Merry Christmas!I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, I have met such amazing writers, photographers and illustrators here.
Merry Christmas,
Len
Lost you in the blizzardI see your footsteps in the snow crunched ice and grass underneath I focus myself on the tracks so I can find you again.Lost you in the blizzard
Perhaps the easiest thing to do would be to abandon the search to look for a new love that can warm me up again.
But I can't feel my hands nor can I see the cabin from where I started my quest so I have no choice
But to follow you. To the end.
The blizzard and the fire.It's a perfect contrast with the snow your figure against the white emitting a soft warm glow and yet filling me with fright.The blizzard and the fire.
For if I lose you in the storm the heat inside will die my body will deform and my eyes will be to the sky.
But your heat will return to drag me back from the cold to let our fire forever burn and to encircle me with gold.
I know you are looking for my name yet I'll be hidden, never to be known for I hide my love under false shame so I have no choice but to stay alone.
We are done.There is nothing left without you yet I stand here all alone after all that we have been trough you just toss me like a stone.We are done.
I am sure you have a reason and a valid one perhaps for this ice-cold treason that leaves me to collapse.
But my ongoing destruction will have to stop right here, it will find reduction when my vision remains clear.
For no love has ever hurt me has set me so ablaze as this one so deadly with such a cold harsh gaze.
The Art of AgingThere was a time he built sand castles by the sea without the fear of waves and wind and careless birds with fretful wings and restless feet of human beings that made his castles crumble down again, again, again.The Art of Aging
The crisp and salted seconds dripped out of his days Memories became his beaches, his castles mere accounting forms, and paper-thin bills his dragon kites. And his grandchildren built sand-castles.
These ironed trousers were not meant for beaches as childhood is not meant for men. But all his desires would begin t
| Well uhm... I am Lennart, but my friends call me Len. I live in the Netherlands and I have the nerve to call myself a poet. Whether that is a justified term is something I leave to my followers. I hate writing about myself, if you have questions, feel free to note me. Len |
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My world, My love, My life
Can you take a look at my gallery [link] please, I would appreciate that
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You say we fight as one but I'll die alone, in the shade of falling shrapnel and bombs. Evacuate the wounded.
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My world, My love, My life
Can you take a look at my gallery [link] please, I would appreciate that
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"Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable...think about these things."
--Phillipians 4:8
1 John 3:16 Live it!
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