[used to to be]

Walked through it, but not in there anymore,
thanks to the One who build me back,
and is in the process of restoration
and draws my boundaries in pleasant places,
so I can love and be loved again.

But the song is a beautiful reminder.

[it comes in waves]

One says yes
One says no
I've got to stop to listen to these voices
And you are silent

Somewhere like behind a veil
Beautifully drawn picture
I can draw into existence
what we don't have
And you are silent

Did I ever matter
or did you ever consider
I don't dare to ask
And you are silent

On thin ice, with plenty of sand
a bucket of small fish
and so many generations of curly haired children
stunning but not yet born
And you are silent

[depth sounder]

If I don't hold on to this happiness, will it slip away or would it stay
the problem is i'm not hurting anymore
such a lame problem
you have rescued me from the darkness
and I can't close myself in it 

Yet on a foreign territory, no man's land
this is where I have never been, and I confess I don't know the rules
Scenery familiar when I close my eyes and 
yet never seen when I look harder,
Threehundred-seventy-six steps I've ran 
and will be running further still
where turtles swim past the ocean so flawless
if you won't stop me, and
say you are willing to take a risk with
taming what is wild
enough to hold it close, at arm's length
Are we cautious or are we just wise
Who will ever know
But you provide a home for the restless in me
Home is wherever I am with you
But I don't want to take away 
what you have got, you are too good to be true
and you are much desired, and I don't easily share,
I unconsciously avoid saying anything that would
break what we have
I'm holding onto air
My lung's a thief
Should I know you
A stranger though you seem
You feel like home
Fade and then return
Alternate universe
And it takes me those seventeen days 
to get over 
where we have been
(where rocks and seashells belong)
forget 
and then continue
[Unless you take a stand and want, I won't be a thing.]
Waiting, without expectations,
but curios.

[Just wanted to tell..]

Can I tell you about my favourite birthday present?
Well, I will tell anyway.

Wilde Dieren / Wild Animals from Rop van Mierlo


About Wild Animals
The snake rattles, the lion yawns and man makes a book.
A wild book for civilized people.
A sophisticated book for wild people.
A beautiful book with wild animals for civilized people.
A book with beautiful animals for wild people.


About Rop 
He is a man.
He is fascinated by people,
the human condition, and its strange consequences.
He once had a dog that bit off the tip of his ear.
He looks at himself and at the rest.
He is a mirror. He is crazy.
We are all crazy, he once said at a party.
He does not give answers. He asks questions.
He shapes, pushes and turns, builds and lets it flow.
He offers worlds.


(And, this definition reminds me much of the giver of the gift)
Check the 'Wilde Dieren' out: http://wild-animals.nl/

[wilderthorn]

[olivia]

on a closer look
such delicate features
astonishing
not just the plain surface
but intrigued details
fairy
warrior
princess
what would your descendants look like

[a migliorare il tuo rotto]

worthlessness built on
the knowledge of there not being anyone
who is responsible for valuing
or to defend

in this company i keep
it doesn't qualify me to be a leader

woman, somehow less,
not worthy of being held up,
protected
where is the crown
now turning to thorns

how to be vulnerable
and fullness of strength
available

glass walls, invisible barriers,
what if I haven't made this choice
(or even if I have)

O God,
from these fractions
would you make my story complete
so that with the whole of my being
I could reflect your light,
so bright,
in all the colours of the rainbow
sign of covenant

[what to expect]

Forgive me before you read further,
It's not your fault.
Let me get it out and in order,
I like my ducks all over the place.
Now that just doesn't quite cut it,
because I like my space and not invaders,
nice to be wanted but not if something
is wanted of me.
You can't impress me much
by following, by learning my speak
and by imitating my manner of words
It should be I who wants to follow
who would get impressed
and who would adore the steps one takes
So create your own language
Man your own speech
Rise up with ambition
Be yourself, learn to stand alone
and you will surely find your counterpart
(but most probably not from here).
Yes I'm abusing the grammar here,
but I think even Anne of Avonlea
would stand with me.

[awakenings with frustration]

Oh please make me laugh today,
to forget about myself for a moment
and then to rediscover.
Waking up to screams uncalled
I don't think I can take it much more
The countdown has began
as it has so many times before.
Safe to say, it would be
sweet to settle,
keep myself in hiding
and not to be seen.
But don't think I'm called to that,
so eight, seven, six,
grant me with wisdom and love,
five, four, three,
grant me with courage and faith,
two, one,
FLY.