Reaching Souls

And her name is…
Sweet & Lovely Beep*. Like a carpet the world unrolls with every single step your silk & fine shaped feet take. Step into these enchanted woods of yet uncovered wonders. Indulge this one week party. And if it pleasures you, you Sweet, please take my hand ;). And if it pleasures you, you Sweetie, Please take my hand ;). Princesses & Queens are served in any way they want. But swing and roll, get dirty, go as far as you can see. Let it all go through your heart, no need to turn your head to look back. Go on.. it's your treat! And if it pleasures you, you Sweet, please take my hand ;). And if it pleasures you, you Sweetie. So take me by the hand, and.. that's going to be a different Chapter. Though, if something might go wrong don't hesitate to call upon Him (see latest Testament appendix ;). Sincerely Yours, Yours Sincerely: Me! I! Yours! Punk Artist. Philosopher. Etc. etc.. etc...

You Sweet Handsome Cool and Nice Man
Berlinda Ann Mary * Elisa Rose Anjali * Kissy Michelle Gaby Baby… That's not You. Britta Emily Charmian Kim * Wendela Reshmi Freya Darling * Maxima Helen or Danusha... Definitely not You. Caressa Vanessa Illumina * Natasha Beatrice Penelope * Beliza Chess nor Xandra….  Regina! Shaskela Nadia Ling Mei Min * Juwita Funny & Modena * Tiara Bella Rahmawati. That will never be your Name, cause... Beep*. That's who you are! You funny, sparkling, beautiful You. I need a woman that stands by me Today. Don't need to say you love me, just sprinkle me with Sugar please! You Sweet Handsome Cool and Nice Man! I'm your woman. You're my man. I'm so happy! You Sweet Handsome Cool and Nice Man!

Colonial Brunette
I love sweet talk, she said. Don't stop! I asked her if she had enough. Sweet & Lovely Beep*, Wonderful girl, Gorgeous broad. Finest and I mean Finest piece of human sculpture known in the West East North and South. My woman, funny tender lovely friend. Still I sense a flavour that traveled through time all the way from the Dutch East Indies. Once before a girl claimed to be spotless. But a picture of her great grandmother unveiled her origin, That far away! Your moves are from there! But most of all I feel great by your side you green eyed Colonial Brunette. Have you had enough now? Or shall I go on you outrageously beautiful Bitch. From your dearest friend. Oh Boop*!

The Horizon will come to Us

Like a spider, she tucked me in. In her cocoon. Beep*, she treasures me. Opened a drawer and put me back stage with utmost care. Life's been hard to her, chewed on her, spit her out. I pass! She utters anxiously. And beyond back stage I go! I'm in company of goodies. Long forgotten curiosities and women's little boxes. I'm her present, she wrapped herself. You love me? How can that be? You know me for just a single day. What I mean love (but please don't tell anybody): if we go on in this direction, the Horizon will come to Us. I always knew and pulled in the Days yet to come. I'm Bold & Brave. That's the way I am. So lets walk hand in hand through the ever unrolling woods. - I stepped in a thorn. Let’s settle here, Is that okay with you? - No thorn will stop us cause I’ll stop the time, yes I can since I love you. Come let me soothe your wound. Sweet Sweet Beepie*. You have a lovely name! A name before the iPhone era. Remove Thorns, there is an app for that! But I won't solve you with an app. Your beautiful face brings up the best in me. Medieval tools are my means. To abduct you princess and conquer. To get to you. To be with you. I won't ever let you down.



Custom Shaped

Beep*. I don't know who you are. Back in 19** God was in an excellent mood, a creative mood: "Today I will surpass myself!” And He sculpted her. A stroke here, a stroke there. And with every stroke she stunned the world more and more. And He called her Beep*. Then God looked over his shoulder to 1963 and fine tuned the beautiful face accordingly, that the boy from ’63 would recognize the girl in 2016. And so Beep* & Boop* grew up separately. They each lived a 1000 lives and they got very wise. But did this wisdom serve them well enough to find each other after 50 years? 50 Years! And was Beep*'s face that precisely shaped that Boop* would recognize her? To fall for her looks, her good looks, amazing looks. And look through her green eyes straight into her soul. The boy scans her outlines. Then in a flash moment he pauses scanning. There is a match. The outlines match an ancient code deep in his DNA. As if it were a copy of a special string. A code that finally renders a name: Beep*. The name touches him somehow. What a beautiful name. He googles her… And what a beautiful girl. He sees her in the flesh… Her face seems to be custom shaped. Finally they found each other. But why did this have to take 50 years? Beep* & Boop* looked at each other dazzlingly. God spoke to them: Go along from here and find out why you two are put together. He threw them their manuals when they turned their backs. These fell somewhere between the Earth and the Clouds. We won't see those ever again. Beep* & Boop* had to live together without manuals from now on. How that will find its conclusion you guys will see in the next series. Wow, that is a beautiful story Boop*! However… I'm not available she said. Not yet. So that means Ever. I told myself. In my humble masculine opinion that is.

This everlasting Day

Concrete to sit on, iron to lean on. My gangways, her elevator. They lead us to this same Destination. No one told Us to come. No greater goal but to meet. No Kiss no Hand. No special Words to say. This stone square gives room to a silent Bond between us. As 2 Dandelions in the middle of a private Yard so secretly. Amongst strangers, who Know. This moment will end when we call it a day. The elevator silently serves. Another day in a haven of reaching Souls. This moment will end when we call it a day. A soft touch and we find our own ways. Resonating this beautiful song. Modest gestures, small unburdenings lay bare a neat structure brick by brick. Amongst strangers who know I feel proud of her. I see pride in her eyes in these rare moments we dare to cross Eyes. This day will but end when He calls it a day. We’ll rise as a soft glowing Star. Another light in the heavens of orbiting Souls. This day will but end when He calls it a day. And we’ll leave a still dimming Yard. Resonating this beautiful song.

By your side

You're the sweetest taste in years and years. My Man. However… I'm not available I told you so. Not yet. Ever or Never. When Days go by in an endless chain. When the path starts stretching to a never nearing Horizon. Then Bold & Brave will turn against me and Recklessness & Must Have are my realm… Ever or Never. Ever or Never. So Woman, read to me those last words please. True. Beep*, that secretary broad. What was I into with her! Right, I was to abduct & conquer her. Free myself from her cocoon. So what's the deal. Creative as a God I will be. I’ll send her in a labyrinth - Right, Enchanted Woods, I recall -. The world unrolls from under her heart red polished nails. There I'll leave her to her fate and clear her some paths unnoticed. Before she knows she’ll end in let’s say a glade. Why a glade I don’t know. But life knows many wonders. And so this Child finally looks around and thinks: Fuck, what an enchanting place this is. I’m deeply touched. I may want to cry. Tears of Happiness. Gosh Boop*, as if by magic I’m by Your side. I feel so great you held on to Us all those many years. In my infinite narrow-mindedness I could not ever imagine that it would feel so disarmingly full next to you. I really am incredibly happy to be with You. My Sweet Handsome Cool and Nice Man. I'm forever grateful! Fancy that I really wanted to save you in the back of my drawer. And now I can lay my head on your firm chest. And in this oblique position I peek into the very depth of your left pocket and meet face to face with that divine shining… How shall I put that. God-In-Heaven-Help-Me. All my words just drained away ... In short, all this fancy Gear… By the way, you have a nice bum for a mature lady Beep*. I pinned a nice photo to the inside of my skull. Each time I give up and wonder what to do with that Beep* I simply watch that pic and remember what I was going for you insanely filthy Crumpet. I feel the power throb in my veins again. Where that sprouts from I don't know. The moment I need God He is there. I should call on Him more often. Oh Boop*! Oh Boop*! Please stop! Don't hurt me with your lubricating stories. I won't slide in. Please understand Nice Man!



Phase to Phase

In between Ever & Never no man wants to be. In between Someone and Everyone there is no distinction. No Individual no choice. No Beep* No Boop*. Please Beepielove*, the light in your eyes is gone. I'm but a shadow in your senses. I call upon your Soul. Open your Green eyes, it's me my heart Red love! Come out of your world of Sorrow. I know how you feel more than you will know. You left me sad and in pain. True, I cherish the pain. The Witness of our silent Touch. It paints the boundaries of our song. A stroke here, A stroke there. Yes I do understand. I know the game. Its rules are Bitter though. And so I will heal, Unfortunately. But I don't understand His Work. Is our love but a Play? A neat structure for a next Stage? Or are we on different Floors? This is not the end my Friend. It is just a Phase. So sweet you understand - (I understand) -. It is just a Phase - (Phase to Phase) -. Oh Boop* please don't cry. Yes I’m on the 4th Floor, the 5th is Yours. So sweet you understand.

Ever stretching Horizon

This exploding Big Bang. Every 3 counts again. In the ripples of an ever stretching Horizon. I need 4 to escape. Now I’m smashed to the ground before the finish line. Over and Over. I create and create. Yes it’s me in despair. What was your face again? A stroke here or was it there. A lullaby I hear. A super groove from there. In this cacophony don’t withhold your voice from me. So sweet you understand. I understand.. And is that the end? A balloon farting through space. Don’t withhold your voice from me. Be a man Woman. Powerful healthy Anger, do you know that phenomenon? It comes when you don’t let yourself go down. You stand up when worlds collapse. I don’t ask you to be my Wife - Not Yet. You Nice, Sweet and Lovely friend. No sweet words from me today, Cause I'm a nice guy. Show me what life’s about. Show your children, you owe them. My anger is your courage. I’m with you.

I Believe

If I can’t see beyond the Horizon. If all Earth offers is all I believe. Then there is only one morality, one math. And I’m confined to our Star. Though one glance in the night sky and a thousand Suns are in my reach. One dot an entire world. Exotic moralities, more ways to calculate. If there is so much we don’t know. Yet those outer facts stare us in the face, from outer space. How can I close my eyes and give up searching. Just because we think it is too far fetched. You believe I reside beyond your cosmic Horizon, Boop*. From where echoes won’t return. Though if our Song is like a pulsar, it’s fierce gamma rays will resonate through a 1000 worlds. Then you will find me through a Message that you breathe. Passed on by the wind’s finest and tiniest of molecules that spark electric waves across the smallest Universe and cross the magnetic radiation of my aura, it Will. That path will show, the moment I Believe, a then visible stairway from the 5th floor to the Fourth. I so bridge the gap and cast a Life Line to reach the gorgeous brunette custom shaped before I saw her.

In the Morning

In the morning dew the sun peeks in its realm as it does every Day with a smile. Us Creatures tall and small, thrive and bloom. It’s warmth and love all around. I came So close to her heart in reach of her stretched out Arms. I smelled her Longing for a happy day. My heart knows how to get there. It’s the place I want to be. Too smart & bold to lead us, Is it so? In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this fairy place all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing that’s not here is your silent pride in me. It must be somewhere that I lost track with my love beside me. I knew it all, what’s left for her to speak. Or maybe I did well, it’s that a hill is just too steep. Invisibly she slipped my fingers there. In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this bitter sweet realm all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing I don’t hear are the echoes of our song. The horizon moves. - I see it move away -. It took my love. - Along with the answers slipping away -. Will she ever hear my song? - The magical birds in the woods did -. The echo comes to me. - On an autumn breeze -. In the morning we have breakfast. Eggs, ham, cheese, marmalade. A glass of milk. A cup of coffee*. “Boop*.” “That is me.” “Do you want some sugar?” “Yes please.”

Winter

Footsteps in the snow. On my way to somewhere. I lead myself, is it so, is this where I want to go. My autumn Love I send This Song and trust it in the thin air, here it goes. Clouds ahead, miles ahead. I hope it will land one day and seed in Spring one day. May it ever last a Day. As it once came in Spring and left in Fall. Will the wind help it bring to Winter snow grounds for now. So preserve our early born Love protected by the unprovoking White. And then we go visit your father and Sis B* and Sis N* and we go visit your Mum and D* & G*. And everything will be so fine & peacefully. And you’ll be my most precious Woman. And.. And.. lots of other sweet and fine things. And my father and mother and my family and friends will all be nice to you, I asked them, they will be. And they want to get to know you.. And you will paint again and I’ll teach how to play the guitar, the bass guitar! And we’ll make our home a warm place for our children to come and everyone is welcome! And when you leave the door, you will know that it will always open for you. Cause it is Your door and a sweet handsome cool and nice man awaits you. No pressure at all, but pleasure above all. And all these beautiful presents lay in silence under the snow. Kept. For the moment you come to collect them. For when you are ready my love, whenever.

You are not my type
Dear Fren, indeed a beautiful smile. I'd like to steal some of that joy. Tell me, what do you love to do? Let me hear your voice. I like your messages UB, but I ran into someone totally my type. I should not split my attention. So I’m not ready and you’re twice my age. Please talk to me. Wow! So mr. Right half your age dumped you. For an appointment with his dentist? Is her smile less frighteningly beautiful than yours..? Is that a man to not withstand such breeze. I am storm proof Baby, I’ll give you worth your money! …Hello Baby, are you still there? Hello?! Not very Cool Frenny Dear. Bye. I’m hurt dr. UB, heal my soul. Come on Baby, I wanna see you. But you’re not my type? Please talk to me… I feel so lost and here’s a friend. You pulled me in, your picture did. This crossing we Met. There’s a reason for That. You are not my type. But you make me feel great. Friendship is worth a 1000 Golden Years. Maybe even more worth than…

Jij laat mij mijn thuis weer zien
Jij inspireert me Fren. Ik voel me thuis komen met jou. Ik kom thuis en er ligt een berichtje klaar: Hoe was mijn sollicitatiegesprek? Er is iemand voor me thuis. Elke avond zegt iemand me welterusten als IK naar bed toe ga. Dat ik je nog nooit gezien heb doet er niet toe. Je bent er. Dat je dat voor je vriend doet, geweldig. Als je dat later voor je man doet, dan ben ik de gelukkige die het ook heeft gehad. Zo lang als dat mag duren neem ik het volledig van je aan. En als ik het later voor mijn vrouw doe, dan ben jij de gelukkige die ik het ook heb gegeven. Je bent voor mij echt een geschenk en ik neem het zoals het komt. Met jou kom ik weer tot rust. Met jou ga ik weer om me heen kijken. De dingen weer zien en waarderen. Jij laat mij mijn thuis weer zien. Dank je Fren! Ik investeer in je UB. En dat weet je. Wat een toverwoorden. Ja ik weet het. Maar ik kan het niet geloven. Wat hoor ik dat graag. Dank je liefste Frenneke, liefste vriendinneke van mij...

DiscoPunk Girl
There is Fren. A beautiful high heeled Creature looking to the Left, searching for the Right. Looking for me girl? It’s UB boy. In City lighting her high heels confidently beat the urban floor. It’s a disco beat I now shift in new exotic directions. My Girl that is. Wow, an exciting wrap and wonderful. I will slow down and take good care to unwrap this nice bonbon. But first we’ll settle down to get our senses in sync. I let her voice speak. I let her smile reach. Hey foxy lady, I hear those grand dark drums blow and breeze the many voices around us in a soft birds choir. I read those beautiful lips, cause they may unveil magic words. I boldly stare into your eyes, forgive me. Cause it may be so, they’ll be a promising land. It is not to judge your lifelines that I take your hand. I just like to see the hand that’ll wrap mine, when a street wants us to cross. Or when the moment comes that we will do that just for fun.

2 Seconds
I saw you for the first time UB dear. You are cool and we lost track of time. And yesterday our voices met again. They sank together in deep ancient layers. We touched the bottom together (last night). And when I looked up in the night sky (when you were alone smoking afterwards) I watched the 1000 nearby Suns (I told you so to look beyond our Star). Worlds long ago project me in the Future (a future being written as I speak). A memorable night that I will treasure. We won’t ever know what comes around. For 2 seconds I saw the altar blinking. Then it disappeared again. Thank you UB my Boy. I need no more Today. I’ll stop searching and Focus on You.

Shennika Girl
For 2 Seconds and way more a beam of sweetness radiates in my heart. And not just once, but again and again. Shennika, you’re one beautiful girl. Damn, you rival Beep*... Your loving eyes pierce deep in my Soul. Give in is all I will do. Take time I will. Take it slow this time and scan your outlines. Who are you Shennika Girl? Tell me your story UB. I’ll listen to you. The canal is no Amazon, but it will do to stroll alongside. And in the mirroring water UB Boy sees himself with a girl. A girl that responds. When he moves, she moves. And she follows him to places. Dark places with no friends, just by giving her a look. And she covers his ass. Shennika is one loyal Girl. Where will I bring you to Shennika Girl?

Jealous Boy
I found in you what I need UB dear. And I know you need more than just a friend. I won’t hold you searching, although I’m not sure how I would feel about that. I know what you mean Fren. It would be strange to stop the flower grow, growing in the windowsill, casting its shadow ahead in the land beyond. To let go your hand. I will join a nice party Tonight. My phone will be your ears. Its lens will introduce you to my Friends. I want people to witness our Friendship. So grateful to be at a party in your pocket UB, but it’s well past midnight now. I fall asleep in your pants, sweet dreams await me on the threshold. When you come home from this thrilling Party, please do wake me in your sweet World. I’ll be there for you UB Boy. I love you Bitch. 5 weeks in a row 24/7. 11:00 AM till 2:00 PM. “Good night!” 7:00 AM. “Good morning!” Noon, afternoon. “Good evening Love!” 360 Pages in fucking MS Word we texted Covering 50,400 minutes. That intense we met. How can I keep up the speed and sync my feelings?! And then 2 million 419 thousand and 200 seconds of Fighting… I love figures yes I do. -Fighting. Fren and UB- Are they fighting? -So much Love- in their friendship? (Just talk to me) What happened? (and pick up the phone!) -Does it matter- (I always wanted you to find a nice girl…) No, -No, no, no- no trivial fights in my lyrics. -A moment of jealousy- caught poor UB Boy and that shocked his new found friend. NOW -God reveals his Plan- and the solution their Chemistry creates. -Thus UB speaks:- Here I stand naked. See me, yeah watch your friend. It’s Me. Jealousy. Yeah it’s Jealousy. Does that prove my love. A Friend or a Lover, who cares, who gives a Fuh.. Here I stand naked. See, watch your friend. Yeah it is Me. It is Jealousy. Oh it Is, Oh it Is. Do you think Love comes free, that it won’t hurt. You wanted to feel. Yeah. So feel (it). Yes I know I lost 20 years. Cause you didn’t know what to feel. You, don’t blame the world. It’s You that got your wings to fly, to go up high. So fly.

When her Smile breaks through

Out of a dead corner, she appears before me. So sudden, I can’t focus & see through her Face. Did you hear our song Beepielove*? is what escapes my lips. No. And off the charts the tune skyrocketed! Then silence filled the empty launch pad. Again. And I don’t know how to reach such heights. You is and are my Woman, Beep*. But this morning I can’t believe we will ever meet again. Though. All I have to do is say the words, that simple. All I have to do is pronounce my wish, that is His command. And the wind will breathe the message that will find you. And the electric waves will wash your full presence to my shore. Like if we were to meet you’ll rise before me. I’ll see a Smile pierce through your face, and Focus. The Sun will shine in its harmonic rays, Beepielove*! Yes. And on the charts you land!

The Kiss

So washed ashore she'll smile from ear to ear. Still wet and a little new in this sudden encounter we walk along from the beach into this cheerful town. In the hum of the masses we frolic in our own soundscape. And then some soft town's corner we can call our place for a day. A day in a life the way they should always be. A fantastic summer Noon with tea and cake Splash-painted by Beep*‘s colourful sexy skirt. Here Beep* and Me* explore the tasty French kiss. Well, that is what we want, what we always wanted, but didn’t dare to do back then. Waiting for the elevator in those everlasting seconds, we held in to await the right moment that should come in better times. And better times and place are Here. So shortly after the war we survived the longest days. The streets are full of people in euphoria busy with their own cheerful business. A tongue reaches a tongue. A beautiful architecture of mapped out little kisses come next and they follow the intriguing necklines up to her beautiful hair that I sniff so gently. Her hair that wants to be involved in the cheek 2 cheek caresses overstepping noses that curiously lead to our lips again. And in the short gaps in time of split seconds, the four green eyes catch one another. Wow, Beep* & Boop*! No shame. What are you two doing?! Where will this bring you two? You opened the gate to the Unknown!

Cosmic Realm

Somewhere in the outer lands of the Night sky, higher than higher grounds resides a Realm stretching further than imagination tells. Even to step in needs courage I now not know I have. Only by surrendering & matching souls the Realm encloses as a beautiful Shell. No need of pure hearts but to overstep the fears. Just giving in to the mere hope that all ends well. And a timeframe of unforeseen events starts running an unwinding flywheel that only stops spinning when He calls it a day. Mere Gratitude is the end of the line. May this radiate endless energy to strangers who know & loved ones who don’t. So take me by the hand Beep*. And this is definitely going to be a different book. And I know I’m a boy and I know you’re a girl. Just ordinary citizens in a man made world. I talk about wonders in a stone square yard. Forgive me my philosophies when you shine so bright. Release me from my chains and I make you loose. A hand in a hand should be enough for us. To walk away from here to never look back. And be happy with the turns in the road that lie Ahead.

I’ll bring you to the train
We walk along the tracks. Tracks that cut to the left. Tracks that branch off to the right. Make that the other tracks go ahead? And we didn’t reach a station yet. Are we fellow wanderers now and next, train passengers? Arm in arm in wonderful company. Quite an infrastructure, not immense, but too big to oversee. Following its paths is what I do, is what I didn’t do back in the Punk days. Shennika is beautiful. How come I meet such faces. Attraction or Distraction? Is it a good sign, what do I feel? Is this my station UB Boy? Will we meet again? You know we won’t Girl. Yes sure.. (she matches overwhelmed). A girl that follows. Loyal.. I walk on alone along the tracks. Tracks to a left horizon, not yet laid. Tracks to a right horizon directing to a Cosmic Realm. Am I too impatient? Can’t I wait for a common commuter train? Did I bring you to some station too early? Attraction and Distraction without Equilibrium. I’m sorry to bring you to the train Shennika. Damn. I really am.

The Sacred Background

The girl shines diamonds through her eyes. She chose to land next to me. As I invited her to step in the magical woods. To go as far as she can see & take me by the hand. In the end we reach the last trees… that root in nothing. The girl shines diamonds through her eyes. She chose to be next to me. Here at the horizon our stone yard touches the night sky. Our daily lives seem so concrete, yet they stretch into the vast abstraction. The ever so far away Background starts… where the Ordinary world fades. The trees at the rim carry the heavens as a ceiling. A stunning beauty this stone Temple is. The altar leads our eyes to the background. Through a window the ancient light enters the daily life. The simple lives of Beep* & Boop*. Are we just boy & girl next door. The ancient light makes us glow as prisms we shine in each other’s faces. Everything that glows is a reflection of this Sacred Background. I know without the glow we are ordinary people. The ordinary daily life is the safe haven. A garden fenced by the extraordinary World, so easy to perceive. Within this one Day life it is Beep* I want beside me. For no good reason but the light in your eyes, your soul and eyes. The girl shines diamonds through her eyes. She chose to land next to me.