life story

It’s always the eyes, always has been. They write the first few lines of this poem, And the first few lines of any good story. Its been written by our ancestors that moments before you die, Your whole life flashes right before your eyes. But the ancestors were wrong, for our life stories are written…

Lighthouse

And the poet stopped.Took a deep breath and with a a sighStarted all over again.Only this time, he lived one day at a time.Loose from all human attachment.Loose from all the pain, all the tearsA choice not by desire but necessity.And on each day he only looked ahead,Miles away into the fog where a bright…

Ik had mijn bril niet op

For my dutch readers: A poem by Solomon Ik weet dat we elkaar eerder hebben ontmoet. Ik weet dat we waarschijnlijk al eerder hebben gesproken. En ik dacht dat ik je tenminste goed genoeg kende. Maar gisteren, Gisteren was de eerste keer dat ik je zag met mijn bril op. God, ik kan zweren dat…

Chasing the Northern Lights

Prologue He travelled to all four corners of the earth in search of the light. And he got nothing but scars to show for it. And one fateful day he found something strange. It was neither dark nor bright, some called it twilight, others called it nebula. So the poet accepted his fate and made…

Caramel Nightingale

Dearest caramel nightingale My thoughts are lost within your dark silky hair I sense a bit of lavender and jasmine So that my demons start to roam Through this dark red ichor of mine As red as those lips of strawberry If I would, I’d pro’ly lick the red off Before proceeding to adore your…

Screaming into the darkness

I’d prefer a full moon any day To those halflings in the sky every now and then Yes they shine, they really do But I guess its not always the light that counts Sometimes, it’s actually the darkness The contrast between the white and black of the night It’s the effect it leaves on a…

Trinity

I fell in love with who you used to be, Then I fell in with who you are. And I’ve fallen for the person you are trying to be. Sometimes I get lost, torn between these many versions of you But even in that vacuum, that myriad of emotions if you may, There is only…

BRIDGE BETWEEN NETHERWORLD AND NIRVANA

I found a strange comfort in my netherworld  Screams so loud they numbed my hearing  I embraced the darkness till I became its very nature  I dined with the swines and Lucifer  I had fallen, A price I had to pay for being worthless.  A single bridge separates my netherworld from Nirvana  And the road to it won’t be easy  But my…

Dancing in the rain

When the spring rains fell And lovers danced in the fields I hoped I’d be brought out of my hell And let go of this protective shield So I did I went out dancing Hoped that the rains touched me Just like they did on everyone else So I waited. Oh, I waited It rained…

You Are

Then my view changed, And my past was in sight But my future lay beyond the horizon, In the distance together with the setting sun. So I listened to the voices And wrote as they spoke. “Though you are broken as the ancient vases Though your past covered in shame in tears Though you may…