BLUE POET’S SECRET

230 pieces

BLUE

My blue goddess

In the wastelands of colours,

A new day.Unknown and based upon decisions.Decisions based upon unknown things.Nothing is clear.All is clear.I don’t know, and I do know.I miss.I am missed.

It’s complicated.

Is that the word

Gentle and silence

You Started as my Blue

Dreams, do they talk?

Lost in colours

Orange was gone

New, old, again

life is what it throws at you

Brown with a bit of white

When white crosses greyAnd grey runs into hardwood

I have coloursI feel them in the air

Fill your timus

There is a time

Repetition for best result

Found My Colours

Maybe just Maybe

Today, today is a strange day, or an excellent day, it is the day of days (this what I know it will be in 10 years time). Sometimes one colour brings along another colour and sometimes a faded colour is suddenly all bright again.

Chapter 1: This is me and my colours

Mr. Coward and Prof. Poet

in these last days and weeks I have had some more time for myself, in comparison with other times of the year. I wanted to be with my kids, my parents, my bike and find out more about what I want.

And how only youOnly me

difficult for one

science of rainbow

a couple of figures

Water on the stones

Skeletons in a sky

What started with zero

Black red white

In seeing black

It is that time

The lunar eclips

Sometimes you look at the sun

It hurts to do nothing

Day 1 near the slopes

A day of driving throughout a country I always think of as grey and dull, surprised me with smiles and green.

Day 1 minus a day and a bit

Laying in bed I reflect on a day of Murphy, a load of words and sentences.

In God we trust

Free on a slippery slope

The book of eyes

Chinese proverb

01:01 and still awake – I guess I should sleep.

A morning with fog

Riddles of the mind

24 hours of magic

Time is not timed

One for the road

Why not just write

A million stars

Green has a place

In small moments

Just saying JTM

Laying here I think of your body against mine,

a dream started with waking up in a dark room, not knowing where i was, and all around me i found people with masks.

Times like these tell a name

Here in Tuscany

In a day at the time before sleeping

To write what is in my head

Keeping sain, how do you do it ? Am I crazy, have I got a mental disorder?

To fall in love

To have a colour

To have colours

In writing I’m free, I’m happy. In touching this keyboard and letting my colours flow free over the screen, that is when I let go.

Have you ever sat down like I do right know and thought of what is and has happened to you lately.

For whom it concerns

Definition of now

Strawberries in the mind

Just letting you fly

Brown and grey lines

Blue is always here

I think about three words

No time matters

If you miss someone

There are nights

Morning writing

Watching a screen

What if I was colourblind

Blue always here

Waking up to magic

A time of reflection

White full of colour

Is it the beach?

Rainbow umbrella

A dream that became a start to write

A dream in so many ways in so may forms, though is just one I plot down…

Relative theory

Sometimes you enjoy

Sometimes I just give up

In need of blue

Voor de verandering

A moment before getting down

In dreams entangled

Life likes this

Blue before the summer

Black needs to go

Some free writing – explicit

I walk through the hallway of an old Victorian hotel, looking at the room numbers in orange gold, I find the number I’m looking for 269. I knock, the door is gently opened and I’m received by your two sparkling eyes, you wearing a black dress, the one I admired as it shows your lovely figure.

My shades of yellow

Thinking of colors

Hmmmm what else

A Shalow street

Sounds of streets

A surprise picture

Blue bright sky

Sometimes you read

Early in Moscow

Don’t want to sleep

Colors in a different light

The sun on my face

Not in the white pearl bubbles

Orange as in no orange

Garage with red carpet

Fickle of the mind

No Freudian slip

Because blue is the top.

White and buttons

Alone in myself

Orange Collision

Orange collision

Not about orange

Migraine of life

Shutting the light out

The rainbow by blue

Foxes of the mind

My colorful mind

Parisian moment

Drapes of a terrace

Dusk in the morning

A bit of rainbow