Like The Snow

Like the snow being put over her

A white blanket on weathered stones

The last remembrance of a dancing ghost

Amidst the rest of the town's last leaves

 

Here we shall sever

Here we shall part other ways

But never say never 

We can live of common days

  

Life goes by on a wink

Be the town's beauty queen

And tomorrow's hunted witch

Changes too cruel to be mean

We forged a blood oath in the mind

And transcended our needs

The dust appeared with the sun

And tomorrow's vital feeds

God is my forever muse

He radiates softly from His camp

That I had to see beyond

The contours of a lust vamp 

As a far mumbling out of nothing

Reaching the inner ears

To heal all pains while mourning

And be friends with old fears

No tabula rasa is needed

No idle empty feminist screams

This is me and that was you

We kiss in our dreams

At the shadow of night

Passed the sun and moon

We hold each other tight

And freeze the Hades' tune

Like the snow being put over her

As white as heaven will be

I crave for your soul's fur

As only a lover can see

© GdJ

The Man In White / De Man In Wit

Jezus was a big shot, you'd better listen to him. He is a cool son because he goes golfing with his Father at the highest level, always perfectly in white!

Jesus is a cool dude! He liked dancing on the water before mogols did... His created bread is ultra-high in quality. To say he broke it afterwards and handed it out. Jesus is a fisherman's friend too. Is it therefore we give him a beard? Beard or not, he was always spot on. That's why he was the idol or X factor of his time. But we all know how it goes with idols. Once they fall off... But he never, he's a superhero, his ghost is drenched in eternity. He's forever there, glistening! Pssttt... they call him 'the man in white'.

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Jezus was een hoge pief, ge zou beter naar hem luisteren. Hij is een coole zoon want hij ga golfen met zijn Vader op het hoogste niveau, steeds perfect in het wit!

Jesus is een coole gast! Hij hield van dansen op het water alvorens mogols dat deden... Zijn ontworpen brood is van ultra-hoge kwaliteit. En zeggen dat hij het nadien nog brak en uitdeelde. Jesus is ook een vissersvriend. Is het daarom dat wij hem een baard geven? Baard of niet, hij sloeg de nagel steeds op de kop. Daarom was hij het idool of de X factor van zijn tijd. En je weet hoe het gaat met idolen. Ooit vallen ze van hun... Maar hij niet, hij is een superheld, zijn geest is gedrenkt in eeuwigheid. Hij is er voor altijd, glinsterend! Pssttt... ze noemen hem 'de man in wit'.

© GdJ

Too Old For Peace

We're too old to have peace

Too young to be cloned

We're too old to be clean

But not too young to be mean

I come crawling out of the canyon.

It seems that the years resurrect

But it's only me climbing

Out of disrespect

When no one says it's a problem

There is none whatsoever

You may think it's all good

When no one confronts you, never

You may think you're a duke

When no one says you're scum

Feel like an elephant

When you're just a circus dog

We're too old to have peace

Although dog days are over

The night has gone

But the mist of day is still here

© GdJ

Grip

Men do the laundry, women ride their bike

Men fake, women have penises

Men want children, women don't care

Men have consideration, women hate the rules

O-oh cliché cliché

Men like cooking, women like to eat

Men love #MeToo, women love flirting

Men love necklaces, women like chainsaws

Men just want to stay home, women adore their cars

O-oh cliché cliché

Men show off, women are timid

Men get hysteric, women keep the ratio

Men prefer to work at home, women on location

Men fight among men, women want peace

O-oh cliché cliché

Men are made to do the household, women are lazy

Men love gay persons, women don't wanna be weak

Men are receiving, women are dominant

Men think about the kids, women feel free to party

O-oh cliché cliché

Happy cliché

We thought we knew something

They're disbelieving it all

We're on the brink of truth

Soon they'll be begging for...

Cliché cliché... cliché cliché...

© GdJ