wanneer een kers
zijn plaats op de taart in neemt
zich daarna
als een parel voor de zwijnen gooit
zal een koekje vanuit zijn eigen deeg
die plaats voor zich opeisen
(c) JR. 2019
vrijdag 22 november 2019
Plat
wanneer zich op de snelweg
van het leven een file vormt
kunnen plat gereden banden
soms...
niet meer verholpen worden
(c) JR. 2019
van het leven een file vormt
kunnen plat gereden banden
soms...
niet meer verholpen worden
(c) JR. 2019
woensdag 13 november 2019
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
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
dinsdag 12 november 2019
Richness
sometimes
love's a reason to build on
sometimes
sometimes
love needs to be led
and sometimes
asked to stay
and if love's a story
asked to stay
and if love's a story
it should be told overnight
as a journey on its way
as a journey on its way
and if it finds me
I'll kiss its richness
I'll kiss its richness
as a message from far away
(c) JR. 2019
(c) JR. 2019
maandag 4 november 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
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
vrijdag 25 oktober 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.
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.
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woensdag 23 oktober 2019
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
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