Rooted Truth 

​Oh there is no gift as beautiful 

As the gift of life 

Oh there is no gift so joyful 

As the gift to be alive 

Oh with pleasure I surrender 

In the force that’s sets me free 

In the nature that I am 

I grow in light and sleep at night 

Ill feed my brain with fuel so bright 

I kiss my lover in delight  

I hug loving tight 

Sometimes love is little, 

Almost unfindable. 

 

Playing hide and seek, 

Longs to be found, 

In the depth of my heart. 

 

She giggles as she knows, 

Soon ill reach inside 

Curious Ill find her  

A smile to big to hide 

Mirror. Act. Ignore. Deliver. 

Run. Jump.

Growl — just like a beast. 

Treat. Deflect. React. Project — 

your shadow, cast on me. 

 

Fake the love, and fool the gifted. 

Fear the child who walks to wonderland. 

Shake the ground that keeps you lifted. 

Grind the earth until she trembles. 

 

Feel how her vibration 

senses you — 

a hit of life, 

never lived, 

yet thriving, 

surviving, 

like it fits. 

I got my finger on the trigger of a money game 

 

I share labels of misery 

Lists and symphonies 

of symptoms and diseases 

old misogyny – 

shadow dreams confusion 

– incest theories 

I make up for crowds of people 

Ammunition: 

for each soul in need!  

 

A sense of power and control 

A weakness runs division 

A pharmacy of pills 

For every body hole – I sell 

A promising remission 

 

I inject, I shoot, I demonstrate 

the sickness out of state 

in order to castrate, abort the burden of your 

Consciousness 

in racing numbers 

Collect wills, colonize the mind 

Hypnotized in mass psychosis 

in my well-earned dollar bill 

after a decent meal 

I will commit your suicide 

 

So your family can sit beside your bed 

Civilized, relieved they sigh 

So lucky 

Our government 

provides 

A maid to clean you up 

At the field, 

in the grass, 

roots grow

temporary

in the Netherlands

as a loving gesture

stoned by time

red light crime

white borders

like pottery

Imprisoned blue 

I imagine

an other statue 

a loving gesture

robbed of soil.  

​

Still in earth

I grow

Oh drowning men!  

No human can be described in formulas and measurements  

-with rulers in numbers-  

We are one, in divine source, always in movement  

-ungraspable like water- 

Oh, foolish mirror writer 

 -in the dark you suffer- 

In chaotic division you invent alone 

- the loss of harmony- 

in need of enlightenment 

You forgot  

-in hype of focus-  

the virtue of the feminine 

 

The earth beneath your feet 

The womb that carries you 

 

Oh, the gratitude of life 

-to be one-  

with water, in winds and tides,  

in the light of fire, within her eyes, 

in her arms that ground you,  

In her breast that feed you 

-in the honour of touching her feet- 

you surrender in peace 

 

Her virtue, her beautiful grace, 

your source of life  

your end and your beginning. 

No measurement can scale her meaning,  

no ruler stops her force of life,  

no symphony will hold her,  

none of your inventions protect her,

from the war that you provide. 

 

No perfection reaches her 

Provide her joy, 

 her care, 

 her love, 

 her vision  

She is the divine creator.  

Through her honour,

the harmony is always present,

light as a heartbeat 

-as she is sacred- 

 -one and all- 

 

Your mother, your sister, your wife 

The earth beneath your feet.