Out of Reach

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

I will finish my last drink

I don’t care what kind of sorrow

comes my way, I will not blink

 

But tomorrow ‘s never coming

eveyday is yesterday

it’s my memory that’s wronging

little lies they blurr the way

 

I am trapped in my own prison

I am captured in my mind

not a soul can give the wisdom

to free me of my own kind

 

Put the glass, the glass outside me

in another universe

empty it, no wine or beer be

don’t give in when I am worse

 

let me suffer, let me schiffer

let me search untill I stop

when there is a world without it

than the demons won’t blurp up

 

out of reach will be my saviour

out of reach for my own hand

I can’t touch it, I can’t see it

I’ll be in the promised land

 

 

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Bullied Cow

 

I have been mocked

they bullied me

till I was deeply shocked

the black sheep of the stock

 

It’s not my figure , you might think

I’m rather square, not round

it is another bodypart

close hanging near the ground

 

When I was born, I lost all hope

they gathered all around

they saw my tail was made from rope

that’s difficult to cope

 

when you have this, what’s sticking out

the laughing stock of the crowd

the mob is hard and mean

they search for every scene

 

But yesterday  my life did change

when Gran fell in the ditch

she almost drowned, no rescue found

when I came, they where all astound

 

I fetched her with my ropy tail

lifted her gracely on the grass

so near to death, bearly alive

I saved my grandpa’s wife

 

Now I’m the hero of the day

the bullying has stopped

the tail depriving me before

is now my pride and even more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am Child

 

I am a child, I have been born

it never matters where

I have the right to be alive

it must be full of pleasure there

 

I am a child, I need to laugh

cause that it what I do the most

But it’s been stolen from my face

my lips they can’t move to that place

 

I am a child, I have to play

cause that is what I do

I play with sand and water too

with all the things my way

 

I am a child I do not judge

whatever adults do

i’m just to young to see what’s true

to young to know that much

 

I am a child please let me be

and stop now every fight

You’ll never win if you loose me

so please do what is right

 

I am a child black, yellow, white

You force me in your war

about religion, space or race

please let me leave this place

 

To go into a happy world

with joy and love and care

cause if you keep this fighting up

there’s no one left to bear.

 

 

Palmyra

 

Even the sun,  she did not shine

on this cruelsome day

when faith and hate combine

the sand of land,  turns grey

 

Remains of long ago

lay silently and dead

structures cut in pieces

killed by hand,  so bad

 

Destroying in the name of God

destroying for their faith

destroying all what Romans made

destroying out of hate

 

Sadly they do not know

that God was in this stone

the force of creativity

divinity in bone

 

As God made human race

his image was inside

the gift of creation

is what equals us alike

 

So when you kill these artefacts

you kill our divine birth

you kill the soul what makes us live

the meaning here on earth

 

Paradise Lost

 

Out of the desert the girl came

Berieved of clothes, she felt ashamed

they toke it all, except her life

she’ll never be somebody’s wife

 

Cause honour is what makes us live

when lost, there’s nothing more to give

Her dignity is what has left

for ever she will be bereft

 

It’s gone today, her female pride

and when there’s nothing more to hide

she is an Eve who knows the cost

A paradise forever lost

 

and now she feels as crucified

a future shadow, near her side

But not to see the bird, the sky

who makes her destiny a lie

 

Virginity, just let it go

if someone loves you, he will know

that’s not your fault, what happened once

and he’ll give both of you the chance

 

To fullfill life with love and care

and there’ll be no one who will dare

to end this tale of lonesome grief

be strong, be young and do belief

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ourobourosanas

 

Most time you see me as a snake

I bite my tail, that’s when I make

my Life as round as round can be

the circle never ends for me

 

The seasons come, the seasons go

From spring when everything will grow

to summer, with my favoured heat

body so warm, a quick heartbeat

 

Than autumn makes me really slow

it’s quite a job to make this bow

loosing the sun, it makes me sad

don’t like the cold that lies ahead

 

I’m really old, can hardly move

my joints so weak, my mind so groof

I wonder where my life has gone

once I had friends, now all alone

 

My children don’t understand

their life is full, mine’s running sand

through old, old hands, they nearly fade

so fragile, wringled cold, unmade

 

A terrible Chinese Accident caused by Hybris

 

A chinese emperor quiet young

was locked up in his golden place

Although the palace was real big

he wanted un-limited space

 

so in the middle of the night

when everyone was sound asleep

his servants took the horses out

without a sound, their breath to keep

 

The desert  where there is no end

was entered when the night was gone

he ordered servants do as planned

spread the red carpet in the sand

 

For his first time he wants a ride

with royalty, and seen  by all

covered in gold, that was his pride

his selfesteem was high and tall

 

But than the horse into the front

did shouted out of fright

he stumbled over the red rug

and made them all collide

 

The emperor of the dynasty

did not know of predestiny

when man claims too much fame

his vanity becomes his shame

 

 

 

 

 

 

Decapitated

 

History is full of heads

put on sticks to make their threads

chinese liked to chop they say

emperors to make their day

 

chainsaws oversounding cries

of all trees that we put down

lack of oxygen in skies

face with a deep grasping frown

 

there’s no need to slice the neck

we can not put the tree back

stop at once or take a break

see at once what is at stake

 

if we’re ruining the Woods

there will be no breath to take

we will sufficate en mass

fading in the lonely grass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mam

This is my mam,  is how she was

when she was young, a beauty las

 

If she had lived untill today

we’d have a feast,  a special way

on her 95th ,  birthday

 

But she’s not here,  she’s long long gone

her grave still clear,  for ever here

 

she took her secrets in her grave

she burned her diaries,  was it brave?

don’t know the questions in my mind

So answers will I never find

 

She was my Mam,  I love her dear

The grieve still big,  35 years

Untill I die,  I will shed tears

 

Knew her so brief, o dear o dear!

Solong, Solong

 

 

 

 

Roots

The wooden man, he travelled far

to seek, to find out who we are

made like the being of a man

with head and hands and even tan

 

But it’s not me he felt inside

another species be abide

Where are my roots,  where did I grow?

O dear, O dear, he’ll never know

 

Cause he is sitting too nearby

to see reflections in the sky

His great-great grandpa now a lake

can tell him not, what is at stake

 

While sitting on the truthfull well

will blind us so we cannot tell

that be and from is so ahead

even the book of life that’s read

will lead us to an unknown death