Ad Vulto

Sunday, June 14, 2015

The Actor

How would I know
The equivalent
Of emerging danger
When relocated
In the shoes
Of another being

Study of its character
My friend, its relentless
Desire to know
The very heart of the unknown

To behold without any fear
The depths of the desires
Which drove him
To this point of no return

I do dare to relive
This unmistakable quest
To phantom life
But where to start

Where new life begins
On the stage of glory
Is at the cherished moment
Where he lives the life
Of the character
He plays

Friday, June 12, 2015

Nightingale

Your songs
Translate like this

What?!
No time to lose
With this waste
Called sleep

I come from a far away land
Every one has forgotten about
Remember!
It's right here
In my song

Life goes on
In this midsummer
Night's dream
I sing to the stars
And to you
My friend

An electrifying guitarist

An electrifying guitarist

Of all those illuminating stars

You're the one

Who is able to tell a story

Piece by piece

Blow by blow

Inspirations were

Buchanan, Les Paul

Bobby Cochran

All those gods

You're one of them now

No one really knows

How the hell

You make those sounds

Or where they come from

Every time anew

Not known as a household name

But cherished by the connaisseurs

You go under various names

But the one I know

Is Mr. Jeff Beck

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Monday, June 8, 2015

Let them go and move on

Let them go and move on

( Title by a friend)

It may sound
Like a straight forward line
But it may go like this

When there is
A game
That you started

And there are those
Who joined
But refuse
To play it
The way
You intended
To play it

Let them go
And move on

The Legend

We have all been
Once
Or twice
Probably more
A legend

The fact that
You aren't known
By the millions
Doesn't make one
Less a legend

Anne Frank
Was only known
By a few
When still alive

Being a legend
Is not a job
Or a degree
It's simply done
By being
Who one is
When one has become
A prodigy

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Skin

It's the wrapping of within

The colour of your skin

Friends of mine dance

The African way

Others are Scandinavian

And my heart remembers

Buddha woman, Asian skin

They have all a story

Wrapped within

By their own

Personal skin

Monday, June 1, 2015

Bright Future

In the darkest of night

There is a truth

That darkness can not hide

For all darkness is

Is artificial blacking

That it can not keep up

For we are

Beings with a bright future

Because that future

Is made out of truth

As we are

And therefore is

Bright after all