The Sea

Control is a great illusion

A movement of action

And the control is gone

If it ever was

We are just moving on a sea

Of strong emotions and actions

The storm brings us home

Eventually by the end of the day

Game of Words

I play a game with you

You play a game with me

I pretend to write

You pretend to read

Maybe will see

Something new to be

Connection and Message to Humanity

Jesus has left the cross

And returned to earth

To tell us the will and word

Of his Father and the Holy Ghost

Nothing has been heard

For over two thousand years

And now he is back,

The man and God to whom

We direct our prayers

The message is loud and clear

But in the same time

Incomprehensible

“Eat Dutch cheese now or

Be forever condemned

Like the fig tree”

I woke up and

Turned of the radio

Only to fall asleep again

Thinking

My mind is cold

Calculating

How things could be

What will happen

What will not happen

Underneath that is

Grief, sorrow and frustration

Time will only heal

Some wounds

A Gain

A day full of nightmares

Daymares

A strange city

Filled with rich angry people

Honking their horns

All the time

Let me go back

To sleep the reality

Again