90 fucking seconds [Een dichter]

Makes a mere winner a record breaker
and the first loser’s silver gold.

90 fucking seconds

Suffice for the goodbye kiss of two friends
Though fall short to inspire spontaneous dance
(or violent making out, pick whatever applicable)

90 fucking seconds

Enough to cross central station, when deserted, not during rush.
When it allows a belated bloke a glimpse of his missed train.

90 fucking seconds

The difference between nice, hot, consoling coffee
and the tepid shit you gulp down to satisfy your dependency and barely function

90 fucking seconds

A delay allowing an old lady with a red coat to catch her bus,
closing someone else’s window of opportunity: “we don’t hire tardy candidates, sorry”

90 fucking seconds

With no strangers that know reanimation, the right circumstances
as effective as a death sentence

Fucking 90 seconds

A transformative and irreplaceable memory, he greeted a world, she just opened.
Forgettable disappointment to the adventurous willing complicitor she had become.

Untitled [Een dichter]

What convictions
shall today reduce
to insignificance?

To whom the gift of believing
was not granted,
though they are equally in search

of consolation,
of a palpable,

graspable peace.

That they will not recognize
when it hits them right
where they are hurting

navigating their unknowns

Stepping forward
might have just as well
been backwards

The treatment of truth
as quintessential as it is dangerous
Should we tell them that we too
don’t know?

Keep moving, nothing to see here.

Baptism [Een dichter]

His a land barren, dry
dust covered it, that

She had prayed to be

Come
fertile soil, find
what little I can sow

His heart hardened
by the drought
yet still able to yield

ache and sweat,
digging for mere moist.

On stolen time
To hold a pause
to consume a now
somewhat longer than it lasted

Nature’s not to cheat

He drew floods, massive
uncontrollable, rivers full

drowning her.

Spring [Een dichter]

Through spoken word solely
void of touching,
sparkling dialogue is warming
- without your knowing,
immediate as much as ever.
Our boundaries marked in ways 
most resembling the implicit
perhaps even the by accident.
Speak! I want to hear again
do not ever hold your peace;
If I could thread on the implicit
I'd find a way to stop this ending.

Untitled [Een dichter]

Not a fiber wants to further
a seemingly causeless
destiny lacking course

Cold from core to skin
willfull self-deceit failed
praying to a known false god
did bare no substance
of void filling quality

Every cell perceptive

of its stretch from realness
in as much as one can measure
warmth through frigid and presence with absence

Borst [Een dichter]

Laat me tot het licht geloven
dat ik voor altijd naar je ruiken kan

Zoals een kind zich onder dekens voor ‘n draak verstopt
wil ik me veilig met je, in je, begraven

Zachte, ronde, warme, is waar te wonen, aan te liggen,
veilig, robuust, vertrouwd deinen je ademteugen

Morgen zal een wekker kraaien,
en ga ik de draak weer tegemoet

The price of peace / payment due [Een dichter]

Eager to end,
kill, contradiction.
Coax counterlogic meticulously,
take no prisoners, nor allow the weed of doubt 
to grow, collaterals tolerable.

Shall no paradox live
compensatory measures taken
against them. Forever unlearned
their lessons remain as a bloodthirst
- though striking terror in its instigator
executioner and forthwith willess subject -

will have its way.

Mute, stillbirth [Een dichter]

Her feelings fetus-like
unborn, unfinished, unphrased,
in bad faith, ill-conceived

Via an almost infertile thoughtstream,
with nearly fruitless yet violent current,
it entered her

Forbidden Kingdom

Increasing pressure made her deliver
that which the flood procreated,
made its way and
she regained her formulation ability

voiced an answer (in silence)
to unasked questions.
Now to speak it out loud, or perhaps just one scream,
was all she desired and would forever onwards crave.

What ought to be a clamor
of decisive forte
was dead
and void.

An afterbirth of what-ifs
tasted bitterly.

Extraction [Een dichter]

My gut feeling

I ostracized
I demoted it to an expatriate

And
now it joins the foreign legion
which consequently attempts to conquer

My ratio

That pure residu
I attempted to extract, remain with

I am unsure if it is strong enough



2017
April
1590 fucking seconds
March
23Untitled
19Baptism


2016
December
3Spring
November
17Untitled
September
4Borst
August
6The price of peace / payment due
July
24Mute, stillbirth
9Extraction
June
22Are you game?
14Disengaging earth
13Apologies
2Untitled
May
26Alea iacta erit
March
3Eigen werk
February
21Van God los
15Untitled
4Stripped
January
25Exchange rate
10Untitled


2014
December
27Haiku: Winterreise
13Machinery
November
22Untitled
September
21Stadsmagie
August
17Untitled
15De Toeschouwer
8Kussenspel
2Dure fles
July
25Untitled
22Untitled
June
30Tabula Rasa
22Plus est en moi
April
12Vreemdeling
February
5Orpheus / Opus 23 / in a-klein


2013
February
14Tantalus
10Nachtwandeling / liefdespad
10Wie is ze?
10Een wolkje


2011
October
5Untitled