Decades in the making was the thing that didn’t happenThe random paths afforded by life seemed to have a directionThen there were all those years of waitingOnly to destroy it because confusion was dominating I have a daughter in GermanyI didn’t send her thereI can’t … Continue reading Drawn and Quartered
I can’t let you goYou were supposed to heal me, and now you’re goneI’m pretty close to doneI just have to write this book, so everybody will know And you’ll finally understandWith my words in your handBut then it might be too lateBecause I might … Continue reading Until I Know
My friend אוריאנה יאיר wrote this poem for English practice to describe her impression of how I see Noah van Ouwerkerk. I thought it was very cool. You appear in the spring like a wild flowerYou’re as tempting as a wild flowerLike a wild flower … Continue reading Like a Wild Flower
There was the One, and everything was white. The One didn’t remember his beginning. He only remembered his first act. He wanted there to be color, and there was color. Then he wanted ground, and there was ground. Then he wanted a body, and thus … Continue reading The Bottle of Beer (the Fourth Chapter)
Noah van OuwerkerkI thought of something that just might workPerhaps if I incite your sense of jealousyYou just might call me I’m sure daddy will be thrilledThinking my thoughts of you have finally been killedHe doesn’t know that romanceIs only a fraction of my connection … Continue reading Jealousy
You ask me where is the love?I can’t live in this world without youBecause when push comes to shoveThere is nothing left to doExcept write a book about it all Near, far, wherever you areI can only wish upon a shooting starThat you’ll just let … Continue reading For the Love of a Dutch Girl
I called Jonathan I can’t take it anymore Don’t play more songs please
Yes, you’re crazyYes, I’m twice as crazy as youWhen I try to forget you, I just get three times as crazy as youWhen you play your latest song, I get four times as crazy as youI’m headed for Dillon Thomas, Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway if … Continue reading Gnarls Barkley?
Golden beams stream into the veranda from the sun-soaked streetA moment of repose from unsteady steps drawn by bowing arches of aching feetHis soul bereaved of visions of a comforting embraceSol’s warm rays are no comparison to the form ensconced in laceBut the soundscape of … Continue reading Micaela’s Poem
I’m writing to say that it’s time to let you go. I’m sure the tribes of the church of hatred will click their heels and jump with joy at those words, but they don’t exactly mean what they hope they do. They mean that I … Continue reading Noah, Part Three