Hero of war

I will write my name
in black and gold
When this song is done
I will forget everything
and be a hero
When this war is won
I will hide the truth
lock it up abroad
never will they know
the way that we fought
I will wave this flag
As white as snow
and bury the one
shed with blood
Never will they know
the way that we fought

Store.

Once upon a time
I was wondering in a store
gazing at the shelves
and looking even more.
Sinking in thoughts
finding use for it all,
I could hear a little voice
begging to make a call.
It's skin was black
with a heart of gold
I found a friend
I would forever behold.
I'd tell you stories
you won't forget.
My dear notebook,
I'm glad we've met

A writer's thought.

There are numberless different words out there in this ever so big world, 26 letters making countless combinations. Leaving each word with a meaning, a feeling, a thought. An individual word can say numberless things, vaguely describing a message or expressing an emotion.

Imagine what you can express or describe when putting those individual words together in a secret combination. How you can make tears roll out of eyes or shape lips into smiles, or even make a heart beat faster. It is utterly astonishing how many possibilities there are. It’s absolute freedom choosing from an everlasting collection to put something together time after time. I like to see it as a puzzle, you can take any piece you want, put it together and eventually it’ll show you a picture by your creation. It is an immemorial art to create something unique every time. To create something everlasting  and being able to put your name under it, those individual letters you know oh so well.
The path we writers take is limitless. If we can imagine it, we can put it into words. We’ll compose with combined letters to give our thoughts a melody, to give our imagination a soul.

Het oog van de storm

In het oog van de storm
verwoestend op zijn pad
waar wij zijn doorgegaan.
Tranen van de hemel
vallen op de grond
voor levens die niet meer bestaan.
We zijn misschien weg,
maar vergeet ons niet!
In het oog van de storm
zijn wij niet vergaan.

Ter ere van de slachtoffers, vrienden en familie van het busdrama in Zwitserland.

Quote

"Frustrations are like clouds, they hang there above our heads all day long and on a bad day they might even bring a storm along"