WISH
I wish we met
When we were two
At pre-school age
Both me and you
That we could play
When we would meet
No adult games
No chance to cheat
That we would be
Okay with this
And might exchange
A little kiss
Or just hold hands
And smile a bit
But heaven no
May God forbid
We’re grownups now
And this is wrong
Whatever’s there
Does not belong
Not three or four
Just me and you
Something new
There has come a feeling between me and you
Once a whisper is now a roar
It started off as nothing more
Than meeting someone new
Rarely comes the music that writes itself
Silence gone in water’s fall
Thoughts swimming in an ocean tide
That ebbs and swells
Time to reveal the wings that brought you here
Are you thinking of me
In your life to be, your partner
Can I say the things that make you sigh
Make you say “impossible”
As I look around
It seems so perfect here
Didn’t you know it would come to this
And I’d be waiting
But a circle began
And it was then
You decided where it is
You will have been
All I am is you
And I wish I’d been here before
Your color glows
Like the lights of home
Elke dagDenken aan jou doe ik niet
Op één dag in het jaar
Geprikt op een kalender
Als een verplicht gebaar
Ik hou altijd van jou
In vreugde of verdriet
In ruzie of in vrede
Iets anders kan ik niet
Ik draag jou altijd bij me
En koester elk moment
Dat ik nu met je heb
Of eerder heb gekend
En zeg het nog een keer
Net als gisteren
En morgenvroeg weer
Elke dag en niet
Alleen op Valentijn
Want elke dag zou best wel eens
De laatste kunnen zijn
Zonk
A matter of tick tock before I biff
My day was a backward K
Thank you, Captain Obvious
For dropping that on me
Vital 411, dude
Now tanked, and fitshaced
I aught to be audi, I know
But can I stick around
And sink my Titanic
Watching her birrrds?
Wow, nice ride
Want crackers with that?
What the dealy here?
Whip!
Why are you taking me home?
I need more zeltoids
... zonk
The non-arcane science of living
I rid my secrets
And feel my pain
A rude awakening
From fog to rain
A stabbing hurt
I start to peel
The drops disclose
Things I conceal
The sticky sentence
Washed away
By cool water
Tiding dismay
Flooding the abyss
Of stolen Childhood
To carry my ark
To livelihood
Stilling the cries
Quelling the guilt
Cleansing the soil
None of it spilt
Let it rain
‘Till skies turn clear
And life
Non-arcane
