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…
Tag: Free lance writing
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…
When Insomnia calls
When night fallsAnd Insomnia callsMy eyes closeBut my mind flows.I stare into the darknessAnd think about this madnessIt’s going to be a long night son.Solomon.
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…
The Eagle
Learn to fly alone The great eagle seldom flies with an another. And yet he soars highest. Be like the the great eagle. LEARN TO FLY ALONE. Solomon
DEAD WRITERS AND POETS
Then I read a BIBLE
LOVE had to be crucified so we all could live.
Thorns to the neck, he bled
Carried our cross instead
Then nailed to it like a thief
A wild dog, A worthless being.
One by one the nails went deep
Deep in the hands and feet.
And LOVE looked us all in the eye
Forgave our sins, our dirty sins.
And breathed his last.
SMALL WANTINGS
Let’s hold hands and get lost in the silence. May I drown in your soul and suffocate in your very existence. Let the beauty of the silence, the peak of the darkness and the mystery of desire swallow us up. So that we may get lost, never to be found. SOLOMON
16th September, 1580. VENICE
A LIFE’S PROLOGUE VENICE 16th September, 1580 The night had been long. The night had been cold. Robbers and thieves, heartbreaks and murderers, angels and behemoths had all roamed this particular night The northern winds had been strong. The whispers in the night had been loud…
