!Why Here?

I wish that I was in Jagersveld
You cannot denounce it
With all there is to do
This place holds it

Peaceful and calm
Biking or swimming
Though sitting or more
Enjoyment prevails

Plush, Sunlight bathed beauty

Gazing upon me today
Reflecting back the day
Staring down eternity
Revealing law to me

Concerning posh and bright
Dropping out of the light
Looking upon the cycle
Turning into tomorrow

It seems to me as if she steals her soul from me. It must be, for it seems that I lack it more and more. Woe is me, but to life my fusion goes.

Evermore

far be it from me to see it
but a girl who has the world
should not at all ever
be in a situation whereas
she might be inclined slightly
to in the very least
come close to shedding a tear

she should be stately majesty
as I deem her in proper domain
which is everywhere and everlasting
soaring over the mountains
rising up from the sea
giving life from the birth
air from the foliage

this one is wonderful
this one is life but for me she resides apart
and I look on to not see reveille in beauty
but her in such undeserved sadness

i ever fall and stand simultaneously

what is it i see
what is it i say
do i take it with glee
do i just say hooray
and hope that i am free
and dare what i can prey

i look beyond what i say
i am stayed by what i see
from the crowd i hear hooray
from my sighs i bear glee
and entrenchments i fall prey
and staring towards the free

degrees

of what life are we
therefore yet
as when the life comes

we walk on tall and broad shouldered
whence one light shines us through
on walking and thinking we delve

through this such metaphor
alas is dealt
comeuppance strikes the blow

Silence-Running

the pace is so deafening
threatening the mind
the wake of the frightening

to the endzone run
walk up the hill to defeat
stopping for the goal
changing pace to get the gold
losing for the blood bought ground

It's March fools day... Just kidding.

Lost in de Dust

It was quite windy even more than usual today.

Trees were blowing all around
Some fell on the ground
Crash what was that awful sound

As the wind persistently blew, the front moved along. The closer it got, the more it looked like rain and cloud. But alas, it was upon us and no water fell on us. It was a sand front. Not to be confused with a sand storm. But I guess they both occur with the same frequency in these parts. The air was thick like fog. You could not see far and the dust collected in the nose and on the car. As evening arose the sky was aglow.