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Forlorn at shore
The cold air touches my faceMy shivering body longing for a soft embraceStanding here my feet in the sandMissing your fingers in my handThe wind whistles over the dunesA melody filled with sad tunesThe grey water turns whiteMeeting the land under the winter sun, oh so brightOne day I will stand here...
Read out allNot-Easter
Why does my nation stand still?Remembering a day long pastSome dude getting back from the deadA dude that spoke of wine and breaking breadI seen better shows many timesWhy not hail CopperfieldHe at least is out of our timeBut does the nation pause for him?Or go to church to dance and singEaster...
Read out allLifetime
A lifetime has been givenA future to be writtenSo much time to fillThen why do I stand stillI should be on my wayExperiencing life day by dayGathering my storyFilling paper with gloryMy feet are nailed to the groundStanding in fear profoundFearing a future I not yet seeNot knowing who, what or how...
Read out allMusic in the mist
Fog surrounds meNight takes holdAir is chillyMoon light fights her way downKept in a tranceNot able to look awayForlornGlistening silver comes nearPendant round a neckWhite skin covered in black silkWide black canopy drapes to the groundLong pale fingers touch my faceFear is replaced by calmThis dark is not evilCloser to heaven I...
Read out allA ring
A ringNo end, no beginSo where do we step inLets go roundHomeward boundBut where to go when that home is not yet foundLife is a mazeMade of pretended graceAnd sheer lies to the faceHow are we to findThe one so sweet and kindSo wonderful you want to bindBut when we do find...
Read out allManifest
Muddy footprints over the floorEnding at the couch they started at the doorOn the couch I think back with passionWriting down my life’s confessionFor eternal I might not beBut maybe now people will remember me Rens Molenaar (8 March 2006)
Read out allA day in park!
DadBallSwingHome-runSmilePrideWarmthA day in park! Rens Molenaar (13 February 2006)
Read out allWe are free!
Reach for your weapons and start to fightUnder the impression it is a rightPicking up signsUseless walking the picking lineNew leaders what will they tellMarching a nation down to hellPoliticiansMen with twisted visionsUnity, seems utopia to meUnderstand and learn to disagreeMaybe then people can say“We are free!” Rens Molenaar (27 January 2006)
Read out allA winter morning walk
A warm breath escapes my lipsForming a small fog in the airZipping my coat all upStill feeling the icy breezeMy thoughts wonder as I walkThinking of her, the one I loveSuddenly not so cold anymore Rens Molenaar (22 January 2006)
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