Let there be... ; Let there be a God, Buddha, Allah, or anything divine. Let there be an afterlife. Oh afterlife be sweet. Be heaven. Be a peaceful place for all those wandering souls That have left the earthly bodies Of our loved ones. Let them rise to something better than dark caskets That lie six feet under. Let there be... More..
'Battle of Weapons' Knife and Gun meet on a battle field, Boasting, counting all their casualties. "My Blade is sharp and cuts the flesh. In only seconds will flow red and fresh, The blood of those that run into me. Shining silver, the last thing they'll see." "But listen", the Gun says in return, "Shooting a hole that itche... More..
Dear composer, Softly tinkling on your piano You tell us your story. One key after the other Pushed with so much delicacy. Every note so wonderfully chosen. Rhythm is your companion. Soft melody guides us through your tale, Accelerating until the climax is reached. Notes are your words, Fingers your pen, The piano your mediu... More..
Hiding behind curtains That are dying to reveal What stands behind. A mask that is covering The truth, the real kind. A wall that surrounds my heart, Reaching to the sky. The ladder to climb it is missing, The key to the door thrown away. A gate secures the premises And goes all around to the back Locked a million times. No ... More..
To the rulers of the World; On pedestals you stand Down on your people you look- The people of the nation. Crowns you wear, power you own Up to you, people will look- The children of the nation. Wars you begin, wars you win, wars you lose After your soldiers you forget to look- The sons of the nation. On pedestals you kill t... More..
Be honest! How often have you caught yourself walking into a bar, simply because it said Karaoke' on the door? Be it to try your luck at delivering a unique killer version of your favourite song or to watch others attempt the same and either succeed, or, which is more often the case, fail! All over the world people of all ag... More..
Weathering the Storm; The sky that we look up to and adore, So very far and out of range. I am Beneath and screaming for your love to sore Above me. Sky of endless grey be damned! You are to comfort us but then you rain. Sighing trees. A band of vivid colours Now and then; A smile, a hand, I refrain! Flawed perfection, foul ... More..
Puppet; Puppets on strings But the master has gone Still attached Not knowing where to belong Fidgeting, struggling To loosen the ties Trying to break away From the familiar disguise Master, Master. What did you do? How can I possibly live without you? Where should I go, what road am I to take? I'm free at last, but my life ... More..
Michelle Buitenhuis
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