poem: the antidote is medicine

the antidote is medicine

the world that was known
has recently come to an end
like an ocean it flows away
but for a part that remains
it’s very hard ts stay

the people are evolving
mentally
they can see through clouds
where the sun is shining
simply knowing it is out there
but our inner light will never fade

always looking for a spark
there’s hope and faith – and
all the things making us humans
are ways to express who we are
and that’s a force of positivity
which can’t be controlled nor stopped

so, let’s give it all
your biggest smile

© Maurits Sterkenburg

 

I wrote this one for those who need it, I know it’s harsh for many, so
I know we will get through someway :>

poem: there’s no defence against it

there’s no defence against it

not gonna sugarcoat every message
but in some kind of way
I’m pretty fond on sugar

so I have a jar full of it
and I take it to the streets
while wearing a leather coat
as in trenchcoat

when talking to strangers
I give them a free sample
but only if they are sweet too
because…. just so my day is great
no what if’s

and I hope that people will learn
from these little kind gestures
that they also can become
one of the many sweeties

© Maurits Sterkenburg

 

I hope you like this poem, although the title is a bit strange during the time of events, at least it’s not ill willed

a few English poems

so today I want to share some of my English poems, just because people really like them, a little note: these are not new ones but reposts, hope that’s not a problem

 

I’m not stuck in a fantasy

I’m great friends with mythical creatures
not to brag, but I know an odd eyed centaur
his name is Eugene and he’s very good
with herbs and spices, after the hunt is done

in the summer I travel with the griffins
from floating island to floating island
where I once met a cyclop
she wore fluorising dungarees
because the moon is a blacklight here
an Cynthia loves all the colours
which the rainbow provides

also I know of a cave I lived in once
during a summoned hailstorm by a snowgiant
there I discovered a room, a remarkable room
where darkness and light were distorted – so
you see everything in flashes, like
a never ending strobe light
like it was haunted by Picasso’s spirit

and have I ever told you about Goblinville
where the most magical items are crafted
those being sold will go for a high price

just wait till tomorrow night – because
then there will be a party going on
with dragons, elves and dwarfs so
so that’s why I’m dressed already
as an adventurer with a lorgnet
and a knapsack, also a spyglass

© Maurits Sterkenburg

 

the foolish lover

don’t go and wander in the forests
not without a plan at least
and especially not alone
when the night is at it’s darkest

people say there lives a witch
beautiful as the moon
she has powers to summon beings
that are not from our realm
all she wants is to be left alone

so I will enter her playgrounds
just to see if she wants to play
a little game of chess with me

and maybe later
we will go to my place
just to get to know each other

© Maurits Sterkenburg

 

if Thor indeed was a poet

not a broken record on repeat
I have risen, above all I’m the greatest
I’m not yet the best – but
every day I get closer to
become a god

to be the god of poetry
that’s subconsciously my dream
and also one of the worst nightmares
because I would be a popstar and thus
I have no time to write

now wouldn’t that be a shame
when people read my bible
they don’t want to know – that
I secretly had many ghostwriters

in the end it all doesn’t do right
and I can’t please everyone
but I do have the might
to let them feel my disapproval
with a tiny lightningstrike

© Maurits Sterkenburg

 

have a break, my dear

please, don’t lie to yourself
maybe you’re the greatest
but not today, my friend

while being on neutral ground
I look at rocks, boulders and gemstones
a fossil now and then seems to cry
yelling in my head, fading echos

I’m no fuel now
I still have a bright future
don’t you dare puny mortal
to even let me think I’ve gone extinct
that’s not how my story went

so I just sling shot a bird
I did it with two stones
whilst the blood spattered
on Davy’s boney skull

and you wanted to know
the stories and tales of my drawings
while I just had a need
to eat

© Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: not just a desire

not just a desire

being forced to this daily pill
I find my body in pain – so
I’m asking myself where my mind is at
where is it hanging out

what they both want
is not what they get
and that’s just not a fair situation

I need trust

I need trust
from the people around me
so I can heal some stinking wounds
that have been there for far to long

© Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: like a genius

like a genius

please don’t mind me
I’m just a poet
playing with all the words
in the garden of my fantasy

I’ll let you visit afterwards
when my dance has been done
and there’s no movement anymore
unless you peek through the keyhole
of yet another door

it’s like a constant and changing riddle
harmless in nature, so yeah
welcome to the mindgames
of a loving mastermind

© Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: I’m not just like him

I’m not just like him

let’s not get crazy today
the sun is shining harsh
as drops of sweat roll over my skin

maybe tomorrow
that I will save the world
just by taking a nap – or
going to the bathroom and shower
to wash everyone’s sins away
send it all to outer space
to find peace and balance in myself

but after all I said today
which is nothing – by the way
I’ll think I’ll teach them one a time
how to heal thyself and others

© Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: it’s a mature thing

it’s a mature thing

let’s get together – and
write some history
is what I would like to say
when you look in my eyes
and lay your hands upon mine

I need at least some moments of intimacy
and I don’t want to come across as a pervert
but yeah, I do have needs to
just as you do, I suppose

so now you know how I think about it
and the choice is also yours and mine
but let me be straight about one thing
we both have to have healthy boundaries
and thus inform each other about those
because there must be mutual respect
in the playground we all call life

© Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: if Thor indeed was a poet

if Thor indeed was a poet

not a broken record on repeat
I have risen, above all I’m the greatest
I’m not yet the best – but
every day I get closer to
become a god

to be the god of poetry
that’s subconsciously my dream
and also one of the worst nightmares
because I would be a popstar and thus
I have no time to write

now wouldn’t that be a shame
when people read my bible
they don’t want to know – that
I secretly had many ghostwriters

in the end it all doesn’t do right
and I can’t please everyone
but I do have the might
to let them feel my disapproval
with a tiny lightningstrike

© Maularia Fist

poem: wake up

wake up

do not listen to what they say
because they are garbage people
and when you’re offered anything
to buy or eat or drink or have
just say no but thanks anyway
and stick to your own plans and ideas

this life we all live
are all different paths
in which we learn – and
experience all sort of things

and what I’ll learn in this moment
will differ from your lessons – unless
you’re here to do the same as me
whatever that may be

© Maularia Fist

trucage, het album

Afgelopen week heb ik een nieuw album uitgebracht middels een formidabel medium genaamd youtube en aldaar zijn de liederen als video’s verpakt te vinden. Tevens heb ik ook een pagina aangemaakt betreffende deze zaken. Deze heet album trucage. Op deze pagina vind je de losse tracks. Hieronder zal ik een clip ervan plaatsen. Dus bij deze, check ’t eens en bezie of ’t wat voor jou is.