Somebody Else's Happiness

Is it not beautiful ?

It is so very beautiful!

They are so beautiful in their happiness

Often I ask myself

What has happened?

That the reminders of the most beautiful moments of somebody else's life

And the memories of somebody else's happiness

Have landed in a junk shop.

I ask myself with a little bit of fear in my heart

Will the decisive moments of my own life

Captured in photographs

Also be thrown away some day?

Because I do not matter so much anymore

To anyone.

But then again, we really are not that important

Looking at it from a larger perspective. 

Photograph of an unknown couple found in a junk shop in East London.

Entitled by me " Somebody Else's Happiness"

Holy

 A Poem About Holiness

What you think is the sky,

Is the layer between the universe(god) and you

And sometimes,

In a momemt or two,

but very seldom though

It(he)allows you to see through. 

Then you understand how holy each and every particle

of its entire creation is.

I Walk The Street With My Ethiopian Lilies

I walk the streets with my Ethiopian lilies,

My father's father was a poor man

as was my father

and so am I

Today, I still have all my Ethiopian lilies

I walked the streets all day long,

but have sold not one

I am no man of great culture, taste

or wisdom

I believe in god

And I once did work the land,

but through all the time,

I walked the streets with my Ethiopian lilies

I came to love theses flowers

I learned, they come from the banks of a great river,

called the Nile,

that flows through many lands

that is why their name is Ethopian lily,

some like to call them Calla

I walk the streets with my Ethiopian lilies,

do not laugh at me

that's what I do in life

and I have just waited for you

to buy a single one, or may be too

so my son would eat tonight.

In memory of an unknown man from I bought once 10 Ethiopian lilies instead of one.

Entwined

Our destinies are entwined

I have been traveling a long time with you

You are worn out,

but you won't let me go !

The World Is In You

Africa's beauty is reflected in the eyes of it's children.

Sometimes I see a child and all I feel is: I wish you all the best !

I know that it is not gonna be easy. 

But with all my heart I wish you the finest, the best and the nicest that there is in this world.

May you be blessed !

I wish for you that you will be spared as much pain as possible

and that you will not suffer too much.

I wish for you that you will find someone to help you find the world in you. 

A Hell Of A Life

Oh yeah, he had a hell of a life

swam all the way from the deep blue sea

got caught with a hook

that hurt 

and was set free in a rock pool

only as deep as a knee

he thought he could hide under the rocks

and wait for the soon to come tide

but the young fisherman thought otherwise

and the fish understood, he was free only

 until dinner time would arrive

So he really died twice

But oh yeah, he had a hell of a life !

A Poem For Me

When  you stand in front of their grave,

then think of me

When you read their old and familiar names

that I have called and spoken so many times

now chisseled in the green-blue stone,

then think of me

The pain and suffering given as a heavenly gift to me,

because of my love for them

is buried right there, in the ground with them

So, that is the reason why, 

when once again on a Sunday afternoon,

you stand in front of their grave

Do also think of me

and say my name

I WAS GOING TO WRITE YOU A LETTER

MANY YEARS AGO I was going to write you a letter because there was something on my mind.

I was going to write you a letter to tell you that hearts can change.

I was going to beg you in that letter not to cry now.

I had thought a long time about that letter.
And I was going to write you a letter to tell you that I did not love you anymore
but I wanted to add that I knew you would be fine.
And I intended to say that  if you wanted I would still be your friend.

When I hit the first letter my typewriter broke.
And that is how I came to never write you the letter.
AND NOW THAT WE ARE BOTH OLD AND TOGETHER FOREVER you can now know about that letter that I never wrote.

I Love You Flowers

I was walking in a park.

When I saw three pink flowers to my left

I stood still to watch

Sunddenly they said to me:  I love you Dear !

Loud and clear!

Then and there I understood, the world adores me,

the great world loves me back, like I love the world

Almost happy in my heart, I continued with my walk

AND GUESS WHAT?

The pink and whites ones were then saying it too

I love you ! I do !

And the red rainy, one as well

There and then I could not help it

and shouted back with all my heart: ME TOO, I LOVE YOU TOO

Will I THINK OF YOU?

Only when it's cold

Am I am shivering

Against the wind

And suddenly from the inside

The core of me

From my deepest depths

Comes

A small warming flame

Which wants to grow

And I fight it

Until I realize I need it

Want it

To flow through me

To fill me

Because

It is you

And then I will think of you

Leonard Nimoy's (MR. SPOCK)