You've ripped my heart out

Sounds like a cliché, but you've just done that
unscrupulously

I look into your eyes and I see something you are trying to disguise You try to run away, you try and still you stay You are confused I am amused You are amused I am confused Time goes by And nothing ever happens Everything's exactly as it was 4 years ago

Christmas in Killarney - GREAT SONG

The holly green, the ivy green
The prettiest picture you've ever seen
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home
It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau
While cuddling under the mistletoe
And Santa Claus you know, of course
Is one of the boys from home
The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call
And Father John before he's gone
Will bless the house and all
How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

Black Cloud - Morrissey

The one I love

is standing near

the one I love

is everywhere

I can woo you

I can amuse you

but there is nothing I can do

to make you mine

black cloud, black cloud

The one I love

roosts in the mind

can snap this spell

or, increase hell

I can chase you

and I can catch you

but there is nothing I can do

to make you mine

black cloud, black cloud

oh, black cloud

oh, black cloud

I play the game

of Favorites now

I can I must I will I do

I can please you

or, I can freeze you out

but there is nothing I can do

to make you mine

Black cloud, black cloud, black cloud

I can choke myself to please you

and I can sink much lower than usual

but there's nothing I can do

to make you mine

Dormant Intimacy

It's a poem in the making - a draft - I know what feelings I need to express but it's not the best of days...see it evolve the next few days...does it exist the live writing of poetry (if so it may be called) on the net?

A long gone sundry afternoon

The utterance of heart-felt words

Regret amounted very soon

A sentiment denied hurts

This vessel on the verge of an emotional sail

Your words typical were of no avail

Your eyes clearly embodied lies

Your kindness at war with regret

Regret at war with fear

Occasionally you would be very near

More often you would steer clear

Unexpectedly I would find you avoiding me

Hope against hope

At war with each other

But more so with ourselves

Today we steer clear

We avoid coming near

Life's delicacies are denied to us by ourselves

Sympathies have been boxed and

Put on shelves

An intimacy cursed to lie dormant ever more

The chance for it to waken

Lies in our hands only, like before

But the boxes are covered in dust

As is the long-gone feeling of trust

Perchance the chance for it to waken

Needs now truly be forsaken?

Dr. Rachendra Pachauri: Less meat, less heat

Now more than ever am I proud to be a vegetarian. People have scorned, laughed, misunderstood, made stupid remarks from day 1 I decided to give up meat. Even more so when we decided to raise our children on a meat-free diet ('surely we weren't good parents, denying our children vital nutrients'...the nerve of some (uninformed = ignorant) people.

I went to a lecture this evening of Dr. Rachendra Pachauri, nobel prize winner of peace for his work on climate change together with Al Gore in 2007. I knew there was a connection between meat-production, world hunger and climate problems, but I did not realise the impact of the meat-industry to be that big. There were eye opening comparisons, like when everyone in Flanders would eat no meat on only one day a week, we would reduce greenhouse gasses by one milion ton - which is the same as taking 500 000 cars off the road!!!
It seems that if we would all seriously reduce our amount of meat, we would be contributing greatly to the sollution of the climate problem...if...and if politics would include it in their policy...but ignorance as I said...still so proud to be a vegetarian ever more.

More info on www.vegetarisme.be

I Will Stay Restless

A very old song I once wrote a very long time ago to a very old friend who disappeared out of my life...I can't even remember the chords anymore...
She'll know who she is - she's the only real friend I ever had - I was 17 and we were soulmates, minds alike...you chose the bumpy, arty road and I became stuck due to circumstances...this is a song of regret...


I will stay restless
Untill the day that I hear
That you still care
I will not sleep tight
Until you, my friend
Prove you are still there

I won't breathe
I won't eat until I am sure
That there is a good reason
For this scaring silence
Until you, my friend,
Prove you are still there

Isn't it strange
How much people can change
Are you the same or
Has there come a world
Between us?

I will stay restless
Until the moment I hear
That you still care
Until you, my friend
Prove you are still there

Swiss and kitten pleasure...

Damn, just realised that all the other holiday pics are on my laptop and I'm too lazy to take my memory stick...here a brief preview of the Aletch gletsjer...And when we came home we were very eager to collect our brand new family member...Mielto...isn't she cute..?

MORRISSEY PARTY WAASMUNSTER BELGIUM

Silence

You make me feel
like a chapter completed
A person deleted

It is strange it is weird

It is strange

It is weird

I thought that it hadn't

But it has

Disappeared

And I am well rid

Without it

I am well rid

Without the emptiness

And ugliness

of it

Sensitivity and Creativity

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create...so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating." -Pearl Buck-

To me not creating is like dying from the inside...I have been dead for quite a while now...

Kindred Spirits

You look at me

Tell me what you see

Does it look familiar?

Offensive or peculiar?

Do you feel ashamed?

Like you're being blamed

For stuff you don't even understand

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Is your heart made of guilt

Do you understand?

What is going on inside of you

What is going in the world

Around you?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Are we kindred spirits

Or just the opposite?

You drunk as a skunk

And I, well,

Just a plain non-alcoholic

We're both in it, always

Still you look at me

And I know you see

That I'm not the one

That I used to be

To me it's still not clear

What I need to hear

If I ever need to get out of hear

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Are we kindred spirits

Or just the opposite

You drunk as a skunk

And I, well,

Just a plain non-alcoholic

We're both in it, always

Kimya Dawson - Tree Hugger

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,

"The tree said, "I wish I could be

A different kind of tree,

The cat wished that it was a bee,

The turtle wished that it could fly

Really high into the sky,

Over rooftops and then dive

Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And the flower

Would be its offering

Of love to the desert.

And the desert,

So dry and lonely,

That the creatures all

Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,

"I wish I had hands so

I could hug you like a man.

"And then the cactus said,

"Don't you understand,

My skin is covered with sharp spikes

That'll stab you like a thousand knives.

A hug would be nice,

But hug my flower with your eyes.

"The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,

"The tree said, "I wish I could be

A different kind of tree,

The cat wished that it was a bee,

The turtle wished that it could fly

Really high into the sky,

Over rooftops and then dive

Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And the flower

Would be its offering

Of love to the desert.

And the desert,

So dry and lonely,

That the creatures all

Appreciate the effort.

Texel or how we were almost blown away (literally)

Blank pages...

Because somehow the pages in my notebooks remain blank
I am forced these days to turn to other people for my words.
This you may have noticed.
Whether they be highly respected romantic poets or
just common people like me I discovered on the net...
I am thankful that somehow they have felt the same emotions as I
and have managed to translate them into beautiful sentences.
It is thrilling to read and use those perfect sentences that thrill me to the core,
but at the same time it's a drag as they remind me of my ever fighting inner creative existence that's still having a hard time trying to find a way out...
but it's a struggle I will never be prepared to give up
and well, if it proves to be an uphill struggle
then in the end it will be worth every drop of sweat and blood

The Importance of Friendship...

THE PERFECT FRIEND© S.J. McGrath
I thought I had found the perfect friend,

But it only took about a week for that to end,

I thought there was hope left in my life,

But as it turns out, it was only added strife,

I thought for once I had done something right,

But I quickly corrected that oversight,

I thought I wasn’t useless or a bore,

But I was all that and even more,

I thought there was a purpose to my days,

But that was only a very short phase,

I thought you weren’t like all the rest,

But like those before, you failed the test,

I thought you would stay with me, at least for a bit,

But you decided it was better just to quit,

I thought life was worth living for a moment in time,

But the life I wanted could never be mine,

I thought the hunger inside had been fed,

But now I know, I was just being misled.

And now I think I’ve found another perfect friend,

How long before my heart is broken again

...as yet you've not got your niche in creation...

"You’re neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad;you’re as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you’re unexplained as yet you’ve not got your niche in creation."

~Radclyffe Hall (1883–1943), spoken by the tutor character, Puddle, inThe Well of Loneliness (1928)

HELP

Help, I need somebody,

help, not just anybody,

help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,

I never needed anybody's help in any way.

But now these days are gone,

I'm not so self assured,

now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,

and I do appreciate you being round.

Help me, get my feet back on the ground,

won't you please, please, help me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,

my independence seems to vanish in the haze.

But every now and then I feel so insecure,

I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,

and I do appreciate you being round.

Help me, get my feet back on the ground,

won't you please, please, help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,

I never needed anybody's help in any way.

But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,

now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,

and I do appreciate you being round.

Help me, get my feet back on the ground,

won't you please, please, help me, help me, help me, oh.

(The Beatles)

How words can make life beautiful...

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.