She called him out

For a fleeting moment he felt a sudden shock
She called him out to display her his emotion
But he wouldn’t want his pent-up heart to unlock
Although he loved her by absolute devotion

She was constantly in his thoughts
Filled the emptiness of his soul
She was his line between the dots
Her touch made him lose his control

She was the beginning of his world
And also the end when time stood still
Yearning made his emotions unfurled
A predatory hunger to fill

A soul-searching kiss from her, stirred his blood
Deriving pleasure and flames of desire
Her caress filled him with overwhelming flood
His eyes did sparkled his devotion’s fire

Shallow hole

I hear you knocking, knocking on my front door
For the umpteenth time you are asking for more
But this time I am not in the mood to give
I haven’t got the heartiness to be positive

I close my eyes and pretend I only see shadows
I let go and don’t care where the wind blows
Only know that what has happened, is past
I have found my peace of mind at last

I finally realize it’s no longer in my hand
Our love was just a shallow hole in the sand
I was only running towards a brickwall
Wondering if you ever knew me at all

Shades of midnight

When the clock strikes at midnight life seemed to change
Shades of the evening turned into something strange
The soft hues of the evening sky disappeared
Instead there was a sudden brightness so weird

A dark purple clashed with bright paprika spice
Then licorice and blue competed so nice
Cinnamon and chocolate fired up the sky
A bit of gold was added to amplify

I wondered if I was moved to fairyland
Never before did I see colors so grand
But when I opened my eyes I understood
My imaginative dreams are far too good


My hands are searching in the dark
Vain for a tangible proof
Dazed in my desperation
Sufficating in sorrow

Would I not trade my life
To return all this suffering
To give my life for you
Joyfully start again

Now I am here without you
With empty hands
All my love left
A dream shattered

You will always be with me


When the sadness overwhelms me
And gloomy nights are just too long
I think about things that could be
Of a future where I’ll be strong

When the sadness overwhelms me
And I know I am all alone
I contemplate and disagree
With all the common things unknown

When the sadness overwhelms me
Realizing that no one shares
I’m weeping over what could be
And deep passion nobody cares

When the sadness overwhelms me
I reach within and find the guts
And know that my heart can be free
My bravery outshines the cuts

Reflections on a window

I look outside and see the world pass by
When I close my eyes I see reflection
Because I realise that when I watch
I only see part of a collection

I see myself on the different side
Trying to look at my intricate life
But all I see is illumination
Of a hot-headed and discordant strife

It’s only in the middle of the night
When it’s silent and all the lights turned low
That I can distinguish a life’s journey
I see a reflection, a shade of glow

When the nightlight radiates in my eyes
And I can have peace with my existence
I know I can embrace the whole wide world
So easy without any resistance

So if you just let me in my night life
I will be as satisfied as can be
Because in the end all there is to know
The reflections are solely seen by me

Red hat ladies

When I walked past I noticed three old ladies on a bench
They behaved high-spirited as they were simply a wench
At first sight I thought their retirement surely must have come
But they seem so talkative and very adventuresome

They sipped their coffee and were laughing like sweet little girls
Dressed with flowers on their bold red hats and earrings with pearls
Gossiping the morning away with scintillate laughter
I thought this was something everybody have sought after

Carefree and fearless they were dancing through their bursting lives
Filled with impartial love as girlfriends, grandmothers and wives
One of the white-haired ladies grinned and winked a flirty eye
When a man on roller skates in his eighties passed her by

I snickered delighted and asked if I could join the fun
Let their joy ease my sorrow and let me in on the pun
But well of course dearest girl, they all three said straight away
Enjoy like you are without a care in the world and play

So from now on I have three new old souls for which I care
And you can guess the kind of headgear that I gladly wear
I bought myself a bouquet of flowers for my red hat
And I enjoy immensely from my daily fun and chat


Hear my voice, hear my news
I have an important declaration to make
It is something not entirely amuse
There is some big event at stake

It is the year of nineteen fifty seven
That wonderful day of June the thirteenth
There comes a dazzling baby from heaven
Not on the twelfth of the fourteenth

Just on a simple Thursday night
It is the 164th day of the year
There comes a beautiful girl in sight
At this time it is still unclear

How she is like, what she will achieve
But there is one thing I can predict
She is the one you should believe
The best mediator in any conflict

Because I can surely guarantee
She will see the cons and pros
And while everybody can disagree
Eventually she is the one who knows

If you have a problem that needs to be solved
And you can’t find the answer on your own
Just ask her if she wants to be involved
And lead you by the hand into the unknown


I thought you were my friend
But your laughs were not sincere
You were acting as my best friend
But when I need you, you’re not here

I thought friends would stick together
And of all the times we spent
It makes me wonder whether
You ever were a real friend

Was I real or just a pastime
I thought friends would always be there
But you started my name to begrime
And you were busy elsewhere

So this will be my last mistake
Of choosing the wrong friend
It spares me some stomach ache
Just need to learn how to pretend


She told me she had a friend
They are writing once in awhile
Playful memories without end
About anything with a smile

Or sometimes with a tear in her eyes
Because life isn’t always fair
This friendship is a blessing in disguise
Because they are always there

For each other when needed the most
A friendly word, a blowing kiss
And when the letter comes with the post
It will bring them both some bliss

This year they have a celebration
Of a friendship of 50 years
Such a long relation
They have seen laughter and tears