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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