Native soul

I saw the Lines of my native country
created by clouds in the sky
Suddenly the smell of burning cedar wood
tempted my nostrils

My senses responded by singing out loud
They sang this song
And the words represent long forgotten memories
With the melody as a guard to accomplish the maximum effect
nothing can go wrong

Deep inside me lives an old Indian
Melancholic ‘bout the forest
And the stars which collide

I’m humming
To warm myself up
For the cry of the century

Gerhardt Heusinkveld
17-05-2007
10:55uur
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We are Titans

In the way we say, as how we act.
This shining mirror will react.
We don’t fool around, as much as mess.
Only straight, forward seems less.

We are Titans, in word and deed.
We crush and heal, don’t beg but steal.
We are Titans.

In a spider-web we move around.
Then we appear, without a sound.
We travel light don’t make a stop.
Moving on, refilling our cup.

We are Titans, in word and deed.
We crush and heal, don’t beg but steal.
We are Titans.

-Gerhardt Heusinkveld-

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Poem #1

09-01-09
Victorie

She is

She is writing down a word

To construct a sentence

And hold up her thoughts

Out of them letters

Words

Sentences

Then she starts to draw

Characters

To give faces to her fears

Face them

Stand out for it

Control it

What do you stand out for?

She is

She is expressing herself

To get to know herself

Velocity is her name

Hope you’ll meet her one day

In the mean-time

We’ll keep playing our songs

Thank you for listening
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Poem #2

28-01-09
Patronaat

Firm handshake

A name

Sound check

Bit of shame

Insecure

New Faces

Same reference

Triangle existence

More people

No resistance

How much time will it take?
Will no-one ever know

So

Let’s have some fun

Let’s get on