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.

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

Een hommel dreef mijn kamer in
Op zomergeuren met een vleugje benzine
draalde bij de gordijnen
en streelde de kozijnen
Waaide langs de schommelstoel
en dreigde te landen op de papyrusplant

Zoals een hommel zonder plan
gewoon een beetje drijven kan

herfst

Ik wil
geen sokken
geen sloffen
geen trui
geen schoenen
geen jas
geen regen
geen donker
geen stamppot
geen pepernoten
geen kaarsjes
geen samen onder een dekentje

of misschien toch

maar dan
buiten donker
buiten regen
buiten jas
buiten schoenen
buiten sokken
alleen wij twee onder een dekentje
misschien met sokken aan

Ode

Dear heart that pours this music out,
Allow me to confess out loud:
when you’re pouring out those lines,
that flow of sound with gushes of quiet
expressing what’s at the centre of you,
I am in your power.
I can do nothing but follow that stream,
and try to go where it goes,
stand in the midst of it
let it overflow me
for I want to touch it’s source
let it resonate with me;
so loudly that it moves my core

Make it cut right through me
and relentlessly lay bare
what’s inside that was forgotten,
or swept aside to be ignored,
overgrown by time.
Open up the wounds below
put them out in open air
let tears of salt fall in and burn
and clean them out to show the truth
of any open endings.
till gently they’ll be washed away
And all that’s left is here and now
and being moved by you.