All the things

All the things we think we have to carry
All the things we’re toiling on our backs
Only slow us down when we get higher
Only slow us down

All the things we saw and carry with us
All the things we capture in our heads
Only cloud our eyes and make us weary
Only cloud our eyes

So let them go
And trust that all you need is in your hands
you will find that all the love is in
the moments that you share
If you open up your eyes and let your heart
fill up with love that is your own

All the things we said one day we would
Always one more day until we do
All the difference that we’d be making if
Only today we would

All the things we never really cared for
All the little things that make our days
All the things we always took for granted
Only granted life

So say them loud
Those little things that make up all the change
Make them real and let them turn the wheels
of life and luck your way
Let them open up your eyes and your heart
fill up with love that is your own

up to us

I can see where we would be –
long before we go
but for now I’m in between
stuck in the how of what I’ve seen
I long to do what I’ve observed
in you so many times

Weak and weary was my spine
Your strength, you poored it into mine
so big your love so deep the hole
The space that I’d been making,
digging slowly in my heart
Wasteland for a brand new start

waiting for that one like you
to make it up to us

One step forward two steps back
Oh what it takes to grow – you,
bearer of the future past
Slowly, slowly will reset
me to the present time I know
counting all the steps to go

If I could hold a gun
I’d realize I was the one
that shot me in the knee,
Though I was running, never free.
It’s me, it’s always been, I’d see
But now it’s up to us

From the moment there was you
it has been up to us

intruder

You’re in my head, you’re on my mind
in silver linings intertwined
in all the thoughts that come across
un-coating them like dental floss

and all the ones that once were grey
you light them up and make them stray
like leaves that whirl without an end
in their attempt to never land.

you’re in my way, you block my sight
you fill my head with things I might
and things I will If I’d let you in
a little deeper than my skin

you’d bring your pen to cross my lines
and leave no trace of what confines
you’d blur the edges of my frame
to you the ins and out’s the same

you’d pull out drawers with my thoughts
the coulds and shoulds and woulds and oughts
you’d mess them up and throw them out
beyond the shadows of my doubt.

Belangrijk

“Het is belangrijk voor mij” zei ze. Ze zwaait met haar sigaret als een toverstok. Met harde woorden vertelt ze over zachte zaken terwijl rook langzaam mee drijft met haar adem.  In haar glas zit kruidenthee in haar buik een kind, ze vindt het belangrijk dat de nieuwe buggy in de auto past. Dat is belangrijk voor haar.

Before it starts to rain

 

Before it starts to rain

I need to clear the lines

Have to set the signs

Before it starts to rain

 

Before it starts to rain

I need to build my fort

Fight for what I’m worth

Before it starts to rain

 

Before it starts to rain

I have to get my clothes inside

Set up a place to hide

Before it starts to rain.

 

Before it starts to rain

I need to sit outside a bit

And think about the fire I lit

Before it starts to rain