2000

Robert van Saane 'Rosarius'

The curse of wealth

There's a house

Not very ordinary
Nor common although
Just next to another bungalow

Smell those flowery gardens

Soft meadow and sweet roses
A sharp curving hedge
Mean as meant encloses

See that boy's life

No real born genius
Just straight plain bright
Among others shines his light

His prosperity yields

Mountains of boys toys
And endless playgrounds
Are around to be found

His Garden of Eden

A warm caring family
Tender loving mother
His strong elder brother

Now see him weep

Throbbing tears to start
Shivering in anger
Then remorse burns his heart

How could this be

Has he no gratitude
No wish was denied
No thing ever lead to a fight

His childish soul aches

His home is a castle
The hedge a grave moat
His wits a bloody cutthroat

Look through his eyes

Parents, nobles in town
A winy Father peacock
Mother, a snooty gown

Accept his soundless needs

Real friends is what he desires
How they admire your place
Is often said bluntly in his face

Listen to him praying

Hes brought up to well
Outclassing them by miles
Misunderstood is his hell

His screams make no difference

No salvation by others
Get friends on his driveway
And all the friendly mothers

Silent whispers harshly decide

For their sons and daughters
Be proud, they softly say
Its not your place to stay

For wealth is your fiend

So, he grew up in tears
By now hes a man
Who lost most of his fears

He makes friends of all kind

Today he does as he pleases
Outcasts the class
With all its phony diseases

28.1.2000

When I think of flowers

I see large fields of yellow daffodils

white fog on mountain hills

If I smell water

It is the salt taste of the sea

The air is a mixture of red ground and lavender

Music of Jaques Brels Pay's plat drums in my ears

The memory of that touch, her hand on my cheek

Still makes me shiver today

The final feeling comes

With the sound of her last breath

9-2-2000

Stardust

I have met this man
He was my Nestor

His thoughts completed mine
The mere crack of silence
Fed my belly and heart

I have met this man
Years ago for the first time
Again

His void filled me
Lighted my spark to fire
Gave birth to myself

I've met this man
Now he met me
Recognized
We're brothers
Of the same stardust

15.2.2000

It came in the dark
the beast
my burden

Flashing explodes my head
the pieces
a hurling

Painful evaporates time after time
the minutes
like hours

The beast absorbs my life
the days
for weeks

Nights become my day
the day
my nightmare

The beast tears me apart
in nocturnal
demolition

Loosing my senses
thoughts
my consciousness

Only one question stays
Will it end?
Will it end?

2.11.2000

~ ~ ~ Tabula Rasa ~ ~ ~


				*Robert van Saane 'Rosarius'* *2000*



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		The curse of wealth There's a house Not very ordinary Nor common although Just next to another bungalow Smell those flowery gardens Soft meadow and sweet roses A sharp curving hedge Mean as meant encloses See that boy's life No real born genius Just straight plain bright Among others shines his light His prosperity yields Mountains of boys toys And endless playgrounds Are around to be found His Garden of Eden A warm caring family Tender loving mother His strong elder brother Now see him weep Throbbing tears to start Shivering in anger Then remorse burns his heart How could this be Has he no gratitude No wish was denied No thing ever lead to a fight His childish soul aches His home is a castle The hedge a grave moat His wits a bloody cutthroat Look through his eyes Parents, nobles in town A winy Father peacock Mother, a snooty gown Accept his soundless needs Real friends is what he desires How they admire your place Is often said bluntly in his face Listen to him praying Hes brought up to well Outclassing them by miles Misunderstood is his hell His screams make no difference No salvation by others Get friends on his driveway And all the friendly mothers Silent whispers harshly decide For their sons and daughters Be proud, they softly say Its not your place to stay For wealth is your fiend So, he grew up in tears By now hes a man Who lost most of his fears He makes friends of all kind Today he does as he pleases Outcasts the class With all its phony diseases 28.1.2000 When I think of flowers I see large fields of yellow daffodils white fog on mountain hills If I smell water It is the salt taste of the sea The air is a mixture of red ground and lavender Music of Jaques Brels Pay's plat drums in my ears The memory of that touch, her hand on my cheek Still makes me shiver today The final feeling comes With the sound of her last breath 9-2-2000



		*Stardust* I have met this man He was my Nestor His thoughts completed mine The mere crack of silence Fed my belly and heart I have met this man Years ago for the first time Again His void filled me Lighted my spark to fire Gave birth to myself I've met this man Now he met me Recognized We're brothers Of the same stardust 15.2.2000


								*Share - pain* It came in the dark the beast my burden Flashing explodes my head the pieces a hurling Painful evaporates time after time the minutes like hours The beast absorbs my life the days for weeks Nights become my day the day my nightmare The beast tears me apart in nocturnal demolition Loosing my senses thoughts my consciousness Only one question stays Will it end? Will it end? 2.11.2000



		*Mind over matter* If my mind is gone Theres only matter If my mind is there Everything matters I dont mind anymore To be no matter But just a mind in time nov.2000 ~ ~ ~ Tabula Rasa ~ ~ ~