The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
......
Jesus, what was that!?
a thing crawled out from
under the park bench he
was sleeping on
it didn't look like a stray dog
when it ran away
didn't look like an animal
at all
......
Arising with a flicker of hope
Desperate attempts at perfection
Failing, falling deeper with each leap
Only to fade into oblivion
Seeking futile validation, for the sense of dignity
Replacing dream with duty, for the prize of power
Bittersweet memories forging the journey
Is there a purpose, I ponder
......
It returns without invitation,
the day the light slipped through my fingers.
Time does not heal,
it only teaches the art of silence.
I carry the weight like a familiar coat,
threadbare,but mine.
People smile,seasons change,
......
my lungs fill with mud and I cannot breathe,
my bones crack under the earth's crushing weight,
the worms sing to me when I try to sleep,
there is a vile beauty in their pure hate.
it is quiet, ever so quiet, and so it shall remain,
I am alive, torn from the skies, cast into this wretched grave,
whose name shall I curse, what deity can I blame?
when the earth herself has ruined me, there is no one else to frame.
......
Ze stonden ooit op een veld,
niet om te oogsten,
maar om te vechten.
Hun namen vergeten in rapporten,
hun adem verstikt
door bevelen die geen gezicht hebben.
De ene droeg een geweer,
de ander een kind.
......
The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
......
It returns without invitation,
the day the light slipped through my fingers.
Time does not heal,
it only teaches the art of silence.
I carry the weight like a familiar coat,
threadbare,but mine.
People smile,seasons change,
......
Het keert terug zonder uitnodiging,
de dag waarop het licht door mijn vingers gleed.
Tijd heelt niet,
het leer alleen de kunst van zwijgen.
Ik draag het gewicht
als een vertrouwde jas,
versleten,maar van mij.
......
Arising with a flicker of hope
Desperate attempts at perfection
Failing, falling deeper with each leap
Only to fade into oblivion
Seeking futile validation, for the sense of dignity
Replacing dream with duty, for the prize of power
Bittersweet memories forging the journey
Is there a purpose, I ponder
......