A lonely road

somewhere, out there someone's waiting
walking down a lonely road he has never
seen or known

and he's looking about him waiting not
seeing the richness in his life, he thinks
it's only pain and sorrow that have arrived

now looking ahead into the distance he sees
something out there, a stir on that lonely road
it's that light of fortune coming his way

it has come to take his pains and sorrows
and turn them away

(c) JR. 2019

Richness

sometimes

love's a reason to build on
sometimes 

love needs to be led 

and sometimes
asked to stay

and if love's a story

it should be told overnight
as a journey on its way 

and if it finds me

I'll kiss its richness 

as a message from far away

(c) JR. 2019

Verborgen rust

zij was de herder van mijn ziel en...
zijn gedachten, ze liet haar oog op mij rusten
zong de melodie van mijn leven
in zijn zonsondergang

dronk van haar zinnen tot in de vroege morgen
waar haar zonsopgang wachtte, ik was vrij
zij was mijn verborgen rust en ik was
haar mijn

(c) JR. 2019

Times do change

just one more time, will I go out there
see them once again, look if they have
changed, too bad if they have

take my car and drive it down, they're
still around live a life quiet like, I don't
find what  I've left there's nothing there
for me to take back

we've forgotten how to talk along the same
lines, their eyes sre shifty, voices leaving trail
we're staging a play

I decided not to stay, they're almost glad to
see me go away, a tension's in the air, no time
will I spare, we've drifted apart

no matter the talk, we've drifted apart
we smile, we don't laugh, it's no more
in the heart

(c) JR.

An old love

she crept up on me while I was sleeping

started about what once had been, I sensed

something was wrong, I knew I had to find her

would I know if I saw her, would the years not 

keep her away from me, I got up, still wondering

about her, with guestions at the back of my mind

I couldn't answer any of them, she had dropped

out of sight since a long time, her trail had run cold

there was nothing left to see, all I could do was

dig it up, at its roots she might be

I was getting near, so very close when I read this

ad in the paper and its news was bad, all it said was

I could stop digging, I could stop thinking of ever

finding her

now I've got all the answers and none of them

I like, it now is a never ending story, they take

a long time to die

(c) JR. 2019

My Precious

she once was my dark angel whispering
throughout the night many words that were
a lie, leading me into a new morning

covered by a grey sky and then she
left me, with my precious one crossing
the waters where a sunset never dies

and I was lost for just that moment in time
'till I collected myself, I then boarded a ship
it too sailed at a sunset

where the waves were high, crossing
the waters, where she took my preciuos
one, to bring her home

I was there, ready to die so I did and
prepared myself to cast her aside, I now
was waging war on someone

who could make worlds collide I fought
a hell of a fight and yes I had to lay down
my life and I became that angel that rules
and knows...

the wrongs from the right

(c) JR. 2019

Een balans

ik voel mijn tastbare, zichtbare breekbaarheid
verglijden, in een stroom van ongecontroleerd
schrijnend, pijnlijk licht,

het is een reis, die alleen ik kan volbrengen
niemand kan mij volgen, daar, naar waar de
kiem gelegd werd, voor mijn oorsprong die
ooit eens de reden was van mijn ontstaan

ik zie ineens een overtreffende, onbegrensde
lichtvorm die mij opslokt, uitspuugt maar
toch teder neervlijt in een veelkleurig met
duister beklede plaats

waar mijn tastbare, zichtbare breekbaarheid
verdwenen is ze voelt nu aan als een koele
zomerbries, die zo achteloos aan je voorbij
gaat

ik ben daar met velen, zijnde nog minder
dan een stofje, nog minder dan een niets
een onderdeel van een onderdeel een
bewustzijn, een kringloop

een balans, leven zijn wij, we voegen iets
aan iets toe aan een nieuwe tastbaarheid en
zien dan weer hetzelfde licht, met dezelfde
andere ogen

dan weer zijn we een tastbare, zichtbare
breekbaarheid in dat licht, maar met hetzelfde...
bewustzijn

(c) JR. 2019