A Retrospect / Towards the Unknown
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A Retrospect / Towards the Unknown
La dolce vita
blue valleys
overwhelmed with sweet odours
green trees
and above all love
paradisiac fruits grow
life in abundance and peace
God & Devil
they're off
Bearer of darkness
the scourge of pleasure
has become the one of doom
gallowropes strangle
Christ crucified
"The Apocalypse ... soon?!"
Finale / The question
in terror I'm looking behind
not knowing what's in front of me
a frail bridge across a yawning chasm
do I lead myself to Babylon
or am I to be called blessed
time has come to leave
what shall my ultimate destination be
© 1979 Peter van der Laan
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you lie asleep
your thoughts carved in stone
and mine
here all my own
your thoughts are mine
I know not how
you lived your life
a thousand years ago
mine is here and now
a thousand years gone by
a single moment now
are we so different?
I and Thou
a timeless quality
caught in stone
yet by reflecting on your life
your countenance
reflects my own
by acknowledging the mood
in your face of stone
it shines alive
in my own
© Anna Windig
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when the dust has settled
the debris has been cleared away
the snake has shed its skin
when the storm has raged
as battles have raged
when fires have been burnt
to the ground
when clouds have fallen
and rain has rained
when the thunderstorm
has passed away
when the old has proven useless
and the new has not yet come to pass
what will emerge?
when the rain has rained
and the earth is dry no more
when life is still and waiting
what will come to pass?
what we have fed our souls on
and what we have set our minds to
will show
what we have based our lives on
will come to grow
then from our hearts
the naked truth will stand out
will that be enough
to grow on?
will we have enough
to show for?
will that be enough
to live by?
© Anna Windig
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Roflorés Creation
Manthara was the creator of Nylyo.
On the 57th day of the 31st month - called Nonador - in the 102nd year of the reign of Prince Yascath,
Manthara invented Rofloré in order to show His mystical tunes.
The people of Nylyo, the Hansars, applauded and were pleased when seeing the dawning of Rofloré's Creation.
Yascath's Question
One day Prince Yascath sent for Rofloré and asked him to become the Master of Aräda.
Rofloré answered that he had to travel first before being able to accept this life-task.
So Prince Yascath ordered him to make a journey of 200 yeras through the souls of all Arädany of all planets
of the star Kavhalán and Rofloré did so.
Decline is ahead
and it happened ...
Aräda wished
and a new king in birth ...
Unexperienced.
First in sight ...
New ways
new ways to be found ...
Loneliness
Unaccompanied ...
just one.
The cry for more
and choirs re-echo.
Individuality -
the side of fear.
Silent silence
and the soul is painted black.
Again in nil
and the fool is crying.
Life bereft
and in need of friendship.
The Dream
Images turn around.
Walking grey ...
Wishes of company.
Dawning light ...
Hermit on the edge.
The back of silence ...
And the doubt of reality ...
Time has come.
Feelings of Affection
Platonic but beautiful ...
deepest love
harmonious balance...
As if Eden-like perfection
and warm is the ray of hearts.
Platonic but beautiful ...
glory of the sun
stars in rebirth ...
Inner souls are moved
and the gods arise anew.
Dhaedraa
Love is infinite
immortal affection ...
Horizons have passed
and flowers are red ...
Death is no longer
as is deified life ...
Return
Rofloré had travelled for almost 200 years now and he decided to return to Nylyo,
ever reminding Dhaedraa and Thesymu, whom he kept contact with for evermore.
© 1980 Peter van der Laan
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summerrain
drops are falling from the sky
I'm all alone
nowhere - a truth - a lie
it is as if tears go by
impossible to see
the mirror in the eye
a crying face
and so am I
a silent world
no one who cares
as if they've died
mere a dense fog
the day has grown into a night
summerrain seems to have cried
feeling that all was not right
loneliness knows not
a side by side
walking past
it seems there is no resting-place
a constant rain
without the least shred of grace
it is as if tears go by
impossible to see
the mirror in the eye
a crying face
and so am I
© 1981 Peter van der Laan
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born is the child
born in complete innocence
maternal feelings of love
makes child's course begin
white stretches
peace of mind
tender innocence
the beginning of the course of life
fortune knows not borders
Eden-like woods shelter
from all that is evil
divinely singing birds show the way
as life strides along
times seem to hasten fleetly as well
it's also the same way
how shelter once comes to an end
again white stretches
mother and child go farther afield
entirely disappearing out of sight
on their way to their final fate
© 1980 Peter van der Laan
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I watch your little feet
crawling in the sand
our eyes
they meet
by you I stand
your tears
your smile
we do understand
I stretch
reach out for you
the warmth of your hand
© 2001 Peter Swart
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unexpected sorcery
encircled by the glow of white magic
an eternal retreat
in the green valley of melodies
a collection of powers
in favour of harmony
light beams forth from all sides
warmth of love
again a duanity as one
a thought onto truth
a new life
with a silent wink
the feeling of three dreams
in impressionist sounds
the Almighty spreads his arms
the Maestro of Arts
perfection in Maitreya's hands
the resurrection of truth
the beuty of the water-bearer is dawning
© 1982 Peter van der Laan
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she's sitting in the back of the classroom she smiles at you so it seems a pretty girl so soft and gentile but at night she haunts you in your dreams
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the bell she's leaving the classroom she smiles at you so it seems a young lad puts an arm around her and at night there are tears in your dreams |
© 2001 Peter Swart
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silvery waters
breathe purety
nymphs dance 'round
their goddess
winged words
of peace in serenity
silken veils
tenderness
the swans bear
lutanist
your beautiful tears
create the stream
of life
the silent wish
of the nymph's here
may your echo arrive
everywhere
© 1981 Peter van der Laan