Born 1979 in the Netherlands, studied philosophy, now juggling interests in poetry, philosophy, resistance, writing novels, sustainable living, and traveling.
I stand next to the ocean
the light of our hotel room
is still reflected on the waves
How much peace is in an evening walk
of two near strangers at the bay
when they hold hands and gently talk
even if their peace - has gone away
I will be ninety-five
and I will play my violin
in the shade of a tree
Poetry is always celebration
or its opposite. Making blackness
the word for everything:
A symbol, a sound,
For maggots, happiness is just around the coroner
let me speak of love, for it should be no silent thing.
Not what you do professionally but what can entertain you defines who you are.
I want my words to live in a redeeming, magnificent song to worship the hole in freedom
My words that are idiot contracts written to the music of escape.