Trying to write in English. Mobar also known as Henk van Dijk and Jeroen Splinterman is living in Amsterdam East in the Netherlands.
zaterdag 11 augustus 2012
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O awake for days
loneliness allows stupid thinking
amount wrinkles you could caress
because what is left of love.
vrijdag 25 mei 2012
For a moment
12-01-2010
Just a feeling in a white winter.
5 stemmen Vier sterren
1729 x bekeken.
For a moment
Nightshadow gives silence
deep feelings and emotions
more dureable inside
than winterwhite snow
of forgotten daylight.
Just a feeling in a white winter.
5 stemmen Vier sterren
1729 x bekeken.
For a moment
Nightshadow gives silence
deep feelings and emotions
more dureable inside
than winterwhite snow
of forgotten daylight.
vrijdag 20 april 2012
Eveningred
13-01-2010
I saw the beauty of eveningred
behind the horizon of my sleeping bed
I turned to the sun in gentle blue
and said to the girl: how do you do?
She said to me: I’m feeling nice
I wish I was in paradise.
I saw the beauty of eveningred
behind the dreams here in my head.
x
Undoubtedly conceivable
If he can paint reality
without imagination, as it is
where people think
Ventilate opinions
then he probably paints
a skater on thin ice
or a weary Mayor
but not reality
fantasy without expecting
undoubtedly
dawns on him in
words and doubts
to begin again
if he can paint
without losing reality
better feeling than thought
that time doubted
and people do not feel
how he staggers to abyss
difficult by descent
the fate of his writing
where youth again passes
when the times
conceivable
completed in change.
I saw the beauty of eveningred
behind the horizon of my sleeping bed
I turned to the sun in gentle blue
and said to the girl: how do you do?
She said to me: I’m feeling nice
I wish I was in paradise.
I saw the beauty of eveningred
behind the dreams here in my head.
x
Undoubtedly conceivable
If he can paint reality
without imagination, as it is
where people think
Ventilate opinions
then he probably paints
a skater on thin ice
or a weary Mayor
but not reality
fantasy without expecting
undoubtedly
dawns on him in
words and doubts
to begin again
if he can paint
without losing reality
better feeling than thought
that time doubted
and people do not feel
how he staggers to abyss
difficult by descent
the fate of his writing
where youth again passes
when the times
conceivable
completed in change.
maandag 14 november 2011
zaterdag 29 oktober 2011
Painting
Painting
I made a painting
one square meter unspoken truth
about welness and eruption
to love this lovely life
streaming through my lonely dreams
bubbling rivers of affection
red and yellow, black and blue
going in every strange direction
did all the dirty work last night
painting something out of my mind
did all the painting for myself last night
until the early hours of the morning
wasted hands and wasted mind
through my lonesome soulful moaning
did all the lonely work last night
all through the darkest hours
joyful hands and joyful heart
please hear, my soulful moaning
please dream, about my moanfull soul
I made a painting for the world last night.
Written by: Mobar
I made a painting
one square meter unspoken truth
about welness and eruption
to love this lovely life
streaming through my lonely dreams
bubbling rivers of affection
red and yellow, black and blue
going in every strange direction
did all the dirty work last night
painting something out of my mind
did all the painting for myself last night
until the early hours of the morning
wasted hands and wasted mind
through my lonesome soulful moaning
did all the lonely work last night
all through the darkest hours
joyful hands and joyful heart
please hear, my soulful moaning
please dream, about my moanfull soul
I made a painting for the world last night.
Written by: Mobar
zaterdag 18 september 2010
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