge and surface yet.
The life with which we were besotten;
On which no mortal sun may set.

To breathe the breath that spans the mind,
Inviolate and brazen, free.
The treasures we knew we would find
And never closer; destiny.

Nightshade

Some things merge
and everchange,
perceive, deceive, and
rearrange..all that ever was,
or is likely somehow
to be.

Somewhere
from within the well,
bubbling baroque voices
giggle,
conspire to tempt the lonely wanderer
down, deeper down.

Dreary half-dead street dogs bark;
long forgotten, never cared for,
yet too basic to be lonely.
Beside a silver pool
they take the moon for a mirror.

Distant daylight dreams appear;
dispersing thoughts of yesterday
and casting off shreds of darkness
left behind by another smiling night.

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Serenade

I gaze upon thine inner face;
A world of love-bound glee.
I tremble as my steps retrace
And fingers touch thy knee.

Thy treasures are a myriad
Of pleasures quite astounding.
Our labyrinthal Illiad
With lust and love abounding.

We approach each other quietly,
The night shades us from harm.
I caress thy tresses piously
And raise thy soft alarm.

Those lips were soaked in honey-wine,
Mellow fingers linger long.
Kisses placed; a coded sign,
My buoyancy grows strong.

Invited to thy warm embrace
We shiver a quiver divine.
Our rhythms quicken, then retrace
And glide along the spine.

Thoughts collide, turn inside out,
Worlds unfold while stars ignite.
Our bodies prove to be devout,
Exchanging prisms of delight.

Later, as the twilight groans
We willingly surrender.
I watch her as her dreaming moans,
Vow always to defend her.