ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

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

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

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
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around description
saying nothingness
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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
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saampjes

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

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

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

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

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

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
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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

 

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

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

 

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