Sunday, September 20, 2009


Once there was a time
you and I could hold on
to each other,
to memories ...
to the core of your soul.

But you just keep carving
carving in bones so hard
maybe ... just maybe
I still care too much.
Words, sentences ... slip my mind
thoughts come and go
without holding on

if only I had paper ...
too much to remember
too sporadic to scribble down.
It's time, time for me to go
wherever the roads lead me
where there is no place for regret.

I wish there was such a place
let's find out
for a while

Monday, September 14, 2009

When the World will perish
and believe me one day it will
only then you will realise
the importance of coöperation
and the petiness of your wars.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Death is lurking

Cry me a river, moan me a song
Let me act upon the fact
That all could be undone.

Live a life beyond repair
For all ends that ends well
you too won't be spared.

Dig your grave
While humming my song
It's about everything
and nothing at all.

Friday, September 11, 2009

through the wall
of non-compliance.

through your brains
as if a gun held before your head

through divinity
the longing for more
one of a kind.
He crawled where he couldn't go
that's most of his life,
they say, gossiped and conspired

But all I could say was
I had liked the damn fellow
True kindness is hard to be found

And life's injustices
are hardly ever your own fault
Hardly ever ...
't Is what 't is
and was what 't was
far from satisfying
hardly acceptable

So down to the door
to the left
walk through the door and ...

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A new blog for the wicked - contribute!

Incantations in Blue
September 6, 2009

This blog is a new initiative. Not a journal, not a magazine, just a place where good writing can be assembled. Style doesn’t matter, form doesn’t matter … as long as the contributions are good. Language even doesn’t matter, but I would limit it to English, Dutch, French, Italian, Spanish and German. A world of possibilities, let’s see where this goes. Do not hesitate to send me an email ( with your work. A blog where you get to be appreciated for your writing, and who knows who will read ? Now let’s get started!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

A working class hero

The working ants,
the soldier ants
each have their job

by train, by car
every morning
they go out on patrol
to fullfill their job

collecting money
for the queen bee.
A job is what makes you
or breaks you ...
Status is what you get
out of a lousy job
and life rhytme.

Status decided by who?
Certainly not
the most interesting people
out there.
Just the mild mediocre nothingness.
There used to be freedom
freedom ...
Now there's only pressure
pressure ...
to live your life
the way they want
to sleep
to eat
and to work
that's all
all that is expected from you

Friday, September 4, 2009

Update and editing ...

This blog is not the place where I concentrate my activities (cfr. my 'fan'page on facebook and the still growing site but an update doesn't hurt for the moment ...

Since a few weeks I edit profiles of writers for Gloom Cupboard

I'm profiling poets on Outsider Writers and will soon be accepting submissions of poetry for the same site.

From September on I will contribute monthly to Contemporary Literary Horizont

Updates on who appears where, which poets will be profiled etc. will from now on be posted on the mentioned two sites.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Form the twilight up above
came a predicament
a song

a song,
so well known
to our hearts
and our core

A song
that unites and divides
united we stand
divided we fall.
Don't tell me what to do
I can make up my own mind
thank you