Ecclesiastes,
from you, to me.


Ashes to ashes,
and dust, turns to dust.
We labor, aplenty,
for labor, we must

Our talents, we use
as best as we can.
We labor, together,
for our fellow man.

A coffee, from you,
and sonata, from me --
We'll both make sweet music
for posterity.

Our goals, preordained --
with joys, and with pain.


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jrm
23 Apr 16

MOEDERLIEFDE (met bevroren handen)


Is het hart dat nooit van jou kan zijn

Is het hart dat naast jou wakker wordt

En huilt voor jou aanwezigheid

Is de zon die verborgen zit, in je hart

Brengt de hoop terug waar het hoort te zijn

Bij het Zijn
Bij het Zijn

Voor de liefde die alles kan

Verscheuren, als die ene lijdt

Als zij Lijdt
Als zij Lijdt

En Jupiter wordt kwaad

Als de zon de wereld verblijdt, zonder reden

Zij vindt het Fijn
Zij vindt het Fijn

DJ'16

(Thank you Yoko, You Only Know Once)

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Your poem sounds beautiful, Julie. But, it only tickles my perception,
armed only with its German. es tut mir leid.

:o)

Your poem sounds beautiful, Julie. But, it only tickles my perception,
armed only with its German. es tut mir leid.

:o)

The mother tongue is always the clearest way to express oneself, Jim.

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Permit a somber note:


Our Last Renaissance


This time, it seems,
we won't survive.
Change comes too fast;
we're bound to die.

Three hundred years,
the first one took.
And, people died,
to read a book.

A pilgrimage
to salve the mind --
then, start a war,
to save mankind.

Our goals, too dear.
It's love, we fear.


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jrm
28 Apr. 16

The Dragons Stone


It bumped up the ceiling,
Up the hole, where matter in form
Of T-Shirts would disappear,
Floating on to Goa music.

All could hear with sane ears,
Average Joe’s could even hear the fears.

Lawless communication is deferred
By those non-interacting passer-by’s.
Down underground, they know them so well.

No need for bothering the light too much,
As it is owned by our mighty king, the Sun.

All could see, with sane eyes,
Where the light would take them.

DJ'16

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What The Morning Brings

Bliss comes through the open window
While the Seraphs greet the Cherubs
With a smile.

The dove nods at the stranger on the balcony
And gives him some courage to guide his instinct

ROU-COU
ROU-COU

The cry of the child in a distance stumbled upon some

HIC-UPS
HIC-UPS

The child twinkled an eye
The Sun started smiling
With some accurate intelligence
Everyone was at peace

The paint on the canvas reflected the thoughts
Of the one, while the shadows played with
The thin line between love and life

Amen! Rejoiced, the vivid colours
Began to smile upon the sunshine

The child twinkled an eye
The Sun started smiling
With some accurate intelligence
Everyone was at peace

DJ'16

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Ik Ben Niet Blij

Ik ben niet blij
Het ligt aan de schijn
Dat het blijkt zo te zijn

Wat we reeds waren,
Onveranderd, door de eeuwen heen

Het verleden glimlacht naar de toekomst
Terwijl de kaars het licht breekt
Dat vooreerst schaduw was

De vierde tijger oogde natuurlijk,
Zoals de wet hem had voorgeschreven

Ik ben niet blij
Zoals we niet zijn,
Blijven we voor altijd vrij

Met een lekker glas wijn
Wordt het leven, met veel geluk,
Een festijn

I see January coming 'round the bend,
Whilst someone disturbed the slumber of the Rock
Only the one could enter, and he did,
While the rest got stuck in traffic

Ik ben niet blij
Het ligt aan de schijn
Dat het blijkt zo te zijn

DJ'16

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Chords


Chords. Lots of them.
All kinds.
Necessary, you say,
to get off the hill.

Off the hill,
down through the valley,
and,
thence...

Wherever you go,
Julie,
you will have
your chords...
and, your voice,

to get thence.

The best part --

you share them
with us.


* * *

jim m.,

for Julie detavernier

4 May 2016

Thank you Jim :)

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When You Play That Sweet Music

When I look at you, I feel at home
When you play that sweet music, I dream

I dream of you and me
And love and life
and everything we can be

When your shy eyes look at me, I melt away
When you play that sweet music, I dream

I melt away in your arms
In my dream
When I look into your eyes

You are the sweetest thing I've ever seen
your voice is like the deepest waterfall

Of purest soul
In my dream
Where everything can be

It never rains where you are
Only the Sun, who gives you his warmest smile,
accompanies us through the day

When you play that sweet music, I dream

I dream of you and me
And love and life
And everything we can be

I want to be with you, with the tiny stuff you make
I want to hold you, and never let you go, as if
It were the last minute in the existence of our Universe

INTERLUDE

When you play that sweet music, I dream
I dream of purest souls,
Intertwined with love and life

You play that tune and I look at your arms,
Where the Moon shows her shadows in mysterious ways

I want to be with you
I want to hold you
In my dream
And love and live
The intertwinement
Of purest souls

DJ'16

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...With tears and laughter, Julie!

...With tears and laughter, Julie!

Thanx Jim :) It's the first song of my third album. I wrote it for my BF.

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Wednesday Week

And one day, I tried to find your face
In the mirror beneath that place

And the writing on the ceiling
Had a message to it

We go walking in the park
With the moonlight shining over our heads

And the woods were caught on fire
While the Sun gave his last bit of information,
transported by those strange neutrinos

And one day, I tried to find your lips,
In that tiny spot beneath your nose

And the book on the table
Turned a page

We go up the stairs
With the moonlight shining over our heads

Love
Light
Life (oh life)
Laughter, and
Loneliness.
Love (oh love)

And the stars caught fire,
Distant Andromeda sent us some radio waves,
Transported by those fast photons

And one day, I tried to find your eyes,
The mirrors to your soul

The road to freedom
Curved at the horizon

INTERLUDE

It is true
It is normal, for it is
The darkness to arise
The light

DJ'16

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Beautiful, Julie.

Beautiful, Julie.

Thank you Jim.

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We're Lost


We're lost.
Society -- everybody --
is automatically
exploding --

Into a collage of
indifferent pieces --
awaiting a ruler

to reassemble it into
a familiar, peaceful,
picture.


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jrm
13 May 2016

Alleen, Mijn Liefste

Alleen de zoetigheid, mijn liefste,
Bevrijdt ons van de nachten der eenzaamheid,
Die zich schuilhoudt in de poelen van het poolijs.

Het groene land is het draagvlak van de grote eikebomen,
Die standvastig de wind met zich meedragen
En de roze bloemeknoppen de weg naar de groei aanwijzen.

De glooiing in het landschap vertoont de eerste tekens
Van de lente, die zich verblijd aankondigt met een nieuw verhaal
Dat zich op de volgende pagina van het boek der liefde bevindt.

Alleen de vrijheid, mijn liefste, is de weg die men bewandelt
Naar het licht Van onze koning, de Zon,
Die de deur naar het eeuwige leven angestvallig voor ons verborgen houdt.

In de grot-het gezegde gaat dat de duisternis alle spelonken van het kwaad tegenhoudt-
Kunnen we onze diepste fantasieën met zekerheid onze blik van vertrouwen geven.

Straks kom ik je tegemoet, waar ik bij jou wil zijn,
En waar de klanken van onze liefde de ruimte vullen die ons door God gegeven is
En waar het einddoel glimlachend naar ons knipoogt.

Alleen bij jou zijn, mijn liefste, geeft de weg naar die vrijheid
Die we allemaal voor ogen hebben, want de wereld is van iedereen
Die de deur naar de gezamelijke krachten weet te vinden.

INTERLUDE

Het kunstmatige weeskindje was onderweg naar morgen,
Terwijl het opnieuw blij was omdat zijn ouders herenigd waren,
En op hun beurt namen ook zij de wijsheid van de ouderen aan.

Alleen bij jou, mijn liefste
Alleen bij jou.

DJ'16

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Where The Nighthawks Fly

The ride was to not look behind
Once the road to destiny was true.

To continue the fear that is us,
The pain drilling side of this life.

How to do it gently?

We have to stroll behind the guardians
Of our path, in full confidence.

No, it is not in our style to be giving up now,
Better smile before the road is is done,
As it can not be denied.

While we think about a million different lives,
We change our direction without realizing
A reasonable reason.

And round we go
And round we go

In sight of our good Lord,
We don't know who we are,
As it is only a space in the void of
Our hearts where Love prevails.

No time to waste your life away
On unpaved roads that lead to
The struggle of climbing the wrong mountains.

How to do it softly?

We have to stroll ahead of our own thoughts
And think of the guardians who gave us
A reason to Love and Live.

It is not in our style to be giving up now.

The place where the nighthawks fly lies ahead,
The place where we do not look behind.

There is only one direction to go

Round and round
And round and round

In the circle of life, all birds hold so dear.

And round they go
And round they go

DJ'16

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Fire
Tears of Fire


Our tears, our tears of fire.
We cannot stop their dropping
from our eyes.

Burning, where they land,
we try to fathom
our loved one's loss.

The days left,
will be our infinity
to live,

through our
tears of fire.


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jrm
15 May 2016