The Oddesy wall
I won’t be gone
When given a ticket to the Oddesy wall
Where deep seas perish in black
As a rupture in time
Partly then, but less devine

I Admit
Preaching to my choir
On its promising lies
We all want to travel within those dark gallons
Everyone, but I

Fecund
Men with hopeless smiles,
who will you worship?
A bone, taken from your chest?
Figures, precise and complete.
A midnight treat, no instinctive sympathy.

Only with a name,
She can give herself away.
Guilt-free.

 

Birdwatcher
I saw a bird smoking,
Where it wasn’t allowed
I wanted to photograph her,

But before I knew she flew away
At least I can swipe her off my list,

As all bird watchers do.

Zeeën van blauw
Ze vroeg aan haar
moeder,

Zeeën van blauw…

Niets wetend,

Dat haar moeder,
die allang gegeven had.

Dear Miss. Evergreen
The sun is shining, I am sitting outside.
5 degrees, I am fighting not to freeze
still, the sun is roaring
As I enjoy a gender sound
Not that of the city around me
A city I rather not found.
No, it is bird trying to drown the cities soundscape.
Covering it in its melody,
Death to humanity!
Despite his loud rudeness, his presence stayed well hidden.
The little bastard,
I did not bow in which direction to bow.
I forgot I could have clapped.
Instead, I whispered thank you for trying

Busride
I once wished upon a wishing well
With one pound in my hand and 50 pence in the water,
Wondering if a higher funding would make larger ripples
I am among many dreamers, in an era that calls itself post
I kept the one pound in my pocket,
But it couldn’t buy me a bus ride home

Think about it
If I was a fish,
I would never be depressed.
I would swim in waters polluted by large cities.
It would always be,
A party in my head.
Instead of something rather sad.

Betreffende de plicht
Uw zijn is opgedragen,
Aan de constitutie van het lot
Mag ik de taken dragen
Die verdere uitleg vereffenen

De criteria van het zotte,
Lovend gezongen woorden
Ik draag bij aan het zijn
Zijn het niet, die van mij

Evergreen
This place called Evergreen, is rarely seen.
A land which is fought for, by far and wide.
Fell into a deep slumber, one night.
It dreamed of its conquests and shed many tears.
As it decided to fear,
Words, spilt by the tongues of men.

De heerlijkheid zelf
Machts offensief over eigen daad kracht,
geen weten

Och kind, je bent om op te vreten.