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
Tag: poetry
The London Eye – a poem
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
It’s scary still
But I just might
Get used to left
In stead of right
Pathetic Poetry III – What Once Was
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
Pathetic Poetry II – Offline
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 “on”.
Offline
we don’t remember
how to live
without being online
in realtime
we are loosers
pretending to be fine
we have forgotten
to be human
meet and talking
face to face
we are so lost
without
our contactkilling
cyberspace
we do not talk
we send a mail
we do not call
we text
we even download
our own life
i wonder
what is next
to look a person
in the eye
present him
with a smile
the world would be
a better place
and life would be
worthwhile
Pathetic Poetry
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