Saturday, July 10, 2010

Moon river

Let's not fall in love
just for a while
you can have everything you want after
everything you desire ...

But, just for a moment,
consider me a human being.
Talk to me, make my mind dance
and especially make me swear ...

swear until the gods bring me down
corrupted as they are
their name brought in shame.

But there is a way
there is a light
Somewhere along the moon river
shining bright.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Chronicles from the accutely tired.

The girl with the golden earring never knew her fate.

But all I can think of is a decent bed and sleep. The traveling has wearied me and instead of resting I'm running around all day, doing everything and nothing at all. The only consolation is my return, but that too ... is another trip of 1300 km.

Love is a strange thing.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

For you my love

Paradise was a place
Where I never had been.
That only existed
in the mind of idolatry
in the mind of deceit.

Happiness may come a long way
it may not come at all
but my patience and perseverance
were rewarded with an oasis of joy,
you my love, my joy.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I feel defeated in advance
like energy is slowly sipping away
your blood once boiling
now calmly ... calmly flowing to the sea.

But I won't give in
I know this feeling too well
and I will beat it
till my blood boils again.

Friday, June 11, 2010

And then it hit me ...

I'm part of the working class girls again ... but I don't want to be a hero, let alone a heroïn. Those who follow me produce their image of me themselves and I'm not responsable for what they perceive me. All I needed was hope and belief and someone gave it to me, it doesn't make her a heroïn, but my gratitude will be carved in her tombstone.

I have lived a thousand lives and changed multiple times my whole way of life, the habitat, even the country, ... I don't seek it, change seeks me and stimulates me beyond what I think I'm capable of. Strength and tenacity are qualities that should be valued in red, golden and brown.

Write the five words down: hope, belief, change, strength and tenacity

Learn to live by them, but above all, learn what they mean when I add Panta Rhei.

This is written to you in Broken English, it's a message from the heart, the century and the mind ...

Live by it and you won't regret. Life of past times is but a shadow cast upon your presence, shadows follow, and should never preceed.

L.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

To never sleep again ...

There is this book called 'To never sleep again'

It haunted me - for years I must say. An academic whose sole life purpose is to prove that comets can obtain alien micro life forms. Why did it haunt me? As the main character turns his back desillusioned and decided to give up, the narrator describes beautifully how a cometh with little alien life forms falls behind his back while walking away ...

When you give something a chance and maintain your belief in it, miracles can occur ...

When you disregard the chance out of security reasons or by giving up, the cometh will fall too but it will never see the light of day in your life ...

Luckily ... I persisted :). I can sleep again now.

Nooit meer slapen (BB literair) (Dutch Edition)

Friday, May 21, 2010

My Sisyphus

Undestined feelings of belonging
Undestined sentiment of death
if this is my utopia
I will gladly rest

til my day of glory comes
where I know
that I have loved, hated and cried
suffocated into happiness
and risen into the pain

My day of glory comes
cometh it will
and I'm glad

Life is not my punishment
immortality is
letting go is part of life
so I'm letting go of myself instead.

Nice work Pablo! ;)

Monday, May 10, 2010

I used to believe in the good old days

I used to believe in the good old days

The days of sorrowful eyes
where rain were angels' tears
and nobody wondered why ...

except me.

I used to ...

Now I believe in the days to come
the days of possible joy
where butterflies surround the sun
looking for that rainbow
for the years to come.

Thank you to those who shared and encouraged my voyage til where I am now.

Casey, I'm looking forward to reading your book! (Joseph you're next!)

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

this strangled life

Let's strangle opportunity
into the dark corners of the mind
where all repressed memories roam
where joy is still a shadow
waiting to be born.

Let me roam the darkness
Not for ever, just for now
So my mind can feel at ease again
In this regulated and blissful life.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Vortex

Relentlessly drawn downwards
as if it means nothing at all
Relentlessly drugged
as if it means nothing at all

But tomorrow
Things will be better
they don't have to
but they will


Monday, April 19, 2010

In between my lines

If you could read
in between my lines
what would they tell you?
Would you finaly grasp who I am?

Or does it still scare you
Someone who seems to be ungraspable
high above in the clouds with body, soul and mind.
For me, there is nothing not to be grasped about me
I'm not the enigma
The enigma remains why you can't grasp me ...
And above all, why that scares you.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Aren't we all masters in a way
Where mutual exchange takes place?

Aren't we all servants
to this life of disarray?

Aren't we all doomed
To bear what comes?

And above all,
aren't we all dead when our time has come?

The master and the servant, the servant and the master ... might be viewed from the wrong angle where the master is always superior.

Soon ...

I saw your name up front
like no one else would ever do
I sacrificied my heart
for people unworthy of you

but I found another way
or the way found me
I met another traveler
who volunteered to accompany me

my lover,
I hardly write about you
maybe partly out of wisdom
maybe just because I care so much about you.

I only insert amazon adds from books and writers I esteem very highly ... so I'm taking up the habit to include in every post a book recommendation :)

Magdalene & the Mermaids

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Love is a precious thing
the most precious of it all ...
something not to joke around with
so I won't ...
I really won't.

Songs of heavens before

I sang into the open air
where noone could hear a word
I sang for flowers, butterflies and towers
but all I got was silence unheard.

Maybe it's for the better
Maybe it's for the best
My voice would give no meaning
To the words written down from above.


A song with lyrics from above, for Marilyn, my dear friend:

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tired stories
from the hells above
Tired hands
resting on love
Tired faces
of miracles unseen
Tired eyes
of beauty and misery in between.

I'ld love to see you this morning
in a velvet gown of lilies
I hope you'll find my eyes twinkling again
For a newfound joy I never had.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I thought of you this morning
And what you put me through
The time you said
We couldn't rest.

Friday, April 2, 2010

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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

It does matter you know

So many people ...
so many lives ...
ruined.

It does matter you know ...

when sombody of violent character
threatens you with death,

when somebody tries
to rape you,

when somebody close to you
hits you like a boxing ball.

Where, how, who ...
matters so little
It leaves it's mark
Scars you
Scars everyone
The multitude of ruined lives.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

A longdistancecall? What do they want this time?

I had a dream
And then came Love
I had to choose
I lost both, eitherway.

My exes haunt me in my dreams
The most shallow ones first.

A vision of a bedroom
The one from my first love
While listening to the breathing
Of an unimportant approach.

How alone can you get?
How isolated can you become?


Signed: the past.


And now? Let's talk another time
Situations change
People stay the same
But still ... love remains a complicated thing.
A blank slate

A future

Still to be written.

Friday, February 12, 2010

I loved to see you cry
The anger of your tears
welling down in a fountain of pain
the outburst after the drop
the fury of the passion

Maybe it's just me
Maybe it's the world
But it shows ...
emotion and passion still invoke fear.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

"Let's say grace"

For that rosebud that never saw the light of day
For each leaf destroyed to hear that adorable crisp
For each animal butchered to savour that delicious taste.

For the millions of poor who don't get a chance
For the millions of nimrods who think they know the way
For the millions of depressed who no longer see a future
All drugged by medicines, society, religion, normalcy ...

But that's not all
Let's say grace
For the ones with the brains
For they are the ones
Who suffer ... to the bone.

So I say to you
Is it enough?
Is it really necessary to continue this road
Carving beyond redemption ...
All I can say is: I hope you enjoyed.

A road
Where hope hasn't left Pandora's box
Where hope is but an empty word
Cried out by the eyes of the millions slain.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just you, maybe it's just we.

Friday, January 29, 2010

There used to be a pain here
painted on the moist of my heart
blood slowly seeping in
dripping from the walls
slowly dripping
till the colour soaked my mind
oh so frigid, so unkind.
It used to be like this,
but is no more
thanks to the grace and kindness
of fortune and destiny combined in one.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Visions of before

I slid across the tracks
To be never seen no more
Disappearing into the night
A smiling moon behind me
Hardly ever so bright.

The moment is coming
To break all ties
To go for the unknown,
To hide of past lives.
To disappear into the light.

Where dreams come to juncture
there is nothing to be done
but realise those dreams
forever, till the moment comes.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

This place can not be sanctified from heaven
it can not be sanctified from hell
there used to be a boundary between them
but nowadays it all just sounds swell

Let's unit for that kingdom that not cometh
and the knights who are turned to dust
Let them sleep in their shining armor
and be patient, shhh, one upon a time comes trust

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Quills of Fire is finally HERE!

Contact me for orders, more information coming soon!

L.
slaapslaapslaap@hotmail.com

Saturday, December 12, 2009

I've taught you this way
and nothing more
from here till yonda
take thy lesson
and start astray.

One day we'll make it
One day we'll be ok
One day fate will have mercy
One day nothing will come my way.

Maybe there's a way
Maybe we have to construct one
Maybe we'll succeed
and maybe there will be disarray.

Just don't let fortune come in between
or the lack of it that is
Maybe we have a future
Maybe there is our way.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Relevation

I've lived to see this day,
where nothing comes my way
where all is said and done
untill the angels come.

One day they will come for me
when my eyes are stained red
my heart torn apart
by a treaturous dart

Fame and fortune
Is all that's at stake
but maybe I'll be happier
small and tucked away.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Damage

Blooded rags and rags of bones
one day you live, one day you starve alone.
Give me the drugs, give me the love
till it's too much, till it's all the same
Till nothing's left and noone to blame
Dance on my grave when all possibilities are gone
they all call your name
when the damage is done ...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I call it from the hells down low
from the crypts, from the elders
from the white raven and the crow
I call it nature
I call it prayer
I don't call it God,
I don't believe in One
Let's settle for that,
just for a while
cause when all is said and done
nature always seems to be right.
After all we've been through,
there must be a way out
a way to love unconditionaly
a way to live,
a way to be proud.
After all that's said and done
let's find our next junction
where we can meet
without burning bridges
without feeling numb
let me be the fire that consumes your wood
and doesn't destroy
for all we've been through.
There is always a way out,
just seldom the one you prefer
seldom the one of your heart
seldom the one of your coeur

Follow the track
and let nature have it's way
listen to your heart
and let it be that way ...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Blooded rags and rags of bones

Blooded rags and rags of bones,
one day you live,
one day you're gone ...

Give me the drugs,
give me the love,
till it's too much
till it's all the same
till nothing's left and all is gone
of this deserted palace ...
the palace of disarray.

Dance on my grave
When all the possibilities are gone
they all call your name
when the damage is done.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Pondering into the great grey sky
forgetting everything,
even forgot to say goodbye.

Pondering into the great grey sky
no limits
you don't even have to wonder why

Just sail that ocean of clouds
Just become weightless as air carries you around
Just be what you want to be
now.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

It all matters little
in the light of eternity
I'm not fond of eternity though
neither fond of all.

But you?
I like you
One of the few
who can make me laugh ...
Inspiration comes and goes
Memory doesn't stick around
I could offer you wonderfull words
if I were only behind my computer
when the words enter my mind.
In the dark
all you see are shadows
in the dark
all you feel is pain
that enduring suffering
that hits you in the face
over and over again.

I takes a lot of courage, willpower and luck
to get out of that dead end street alley
to be immersed in light
and feel the warm rays of the sun
Just don't forget:
it takes courage, willpower and luck
courage
willpower
luck.
Just another boring day without you, babe ...

Monday, October 26, 2009

A burning of the savage kind

I can hear the fire
in my mind
a burning of a savage kind

I can hear the waves
rolling in and out
a tranquillizer of the natural kind

I can hear the dust
settling in
for earth is holy
do not distrust the dust.

I can hear the wind
howling in my soul
urging the flames
into a quick and fatal explosion

I can hear the flames
in my mind
a burning of the savage kind.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

It's time to take a stand
open our goddamn mouths
and say, shout!
What we truly believe in

Hiding has no point
the thought police
will track you down
and if you do slip
through those tiny mazes
what will you have done
for the ones after us ...

Nothing,
nothing but a coward's option
to remain silent
and say nothing at all
Let's break the bonds of habitude
Let's strive for a better world
Let's demand the sacrality of life
Freedom of thought,
without being judged.

Let's accept
some people think differently
act differently
see differently
criticize differently.

They too have their rights
and should be granted the freedom
of life the way they want it

Let's pray to dubious gods and idols
for this wish to be granted
once in history
without abuse.
Kneel before society
and you will be saved
into the kingdom of numb thought
you will be praised.
You will get the title 'normal'
and be enslaved
in body, thought, spirit and mind
take this chalice away.
Let me have my own mind ...

Friday, October 23, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

There used to be a time when I looked up
and looked down ...

There might have been a time
I was afraid of what could reconcialate ...

But it's time to stand up
of what we are and be proud

For what has made here
is one of a kind.
I might write you a love song,
though it's an unconventional one ...

I might tell you how laught,
though you might not understand our humor ...

I might tell you how we made love
but you wouldn't understand ...

Maybe in a sweet hereafter
we might have the life the ourselves.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

When your in love
there's nothing much to do about it
or write about it ...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Holidays

You'ld think when you're on holiday
you are free to go
and do what you want ...
Some people think otherwise.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Soulmates

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

Shattered
through the wall
of non-compliance.

Shattered
through your brains
as if a gun held before your head

Shattered
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 ...
exit

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A new blog for the wicked - contribute!

Incantations in Blue
September 6, 2009

http://www.incantationsinblue.wordpress.com

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 (slaapslaapslaap@hotmail.com) 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 http://www.lenavanelslander.wordpress.com) 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

Monday, August 31, 2009

The chosen path

One life to live
One dream to die
in the land of plenty
where all is a lie

try it
conquer society's greatness
all you will find
is you get no reward
for living the lie

The place where dreams still fly

't Is about this
and nothing else
A raindrop down your spine
A clash of light in a firefly.

That part of the world
where dreams still fly
like guineapiggs in the sy
or did they confiscate that too?

Thank you B!

http://www.thinkingthelions.com/2009/08/last-sundays-poem-ever.html

Friday, August 28, 2009

Domination, dominance whatever fits ...

How often does a person have to say this?

I have my own life
you have no say over me
I cannot live my life serving your shadow
Whenever you feel like commanding me.
And I don't exist in function of you
Once in a while I have to say no
And as a friend
you should be able to understand
AND accept that.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

My mind wasn't and isn't made
for continual conflict
neither is my body.
Let death be a burden to us all ...
and a salvation to some.

Good friends
as long as one does what they say
Is there still someone out there
that rescpects your freedom of choice?
And actualy realises
the smalness of his own ego
instead of blowing it up
to the present gigantic proportions?
No, I have my own life
You are my friend
But I can't devote my life to driving you around.

One would doubt by times
One really would.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Music
the soother of the soul
when things get rough.

That delightfull lyric
guitarsolo
or tune
rhytm

Give me some of that good stuff
So my mind doesn't go so deep.
The weather changed
so did my mood
not an exception
generaly the rule
at least with me.

"Fall fell
and the clouds will chase around again
over the great blue sky
and my mind.
Fall Fell"

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Think for yourself
then wonder what people might think
and decide you don't care.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Boring, boring ... and boring
so few things still to enchant
find the challenge again
that used to
burn me up.
Dreams so vivid
one could swear they were real
All well when beautiful
Till nightmares appear.

Borders of consciousness crossed
awake or asleep
doet it matter?
As long as it feels real
There are no dreams that limit
endless joy or endless grief.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Rainbows in my mind,
ghostriders in the sky
or was it
ghostriders in my mind,
rainbows in the sky?
I can't really remember ...

I do adore a good summer ...

The sun,
the warmth
cheer up my mind
like a wild buffoon.

Even the longing the travel
rises again.

Sleep comes gently
gliding away
in oblivion's blessing.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

It's like trying to play tennis
and each time the ball comes at you
you keep hitting it in the open air.

I really don't get how some people
deal so easily with the sense of loss
continualy and inherently connected to this life

Saturday, August 15, 2009

All the remnants of night and day
don't keep the demons away
But there used to be a spark
to chase them all around the dark.

Dear morning,
I bid you a good day
I hope your smile
chases the insomnia away.

Dear night
I welcome thee
bring me the salvation
Of a dream more beautiful than me.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A moment to remember

Walking down the street, sunset, the trees
A guy comes walking by, I look at him
Rather ok, maybe a bit old for me
Changing my perspective to the shop
Passing him by, I hear this:

"And she wants to travel with you ..."

Sometimes it's too bad you don't get to meet people.

Just writing this down
for it's a moment to remember

Just sad and blue

A phonecall
seems to be enough
like a blast from the past
to leave you sad and blue

Where the merry-go-rounds still turn
echoing that typical music
in an abandonded charade of youth

Where love was still so simple
undone of all distress
who could have known
that love is so fragile
that almost anything
can come between two people in love.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

10K Poets challenge - human trafficking

I was up late one night
not an exception
but my weary boots wanted to rove
rove into the night
to taste it's sweet delight

Dancing around in the undertown
neonlights started burning
curiosity kills the cat
or the cat kills curiosity
but I passed a boot and looked inside
A washed away face, of a washed away life
I looked her straight into the eyes

Faded inner beauty
was all I saw,
a hurt soul, a hurt mind
scarred beyond life
no hope to be read
in those blackened eyes.
As if a candle losing it's oxygen
Gasping for breath, gasping for a shine of hope
Gasping slowly choking ...

Ashamed of introspecting such a devastated landscape
I looked at the ground
And all I could think of
was what she had on her mind

And for once I was ashamed
ashamed I was
because -
despite all my scars -
I knew I had it better
fighting to keep my candle alight
where all I could see there
was gasp, gasp, gasp ...
The words were spoken
and silence fell
who would react
and how

Nobody knew
She wanted her to be happy
so happy ...
She was never supposed to know.
She will never know.

Just wondering

Did I hurt you with my smile?
My laughter joyous again
as it once used to be

Do you think I'm flirting
because I smile and laugh
laugh and smile again?

It's just a wounded heart
slowly opening again
to whom she used to be

I may have my scars
but that? It's Life
But broken I am not!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Have mercy

I was reaching for you
like for a ghost on sandals of clay
I tried to touch you
but all I felt was dust and prayer

Watch over me
my guardian angels
Watch me in my sleep
Watch me as I ride through the darkness
In the hope for a better day.

La déception humaine

Maybe one day they will all realise it
Maybe not ...
Probably not.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

How to preorder "Quills of Fire" by M. Campiz and L. Vanelslander

Payment can be made on:

Accountnumber: BE44 5794 2754 1245
International code ARSPBE22

By paypal: Lena Vanelslander, emailaddress: slaapslaapslaap@hotmail.co..m

With both: mention your home address (so I can send the book when the time comes) and which option you prefer of the possibilities.


"Quills of Fire" by Marilyn Campiz and Lena Vanelslander can be pre-ordered from now. For people from Belgium or a neighbouring country: 15 euros basic price, 17,5 euro autographed by one author, 20 euro for autographs from us both. People from other countries (my apologies the difference is due to shipping costs) 15 euros basic, 20 euro autographed by one author, 25 euros autographed by both authors. The shipping costs ... America - Belgium - South-Korea the triangle is not selfevident ... The price include shipping costs! But this advantage will only be a prerogative during the period of preordering!

A book of poetry sprung from the minds of two women with their own particular view on the world and themes as love, darkness, art, ... Different angles, perspectives and views ... East meeting West ... let them penetrate and resonate through your body.

I also have the honour to announce our publisher is PublishAmerica ... as I didn't mention this before.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Luck

The star
The full moon
The Rainbow's end
And the butterflies were there

For an amazing turn in events
Trying to save
What was left
of hell's fury.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Impressions

Sweet voices
from afar
calling a campfire
to sing around

The culture
smell it, the scent
how I long to be there
how I long for a home

Maybe I just belong to
a gypsy's heart
a gypsy's culture
Just a thought

To roam around
To arove gently
from place to place
from life to life.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Quills of Fire" by Marilyn Campiz and Lena Vanelslander available for pre-order

"Quills of Fire" by Marilyn Campiz and Lena Vanelslander can be pre-ordered from now. For people from Belgium or a neighbouring country: 15 euros basic price, 17,5 euro autographed by one author, 20 euro for autographs from us both. People from other countries (my apologies the difference is due to shipping costs) 15 euros basic, 20 euro autographed by one author, 25 euros autographed by both authors. The shipping costs ... America - Belgium - South-Korea the triangle is not selfevident ... The price include shipping costs! But this advantage will only be a prerogative during the period of preordering!

A book of poetry sprung from the minds of two women with their own particular view on the world and themes as love, darkness, art, ... Different angles, perspectives and views ... let them penetrate and resonate through your body.

I also have the honour to announce our publisher is PublishAmerica ... as I didn't mention this before.








© Guido Van Bastelaere, 2005.


Author bio: Lena Vanelslander swam many waters; history, comparative culture analysis, languages. It all pertained to her study. Self-study however remained the most important thing, Mythology, Literature, Poetry, too many to sum up. Her career in poetry started briefly by a prize for European Poetry when she was eight but she remained writing more passively in her native language untill her twenties. After a life of tribulations the turning point came in her mid twenties: she started to write actively poetry in English and was showered with positive critique. Her melancholic and darkminded nature colour her poems to an individual signature in both time and space. Several poems got published, mainly in the Stray Branch, The Delinquent and Savage Manners. Her first chapbook ‘Ma Chanson de Rien du Tout’ has been released August 2009. This work of poetry and finesse, art, contain her first amount of prior unreleased poetry. Besides writing poetry she became also active in networking for poetry and spoken word. She has joined the association of ‘De Schuunschgreivers’ in Ghent, an alternative writing group pertaining to ‘Bij De Vieze Gasten’. She actively seeks to engage even more for poetry and art, but does face one boundary: in Belgium most poetry-associations only honour Dutch poetry. Therefore her commitment is more worldwide and webdirected. You can find her on the main social networking sites of this age. The future? The future is yet to be told. The story of her life continues each day, with each step made. To maintain a dream is one thing, to realise it another. Consider this work the realisation of a dream!







© Marilyn Campiz, 2008.


Author bio: Marilyn Campiz is a self-described life adventurer, an ordinary woman who has done extraordinary things. Her journies have taken her around the world where she became entranced with the universal themes that both plague and pleasure humanity. Her life experience has taken her from the stages in Europe to a broadcasting booth in Minneapolis, Minnesota as a youth to 20 years of service in the US Air Force. She views her present role, of ex-patriot English teacher in Deagu, South Korea, as just the beginning of another chapter in her life. A life long writer and poet, striving to go beyond what has rendered before. Bringing the conversation back, to what is poetry or form. She has contributed to literary magazines, expatriot journals, art projects and is the author of The Paris Diaries and the poetess of The Erotic Writings of Unobtainable. Inspired by the words of Arthur Rimbaud, Henry Miller, Jim Morrison, Poe and Faulkner, with a heavy wink to Orwellian thought. “In an age where hope and truth are rare commodities. Where fraud and corruption have poisoned our waters. When thoughts are consumed with fear...we now see the illusions of all we once held dear are phantoms.”

Monday, August 3, 2009

The deserted shorelines of loneliness

From the deserted shoreline
I watch the waves crash
one by one they enter nomansland
one by one they fade away
At least they went out with a blast

Always alone, always together
Like a community in itself
Wandering if their are waves
Who can feel as lonely as me?

Drama

Lift me from this burden
Ease the pain away
Sway me in the darkness
Till light appears again

I still say yes to this life.
Drink your wine
your blood's refreshment
Eat your meal
and compost it
Sleep
only for the weary
Work
Till you drop dead

No wonder some people just lose their senses ...
Creatures of the night
Seahorses of the Earth
Show me your Light
like a beacon of calm and silence
So I can waver along the sea
and find my destiny.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Talking to yourself
Or under another form
writing
does miracles!
I have to prepare myself for the nightmare ...
another birthday coming up
Days vanish like smoke in the air
But the smog of your life is clouding the sky
Slowly you go towards it
killing yourself day by day
Even if it just means ...
growing old.

Friday, July 31, 2009

A moment of solemn joy

My firstborn :-)
... book that is coming, not there yet, but definitely coming.

When I heard the news
it was 2 am ...
I was happy, since ages
till I realised
I had noone to share it with
And then the tears came.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

A talesome tell

Merciless he stood beside her feet
The final stroke was about to blow
When he heard this sound
An awkward moaning, whaling if you will.

Checking out, god knows there would be testifies
He came into a pink room
where a small baby waited for milk
Stretching it's innocent hands
to the blooded bat in his hands.

For a second he was confused
As if this rock of a heart
had been touched for the first time in so many years
Would he spare her, or orphan a child?
A tear rolled down his cheek,
he stood up and cast the final stone.