Sweet Crimson

I wonder if it is the lucidity of the blood
Flowing freely down the lanky arm
Criss-crossing past the veins
Till the tip of the long yellowing finger nails?

Or is it the takeover by the bright crimson
Of the white of my ghostly pale skin
Till the memory of anything monochrome
Is just a faded image, as if it never were?

Could it be the sound of the blade
As it elegantly swishes past its enemy
Could it be the ecstasy in my heart
At the inevitability of what’s in store?

Could it be happy anticipation
Of the pain that will give me my pleasure
Could it be the pleasure of control
Of inviting death, at one’s own accord?

Could it be this moment, and nothing else
That I had spent my whole life waiting for?
Born perhaps to live, but certainly to die
If the destination is so near, why travel so far?

Defying life, defying all,
I give up my life, in happy delirium
For in pleasure, we seek pain,
And in pain, we find our pleasure.

Bluffmaster

Bluffmaster, I was called
Placing the cards, that’s all it took
An ace when it should be a king
A queen for a nine
An eight for a ten
A puny two for the regal prince.
Keep a straight face
And no one will ever know
No blink of the eye
No twitch of the brow
No stutter in your voice
With the same rhythm of [...]

On writing

A Eulogy to a deserted friend
A meandering river,
that knows not where its headed.
It twists and turns
at every little rock and rift,
headed somewhere,
no one knows where
Not even me,
though I hold the pen.
A gentle wind
that whispers.
Thoughts that were
always there, but never
heard before
Caresses with love
and wonder, all
who care to listen.
A burning fire,
fueled by ardor or amour.
Often writing in [...]

An adieu to autumn

The last of the leaves on the trees in my garden gave in to the strong Dutch winds today, and I sadly bid farewell to my favourite season -
If fall be a lady,
she would be fair;
With flaming red hair
[...]

A flight from perfection

An ode to the smudges in our pristine lives
I glance pensively at my long lived life
I see a pure white sheet with a lone dark stain;
And I can’t help but reminisce on that sordid spot.
Many a years have passed since that eventful day
Yet how could I ever forget the guilt of a misdeed done?
An escape [...]