Love, my dear.

My dear, let me tell you what love is all about.

When you want it, you search for it behind every corner,
every tree, every soul.
You look at everybody with an expecting expression
to see that " coup de foudre", that amazing feeling of a million butterflies tickling your belly untill your heart pops from joy.
You will jurn to belong. You will want to give yourself completely.

When you found love and your sweetheart is in your life daily,
that's when the hard work begins.
You have to cherish, protect, nurish, water and harvest it.
You have to give a lot and hope to get a little back without being upset.
You have work for a better day and listen to what love has to say.
You'll want to be close but you will need to give space.
Enjoy all of this in good time, it's not a race.

When you lose love for any kind of reason
you have to keep faith and believe in yourself.
Your heart will ask you questions you don't know the answers to
and your head is not going to let you,
rest or sleep or eat or breath.
The only thing that you are going to want is to win your love back.
Unless that was really the love that was ment to be yours,
you wil not succeed because love is tricky you see.

Somewhere there is a lonely heart looking behind every corner, tree and soul.
Somewhere an expecting expression is waiting for you and you will be called
"coup de foudre".
You will bring a millions of butterflies in someones life and make a heart pop from joy.
You will belong forever, completely.

Please forgive me.

Dear reader('s),

Those who followed my blog know that I made a promise to write at least one poem a day for the whole of 2009. Yesterday faith forced me to break that promise and although it was not my decision I would like to ask forgiveness. Earlier this month there was a day where I wrote tw poems, I will do the same today.
Thank you for understanding.
Copper

Love called agony.

My heart is filled with tears
Every drop makes place for the next.
My eyes wander off to the place where I saw you last
but your not there and I can't believe it.
I'm frozen, I'm cold and my restless mind hurts my heart.
I want to scream out my pain.
I don't want to let you go but it's all in vain.
I start to run, I search, don't find
I tremble inside and my words fool around in my mind.
Will the rest come back,
walking with you back to me hand in hand.
Shall I look back at that place one more time?
Will your grace be blessing my sight.
Don't tell me you don't remember my name,
that you errased the love I gave you.
I run again,I stumble and fall.
I kiss the ground you where walking on.
Your footsteps show me where you disappeared to
and I realize that forever I lost you.
If I was Mozart you would be Elise.
If I was Chopin you would be all the nocturnes
and music would be all we would be talking.
You're not here and I'm going insane.
Hurting loneliness pounds on my brain.
I look up one more time and a shadow of a tree
tells me the day is almost gone, like you and the sun.
Agony is my future and I go down as the moon takes the light,
like you took my hope, love and life.
Don't tell me you forgot my name.

Burning.

Candles are burning a red light.
Like the heat is melting my brain.
My pores gasp for air, wide and open.
Tears are betraying my pain.

My skin is dry.
Tendernes left me for a second,
for an eternity.
I cannot recognize, I cannot see.

I'm in love and desperate.
I don't belong to lies and tears
but my soul is like an empty plate.
I have to survive and conquer my fears.

The red light died into the night.
It brought me sleep and dreams.
In that place I will hold you tight.
In that place I wil silence my screams.

A Simple Belgian Wannabe Poet.

This isn't my poem for today, only an explanation to make myself feel better about my resolution for 2009. I had a talk with Georgiana about the visitors on my blog and about, if they do or do not leave a comment. The topic was about leaving a comment and not about the comment itself, not about a good or bad review or a polite word. I would rather have nothing but bad comments than have none. It feeds the hunger to write and to write better. Georgiana told me that most visitors on my blog are Romanians and that they are a though audiance being the country of great poets and that my poetry says the truth in a simple understanding way. Nothing like Romania knows it.
I write. It's an achievment. Sometimes I write with music coming from my headphones, sometimes I write at work, quickly between two calls. Sometimes I write at 23.45 h, again quickly not to break my promise and sometimes I write, just like that, words are coming out of my pen. I just realized that none of my poems took longer than 15 minutes.
I am a simple Belgian wannabe poet trying to get better, trying to touch somebody somewhere.
Therefore, I would appreciate that you guys let me know, give me tips, teach me in a way, if you think I suck.
Signed greatfully.

Sahara girl.

In the desert she was dancing
every footstep she took became an oasis
fertile and rich.

In the sand she was moving
sideways like a snake
her senses wide awake.

In her dances she made stupendous travels,
swaying on the tambourine
grace and beauty as never seen.

Her beauty contaminated the whole world,
blood and gold run over my spine,
sirocco and bedouine.

Sister to the sun,
Mother to the moon
Cold at midnight,
burning at high noon.

Dance sandcreature.
Entice every single grain.
Bite me with your poison.
Save me with your love.
Lose me in your song.
Take me where I belong.

The travels of a leaf

A leaf fell from a tree
it asked the wind - take me please
because the world I want to see.

Just floating on the air
the leaf went here, there and everywhere
when the wind rested he didn't think it was fair.

In autumn the leaf met a lot of others
laying on the ground
colored yellow, brown and a red so profound.

In winter it felt alone on the world
because the trees were bold
The ground was covered with snow
all his friend would lay below

In spring it was an amazing thing.
The trees swayed a little,the braches started to sing.
Every twig was filled with sisters and brothers
flowers blossomed, nature uncovered.

In summer it was to hot for the wind to blow
in the shadow the leaf would lay, and, so
dream where he had been and what he had seen.

Just before autumn the leaf really fell from the tree
openend its eyes and realized that a dream it would be.
It didn't try to fly on it's own
because when it was way down
the wind picked it up and asked - where do you want to go?

Boy in the window.

In the evening there is a boy living in our kitchen window.
When the kitchen's dark you don't see him,
only with light he comes out slow.

He is a friendly boy, he always waves back
and he plays with the same toys as I do,
blocks or cars, no matter what I do, he does too.

Sometimes I say hello, how do you do?
I shout out to you, I see you do too.
Why can't I hear you?

I touched him once, he was so cold.
I went for a blanket but when I came back,
he unfolded one too and gave it back.

I would like he comes into my kitchen
or I cold go into the window
I'd ask him his name, I would like to know.

He's my friend, he knows me, you see.
and what is more he is always happy to see me.

Rendez vous tomorrow evening when the lights go on.
I hope you won't be gone.

Pure pain

I saw suffering today.

A young heart who is so in love
was wondering why she lost
what she loves the most in the world.

The hurt and cruel stings of a broken heart
were written on her face
like a journal of pain, publicly exposed.

To love and not to be loved back
is cruel to a young heart

Her searching eyes wandered off
in the maze of loneliness.

Her heart is closed now
no one is granted acces.

Tears are constantly ready to fall
if only she would get a call.

A brave little smile proves us
just how weak her heartbeat is.

She bites her nails, she can't keep still her feet.

An sms of hope she sends to the love of her life.

Time creeps by so slowly
when you wait for an answer.

Seconds become minutes and so on....

What can I say,

I saw suffering today.

I just hope that like the Phoenix
her love will resurrect again and again.

I hope she finds the one who truly deserves her devotion
and gives her nothing but warm and loving emotions.

I saw suffering today and need to believe that it's not there to stay.

See you soon.

I want to say goodbye.
I'll be gone for a while.
There is no need to be sad or cry.
I need to strech my wings.
See other things.
Like carnaval in Rio
or the Chinese wall.
The Taj Mahal
or the Niagara falls.
I've never been to New York
or didn't see a concert of Bjork.
Never saw Londen in the smog.
If you search me I'll be on my blog!

Thank you

If you give me your blood
You give me life, you'd be my God.

You would give me oxygen and air
You would live in me everywhere.

I would carry you everywhere you want to go
If you're excited, I would feel you flow.

You would give me a part of you
Regardless of what it does to you.

I would be able to live my life through you
feel a heartacke or feel blue.

I would be able to bleed when i'm hurt
To be ashamed or absurd

You would simply make it possible that I bleed
Therefore I want to be there when you're in need.

Bucharest - Oostende (part 2)

So as you know we arrived in Vienna and entered the beautiful city unloaded this time. We took breakfast in a tea room with special coffee and coco possibilities. The croissants and the chocolat pastries where delicious. Luca agreed. We left that place to enter a shopping street but contradictoy to what you would think it was so calm there. I mean, there were a lot of people, there some cars, but the atmosphere is calm and sereen. Georgiana was able to guide us a bit because it wasn't her first visit. We took some pictures, here and there and at the end of a long shopping street there was a little perfume shop and withourt a reason we went in. I have to tell you that when I met my snoopsy (that's how I call Georgiana) she wore a perfume that captured my mind, body and soul. It was called Miami Glow by J.LO. Ever since that day, that perfume brings back memories and butterflies in the belly. Her bottle was almost empty and it was not available in Belgium anymore. A friendly girl came to ask us if she could help and by wonder they had it in big and small format. We asked for the big one and immediately put it on snoopsy. This fact alone made our day, I now it made mine. So in a happy mood we continued our walk towards the St. Stephans Cathedral. The streets were filled with historical buildings and monuments and you could smell the music of the wals. Suddenly we came in a part of town that was very animated. Every 20 meter there was a living statue waiting for some money to move a bit and greet you. A bit further a bunch of breakdancers and beatboxers were attracting a crowd. Young and old were enjoying the show. The restaurants were sending out all kinds of smells and flavours and so we decided to eat something on a terras. Places were few but we found a spot were even Luca had a good space to be with the buggy. Georgiana ordered typical schnitzels and I ordered porkchops with a pickles sauce. Yes, I'm drouling right now. After a good meal, which was not pricy at all, we went to visit the impossing Cathedral. I have to tell you we were not alone. It always impresses me how people could build this so long ago with so much less materials and tools. We burned asome candles for love and health and prayed to God he would keep on blessing us. When we came out of the Cathedral a Chinese girl took place in the middle of the square with her piano and gave us a piano recital of one of Chopin's nocturnes. Unbelievable!!
Our walk took us to music conservatories, museums and in the smaller streets we saw a candy shop with all kind of goodies. We took some pictures, maybe I'll put them on the blog. In the meanwhile Luca slept in his buggy, ate with us, drank his bottle and as usual was a good boy. After a cup og hot coco we decided to head back to the station and make sure we were in time. We gort a little lost on the way back but it allowed us to see another beautifull part of the city and to meet two nice women who directed us back on the good road. I forgot what nationality they had but they came to live in Vienna because they were so charmed.
We had a wonderful day and some miles in the legs. Now all we needed to do was to "fight" for a good "couchette" because this time it was not possible to reserve. I will tell you about it in part 3.
Read ya soon.