Browsing Category: "Pathetic poetry"

London Love

February 19th, 2006

Big Ben, the Thames
The busses red
the language not my own
I mind the gap
I’m driving left
the streets not yet well known
the Union Jack
the view from Tate
and Spacey on his throne
I feel alive
not underground
I love the London tone

Happy New Year !

January 1st, 2006

new things
new places
new dreams
new faces
new sounds
new scents
new plans
new friends ?
new plays
new moves
new films
new grooves
new good
new bad
new happy
new sad
new games
new rules
new lovers
new fools
new joy
new tears
new courage
new fears
new songs
new dances
New Year
new chances !
I wish all of you, and when I say all, I mean ALL, the very best for 2006. Thank you for walking along on this […]

The London Eye - a poem

November 7th, 2005

rain is pouring
on my head
my state of mind
is soaking wet
I am walking through
this unknown place
but suddenly
a friendly face
there higher up
right from the sky
it blinks to me
The London Eye

Pathetic Poetry IV

November 6th, 2005

It’s scary still
But I just might
Get used to left
In stead of right

A disappointment
that could be
But flipping it
It’s clear to me
It makes it
easier to choose
it ain’t all bad
when things get loose
it’s sometimes good
to let things pass
to not get stuck
in what once was

Things ain’t always bad

November 1st, 2005

De vergadering in Kbh. was erg vruchtbaar, dus het schuldgevoel over mijn treinentruuk was snel verdwenen. Na de vergadering door naar de stad.
We spraken een uurtje van tevoren af (ik en mijn mede fanklubbestuurder), om onze vragen door te nemen, zodat we goed voorbereid zouden zijn. We kwamen aan in de geluidsstudio, hoorden de nieuwe […]

Pathetic Poetry II - Offline

October 28th, 2005

Nul komma niks internet op het werk, alles (en iedereen) was down. En we werden maar weer eens met het feit gekonfronteerd - we zijn totaal afhankelijk van internet. En aangezien ik dus niets beters te doen had, verveel ik u nog een keer met wat onzin. Nu ben ik weer thuis, en ben weer […]

Pathetic Poetry

October 21st, 2005

Sigur Ros waters my eyes
And Jamie sings of London Skies
My head is filled and spins around
The perfect plan has to been found
I wonder if I ever will
Here walks Stef, and there goes Bill
I breathe in
And then exhale
Life as such
a fairy-tale

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