ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

captured light

believe in Beauty, flashing senses
it takes courage to see sensuality
zoek a look
sensuous sentence, offers a pattern
simplifying simulation every stone in a Bubble
zoek a look

standing still

stil 

drop without an ocean, no flow of quadrant
a distant tree, whispering names on your way
zoek a look
across silent breaks
its in your hands, under your feet flowing in your ears
zoek a look

what goes around comes around

what goes around comes around

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
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around description
saying nothingness
zoek a look

it hurts

it hurts

Dottle over a road, of mystery meaningless tread
tired march of stems
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wisps makes you go
used to empty rooms, no matter what you do
zoek a look

saampjes

saampjes

locked away rocks
freak window seal leaking dreams
zoek a look
drop by drop, lash-hold of the scream bird
leave window by horsehairs
zoek a look
purple shoes as wings

wings in your eyes

wings in your eyes

A certain dream while walking along in different shoes around different times into different landscapes. Holding my camera in my hand.

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shadow of the moon

shadow of the moon
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white geese glide by
black hull waiting for some frosty bite of bread
in the sliver white light
giving shadows of a neck
no camera can picture

shadow of the moon

as the spark goes dull, by bright taking
away
the dark of the moon light

staying a little while chatting
in untold language
to visitors of the night

shadow of the moon

water turned
black hole with a fluff of white geese
my breath becomes
one with a puff lowering mist

shadow of the moon

longing for the glow of coal
the gander frowns
to find an other door in
moon
through
the
film
rancid rainbow
my door is no more than a flip flop

roos
from the cruising art gallery
Wånderlust

CLOUT

CLOUT

telling a visual story of, a cold early morning glory
yesterday feels as old, as the centre of the earth
hands cramped, writing down some lousy words, for a fly to understand
as others search, for meanings, inside a church
the bird flies, silent, in a scream, as she knows, what we don’t see

 

grass sun

a tear falling, in a memory
as the wind, ripples the stream
oooh cloud, go away, i don’t want your drops, of gold as they, blister my nails
let her walk down the fields, as the wind tears the eyes of teal

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it makes no sense, to see all that unreal
disappearing, sincere
not too long, as you blast the gong, for the last verse

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stumbling feet go ahead, through the muddy slit
where is the rubber, where is the gum
ach let it go
the
delusion of surreal

what i don’t want to see, you will see
surreal doesn’t have to be, a dream