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Een Paar Verhalen: Too Late
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There was an error in this gadget. Thursday, February 2, 2012. Have you ever been too late. Too late to tell someone. Too late to warn someone. Too late to confess to someone. I have been too late. The feelings welling up before. Trying to make you say what you will. And when you do, the moment is gone. The person is gone. Someone said it before you. You feel like a fool. And there are two things you can do. Accept that you were too late. Or to still say what you will. There is no use is beating yourself.
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Een Paar Verhalen: September 2011
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There was an error in this gadget. Monday, September 5, 2011. The rails slip away as the train journeys forth. The clouds over head falling behind as we pick up speed. There is a zeppelin the sky. Floating defiantly with it's skin made of lead. Cows graze in the large open squares. Restrained by thin channels of water. Around me words are spoken. Some I know but most I don't. Words I will know some day. A train flashes past. Forcing air between us. As quick as it came it is gone. In the quiet of the night.
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Een Paar Verhalen: The Reflection Lake
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There was an error in this gadget. Friday, October 22, 2010. Wind in my hair. Just me myself and I. Floating across the lake. To view the vista around me. Trekked upping by only hikers. The clouds floating aimlessly in the sky. Nowhere to be seen. Are people with a schedule. Nowhere are the cars or trucks. I sit and reflect on my life. Thinking of what I've done. I think about who I will be. The next time I'm here. I think about who I'll be with. The dock closes in and i snap back to life. Wind in my hai...
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Een Paar Verhalen: Reputation
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There was an error in this gadget. Thursday, February 9, 2012. The essence of one’s being. What society is seeing. The reputation of a man. Is made by what one has done. Taught at an early age. Shaped on a world stage. If one is rash calm or wise. It will affect its size. If one is just and brave. Then that is how it will behave. The reputation of one. Is second only to one’s name. When one is though about. Mailable but strong as steel. One’s reputation is no small claim. One may never be sane.
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Een Paar Verhalen: Life's Not So simple
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There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, February 12, 2011. Lifes Not So simple. Life isn’t this way. Life isn’t black nor white. Life is a canvas. Where our colors mix. Where some are brushed over. Life isn’t this way. It’s not all yes and no. There are maybe’s. Or even I don’t knows. Life isn’t this way. Where there are only ones and twos. What of threes and fours. Endless possibilities for us to explore. Life is this way. Life is a colorful canvas. Life is never a simple answer. Lifes Not So simple.
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Een Paar Verhalen: This Feeling
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There was an error in this gadget. Tuesday, August 21, 2012. What is that feeling inside? Where the insides tense, where the brain buckles down, and the stomach flips. What is that emotion when the person speaks, or is seen? What is that feeling that is felt? Where does it come from, why is it there, who put it there, can it go away, is it real, do they feel the same? Could it be a myth? What all those people believe. Could it all be a lie? But what is that feeling? Writing this I want to make it known&#...
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Een Paar Verhalen: Love Is Invisible
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There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, June 7, 2014. Love is an invisible thing. Something that makes a heart sing. But loving is not an invisible thing. The expression of love is unmistakeable. The desire to always be with whom we love,. Is expressed in our thoughts,. Love is a two way street,. Where o ne person alone cannot be the only lover. For this is how love is poison,. Poison to the brain and poison to the heart. Where that person, if alone. Love might be invisible,. Love is invisible,.
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Een Paar Verhalen: While The World Spins
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There was an error in this gadget. Monday, February 6, 2012. While The World Spins. While the world spins around. And you stand still. You can see the sun set in the west. And you can see the moon rise in the east. You can imagine yourself. Your world spinning on its axis. Around the sun through space. On an arm of the milky way. You can imagine all the other people. Looking at the wonder of the universe. How the wheel of life turns through the sky. And moves into the cosmos. While the world spins around.
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Een Paar Verhalen: The Promises of the Young
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There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, November 20, 2011. The Promises of the Young. There may have been a fight. A swear, a mess, or a smell. Anything to make you think. I will never do that when I am grown up. I will never fight like that. I will never swear like that. Or I will never smell like that. And so you promise yourself that. But as life continues in its circle. You end up making many promises. You promise that you will be the best father or mother possible. Probably not each one. While th...
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Een Paar Verhalen: November 2011
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There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, November 20, 2011. The Promises of the Young. There may have been a fight. A swear, a mess, or a smell. Anything to make you think. I will never do that when I am grown up. I will never fight like that. I will never swear like that. Or I will never smell like that. And so you promise yourself that. But as life continues in its circle. You end up making many promises. You promise that you will be the best father or mother possible. Probably not each one. But part...
