Did they tell them
Just once,
That he was loved?
Did they hold them
In their arms,
And call him beloved?
Did they touch his face
So he could know
That he was real?
Pet his hair,
His cheek,
So he could just feel?
Was he alone,
Locked in
And locked up in his mind?
Could you tell him,
That you love him,
Have you even tried?
But in the end
He was on his own
When you murdered his life.
I hope you
Will suffer like he did
When you die.
It is always the same,
I am holding my breath
And hear what you are saying,
I think I am waiting,
For the other shoe
To drop on my head.
That sometimes feeling
That something is wrong.
It sneaks up on me from a deep place
And jumps from your face
To the back of my mind
And onto an age old song.
And when I say that most of the time, I am ok
It is not a lie that I tell.
Even when I am spiraling back
And the tiniest thing sends me over the edge.
I know the truth
For I know you well.
It is just that my mind sometimes get stuck in the past.
And the feelings that truth will never last.
Someone always ended up driving a wedge.
Right to my chest.
Right through my chest.
Too often, I found
That I woke up dead.
Don’t lie to me.
You feel like betrayal to me, somehow.
I hold you in my hands and things have changed.
I don’t know what is happening inside of you.
And the truth of it all has yet to be explained.
All that I can do is wait,
And it never seems like enough to me.
I want my mind to release this weight.
The unknown sensation of my reality.
Give my answers with clarity.
I need to know what future will hold.
But I am bound to waiting.
Ticking seconds to the truth is told.
I cannot always do what I want to.
Some days exist just to breathe.
I just wished my mind let me be.
I cannot always do what I want to.
I'm always ok and always ready to break.
Unable to bend more while people just take.
I cannot always do what I want to.
So I just lie here staring at the ceiling.
Willing some rest into my being.
Wishing society would leave me whole.
Wanting society to leave me alone.
Too much hay on the fork.
Too many old cows in the water.
Too much Dutch in my mouth,
And I think I don’t get it.
You don’t say what you mean,
You make it sound fancy.
When you ask me how I am,
You demand a nonanswer.
And I know what it is always
What you want me to say,
But damn I don’t like lying.
Why do you make it that way?
You think you are nonconfusing,
You are mellow and relaxed.
But you have more rules
Than you have friends to tag.
Samen zijn
En samenkomen.
Samen blijven
En samen doorstomen.
Samen verandering
En samen sterker.
Samen leren
En samen ontdekken.
Samen luisteren
En samen leven.
#KomBij1
Voor dit maatschappelijk streven.
The call for freedom
Comes from the ego’s
Who strangle our freedom
As they go
Threading on the dead
To get
What they think
They deserve to get.
Spreading their lies
Saying we live one.
Spreading disease
Claiming there is none.
Don’t support
Conspiracy terrorists.
They will come for you next.
