as a feast finds it self in its ending
and a silence takes its rightfull place
in a room lost for words
a man's resting his eyes on the now
empty chairs, trying to recollect the
image of the person that sat there
it is then, a door finds its lock an'
key and a room somewhere, out there
is cast into the loneliness of...
the lost word again
(c) JR. 2018
maandag 29 oktober 2018
dinsdag 23 oktober 2018
And I know you do
and again you've gone leaving me
all the good things inside of you yet
the best thing in you, you didn't leave
the best thing in you is you and me
and you must go, as you must, you must
go, you have my trust, go to that place in
time, live there for a while spend some
time on yourself, resting your weary mind
as I know you worry a lot, to where we are
and...are not, and you will be gone for some
time, walking the earth somewhere, with me
wondering , what you're doing so far away
in exile
and I'll never know the reason 'why' and yet...
I'll never need to, 'cause you're coming back
all smiles, having made up your mind, about
all that it is you desire
'cause whatever you do, I will always be
that what it is you need and...
I know you do
(c) JR. 2018
all the good things inside of you yet
the best thing in you, you didn't leave
the best thing in you is you and me
and you must go, as you must, you must
go, you have my trust, go to that place in
time, live there for a while spend some
time on yourself, resting your weary mind
as I know you worry a lot, to where we are
and...are not, and you will be gone for some
time, walking the earth somewhere, with me
wondering , what you're doing so far away
in exile
and I'll never know the reason 'why' and yet...
I'll never need to, 'cause you're coming back
all smiles, having made up your mind, about
all that it is you desire
'cause whatever you do, I will always be
that what it is you need and...
I know you do
(c) JR. 2018
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The last image autumn left behind
it's just a weeds flower
in the bud and doen't she look sweet
when summer leaves and autum gives us
that last sacred look of that flower tryin' to survive
its ...
autumn in the bud
(c) JR photo JR. autumn 2018
zondag 21 oktober 2018
My Place
I know, this is where I'll die
somethin' tells me, this place
I found
will be where I'll end my life
it's a beautifull place, so peacefull
it has no lies
as far as I can see, this place, it will
be true to me, it's what I want this
place
is something, like a fantasy or more
a wish to rest my weary bones, to get
away from the world
let it leave me, near a dyin' fire, wine
flowin' close to an early morning where
birds can sing
an' noise is in retreat, my place as it is
is not much but mine to live, as long
as I can
it will protect me, shelter me from an
aging storm, that will get to me when
I'm ready
yet, 'till I die, I will live in such a way
it will drive 'Man' insane, in a surge
I will take it all
an' finally when I drop, I will whisper
under my breath: 'it wasn't all that bad'
in a beautifull place
so peacfull it has no lies, this place
true to me, is what I wanted, my need
to have
where I took a last stand, I did it well
nobody knew, 'till I fell, in this beautifull
place
so true to me, and under my breath I'll
whisper, ' it was my need to have those
walls around me
'My Place', as it stands
(c) JR. 1985
somethin' tells me, this place
I found
will be where I'll end my life
it's a beautifull place, so peacefull
it has no lies
as far as I can see, this place, it will
be true to me, it's what I want this
place
is something, like a fantasy or more
a wish to rest my weary bones, to get
away from the world
let it leave me, near a dyin' fire, wine
flowin' close to an early morning where
birds can sing
an' noise is in retreat, my place as it is
is not much but mine to live, as long
as I can
it will protect me, shelter me from an
aging storm, that will get to me when
I'm ready
yet, 'till I die, I will live in such a way
it will drive 'Man' insane, in a surge
I will take it all
an' finally when I drop, I will whisper
under my breath: 'it wasn't all that bad'
in a beautifull place
so peacfull it has no lies, this place
true to me, is what I wanted, my need
to have
where I took a last stand, I did it well
nobody knew, 'till I fell, in this beautifull
place
so true to me, and under my breath I'll
whisper, ' it was my need to have those
walls around me
'My Place', as it stands
(c) JR. 1985
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Doesn't come easy
it doesn't come easy
it doesn't come easy
at all when you rise
buildin' your life
moldin' it to your style
with no place to fall
after all the madness
sadness, tears and cheers
it is a forever changin' wind
tryin' to make the most of it
tryin' to make it win, suddenly
you're there
you've found the chair that
fits you, with a wife, child,
dog and a house
you've arrived, you've done well
we;re proud, but the chair, it kicks
you out, into the street
makin' ends meet, sellin' house, car
sellin'it all, back to where it all began
startin' all over again
after all the madness, tears, all those
years, again you're there, a grey shade
crept into your hair
there's an acient look in your eyes, old,
the lies of life they hide, for the innocent
the children of your children
after all the madness, sadness, tears
and cheers, after all those years a long
day it was, lookin' up at the skies
it didn't come easy
(c) JR. 2016
it doesn't come easy
at all when you rise
buildin' your life
moldin' it to your style
with no place to fall
after all the madness
sadness, tears and cheers
it is a forever changin' wind
tryin' to make the most of it
tryin' to make it win, suddenly
you're there
you've found the chair that
fits you, with a wife, child,
dog and a house
you've arrived, you've done well
we;re proud, but the chair, it kicks
you out, into the street
makin' ends meet, sellin' house, car
sellin'it all, back to where it all began
startin' all over again
after all the madness, tears, all those
years, again you're there, a grey shade
crept into your hair
there's an acient look in your eyes, old,
the lies of life they hide, for the innocent
the children of your children
after all the madness, sadness, tears
and cheers, after all those years a long
day it was, lookin' up at the skies
it didn't come easy
(c) JR. 2016
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Trophy
as
the
pain
reaches
its
outer
limits
I
still
think
I
can
take
the
trophy
life
is
(c) JR. 2015
zaterdag 20 oktober 2018
A Silence
all I wanted was to think come
to terms with my surroundings
where
I didn't find a will to listen to
the silence I bear, a silence is
in me
keeps me out of touch, out of
reach, guarding my secrets a
silence is in me
so I struggle on, fighting
contradiction in a process of
regaining
a balance in my soul, I need
'cause a silence is in me regaining
my security
is all I need to get by, this silence
will leave me in its retreat, free, on
the mend
I'll step into life again, a silence is
in me, keeps me out of touch out of
reach
it will always leave, a silence is in
me
(c) JR. lyrics eightees
to terms with my surroundings
where
I didn't find a will to listen to
the silence I bear, a silence is
in me
keeps me out of touch, out of
reach, guarding my secrets a
silence is in me
so I struggle on, fighting
contradiction in a process of
regaining
a balance in my soul, I need
'cause a silence is in me regaining
my security
is all I need to get by, this silence
will leave me in its retreat, free, on
the mend
I'll step into life again, a silence is
in me, keeps me out of touch out of
reach
it will always leave, a silence is in
me
(c) JR. lyrics eightees
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vrijdag 19 oktober 2018
slow pain
there's a slow pain penetrating my heart
I think somehow, I'm almost certain it has
reached each an' ev'ry part
it must be love, there's a slow pain
penentrating my heart, strong talk
is what you have
talk of what it is to be on top of things
seems so very important, I don't need
it so much
only thing I can think of is, is in it in
you to love, 'cause a slow pain's
penetrating my heart
all the strong talk, cannot disguise
cannot even hide, what''s goin' on
inside
what's happening to you, can only guess
what I see, it must be love you need
something you could get
if you just don't let it be, now you've
stopped, your eyes lock into mine with
a strange tempting look
an' you feel a slow pain rise, it shows
in your eyes, I read in it your thoughts
I know what you've got
a slow pain's penetrating your...
heart
I think somehow, I'm almost certain it has
reached each an' ev'ry part
it must be love, there's a slow pain
penentrating my heart, strong talk
is what you have
talk of what it is to be on top of things
seems so very important, I don't need
it so much
only thing I can think of is, is in it in
you to love, 'cause a slow pain's
penetrating my heart
all the strong talk, cannot disguise
cannot even hide, what''s goin' on
inside
what's happening to you, can only guess
what I see, it must be love you need
something you could get
if you just don't let it be, now you've
stopped, your eyes lock into mine with
a strange tempting look
an' you feel a slow pain rise, it shows
in your eyes, I read in it your thoughts
I know what you've got
a slow pain's penetrating your...
heart
(c) JR. Ninetees
Where trails don't match
we trail along saying nothing at all
a Sunday afternoon in a forest wide
yet small
a Sunday afternoon in a forest wide
yet small
where silence sets the pace not
a birds call, our trails don't match
at all
we live different lives, we have
different styles, we don't talk with
thoughts being, hers or mine
our trails don't match, we don't care
for love, we only met, no more than
that
it is not in us to love, we don't have
much, not the touch, we're strangers
we only met
we'll be like that ev'ry day that comes
to pass, 'cause our trails don't match
no sound ever the same
no thoughts alike, we're just partners
in somethin' we both like, a dance
routine
strings us together, makes us cling
for a while, it don't last, 'cause our
trails don't match
Checkin' out
standin' in the road alone I see
trains passin' by, one by one
I don't know
which way to go, I'm sad an' out
of controll, I must make some effort
to pull myself together
a faint smell's in the air, must be
the turn of the weather, I'll take
my chances whatever
I lost too much of my life, It's shaken
up, startin' to slide, decisions are to be
taken now
somethin' died in me today, I must
take it lying down, last train at the
station
It'll take no explanation, it's takin'
me into the future I don't know
much about
train's leavin', I'm checkin out !
(c) JR Ninetees
Freshness of yesterday
the rain's hitin' me with respect
it's a summer rain, it isn't wet coolin'
me down, way out of town
in a field where the only noise's is
buzzin' bees, takin'it home as I do
when I'm with her alone
in these woods, the field knows it's
bein' used, it doesn't mind it comes
to bloom
takin' me an' Sally far away into the
colours of the day, an' we don't mind
we've got time
to lay down, be surprised, by the freshness
of it all, our green wall will never come down
will never decay
we don't intend to stay, takin' it home
as to remind summerdays in their prime
where nothin' was lost
with so much to give, little did we take
it didn't break the freshness of our
yesterday
(c) JR. 80 -tees photo JR.
donderdag 18 oktober 2018
maandag 15 oktober 2018
Jonkheid
en ja, ik zie haar en haar lach schittert
voor mijn ogen haar heupen nodigen
mij sensueel, wiegend in de wind uit
om naderbij te komen, ik kan er niet aan
ontkomen en geef toe, mijn knipoog naar
haar, is de bevestiging waar zij om vraagt
en ik, ik laat mij omarmen door de verlokkingen
van deze jonkheid en haar schoonheid, die wil dat
ik haar bemin
in die onverzadigde, warme ruimte van haar dromen,
waar onze intense verlangens samenkomen, pluk ik
haar schoonheid en...de dag
en ga daarna weer verder met een glimlach om
de lippen en nog steeds denk ik aan haar...dat
klavertje vier
aan haar geluk, haar schoonheid die zij deinend
in de wind, keer op keer met mij viert en steeds
weer hoor ik dan die schittering in haar lach
(c) JR. 2018
zaterdag 13 oktober 2018
So tender so cruel
as the dream of my youth, where I found love
so real, yet never knew, is fadin', it leads me into
a new mornin'
where my heart's achin' as I'm wakin', bringin' me
back the only realty it ever knew, somethin' there
in my mind
chose to be tender, yet so cruel, as it brought up
all my yesterdays with you, where I was full of
the tenderness and love
the ones, you never knew of, it then comes to my mind,
how tender, yet so cruel, a dream can be when it is
overruled by all those yesterdays
in an attempt to please, but leaves you behind in its
wake, so tender, so cruel, an dreams, ...
do they ever come true
(c) JR. 2018
donderdag 11 oktober 2018
'POOR-city'
Poor-city has poor people no
haystack, no needle, Poor-city
only fot the needy
from all over the land, 'the poor'
come to a city in the sand, city
without a name
crowded in the shade, crowded
in the park, city without any larcs
where wooden birds
are carved, city without any tears
any fears, any faith, any shame, any
aim
where pride has no place, POOR-city
has only one kind, poorest people alive
where stealin'
is a way of life, with nothin' rich in
this life, this city is a 'POOR-sight'
at night
haystack, no needle, Poor-city
only fot the needy
from all over the land, 'the poor'
come to a city in the sand, city
without a name
crowded in the shade, crowded
in the park, city without any larcs
where wooden birds
are carved, city without any tears
any fears, any faith, any shame, any
aim
where pride has no place, POOR-city
has only one kind, poorest people alive
where stealin'
is a way of life, with nothin' rich in
this life, this city is a 'POOR-sight'
at night
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Come to a rest
I have to live this life one thing
I must do, I don't why, somethin'
you get born into
I feel like floatin' down a stream
don't know where it leads me I just
can't see
it's like a dream floatin' in
different directions, all of them
new
it's all a surprise what I find
it's called life, it's a sunrise a
new dawn
I'm floatin' down a stream can't
see it comin' to an end, somewhere
somehow
I believe, there's a place, where I'll
stay, an... come to a rest
(c) JR. 2018
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maandag 8 oktober 2018
Shadow of our desire
she's lyin' there, lyin' in wait
her seductive smile passin' behind
the darkness of her eyes
and her moist an' tender lips are
waitin', to unleash her passion on
my mind
as I know she will, as I am waitin'
stirrin' my fire with her emotion,
showin' me the flesh
of her history inside my time and her life,
where we are waitin' playin' an' teasin'
as she's pleadin'
closin' in as slowly as she can into
somethin' we both know all too well
yet it has to be played
along the lines of that shadow of desire,
that had remained when we first met and
only time
can reveal or tell, how long we will play
this game, how long we will go on, it will
be untill
our history is satisfied and has nothin' more
to burn then it will become the lie of our
thruth
cast aside, by the shadow of our desire
when... it fell
(c) JR. 2018
zaterdag 6 oktober 2018
'Voor wat het is'
'voor wat het is' en dat is soms al het is,
leven door geven, leven laten passeren en...
zonder jouw stof, doen voort leven
het is zoals men zegt: ' de zin van het leven'
die ultieme vorm van dankbaarheid, die alleen
het leven geven kan geven
maar soms passeert het gaat er iets mis,
op die tocht, gaat het aan je voorbij, blijf
je achter in die stof niet jouw stof
van onvoorziene haat en nijd, die onvermijdbaar
hangen blijft, het is die liefde, die liefde voor het
leven uit jouw leven
dat aan je ontvliedt, aan je ontstijgt, je laat
'voor wat het is', maar jouw liefde voor de liefde
uit jouw leven is
'voor wat het is', iets dat niet aan jou ontstijgt,
omdat liefde iets universeels is en iets niet
laat..'voor wat het is'
(c) JR. 2018
dinsdag 2 oktober 2018
Dark glasses
when I slide
my dark glasses on
in my bright lit room
in my bright lit room
everything
seems to change
into
a warm old
friendly brown
there are many
friendly brown
there are many
shades of light
mine
to be shade of twilight
to be shade of twilight
when I leave
my bright lit surroundings
I return to
my bright lit surroundings
I return to
that old friendly
brown world,
and running
and running
like a mad dog
I slide them on
those dark brown
those dark brown
shades
they will take me
they will take me
into that new world
where music
where music
women an' wine
are
the benefitting trade
stay there a while
if you like
enjoy it to the most
if you know how
make
yourself at home
stay awake
yourself at home
stay awake
in the midst of night
hear
the sound of laughter
the sound of laughter
caress the walls
of
of
your surroundings
your the talk
your the talk
of the town
many faces
wear a frown
wear a frown
of what you might
be doing
in the little hours
in the little hours
of the tranquil night
you're invited to take
you're invited to take
a deeper insight
they all wear
they all wear
the same glasses
they're all hear
for a good time
they don't expect you
they don't expect you
to go
before daylight
so sing a little, talk a little
kiss a little
and do take
kiss a little
and do take
your time
in the zone
of twilight
and when you go home
take of the shades
it'll take you back
it'll take you back
to the room you
came from
came from
it'll take you back
to
your reality again
(c) JR. 2018
your reality again
(c) JR. 2018
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maandag 1 oktober 2018
Words
not a word will I breathe
to another, not a moment
will I be a bother
not a moment will I speak
before my turn, 'cause there's
so much grief in this world
so I'll keep my big mouth
shut, words that leave my
lips, must be a support
to others, never a bother to
my brothers never spill grief
onto my love
'cause she's more precious
than a gem found in a cave
for she's never late
to tell me why she's my mate
and kisses me in the shades she
will not breathe
a word to another of the truth
we've discovered, she wil not
talk about
the experience, the gem, we
found in our hearts, it will
allways shine
play its part, that's why I don't
speak words that maime or kill
that's why
I don''t speak words, that will
impose my will, that's why I don't
speak words
that will lead into deceit, that's
why I don't speak words that
will leave you beat
(c) JR. 1990
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