The bee is a clown
Luring you away in the belief
Of Nature, when it’s
Just a drone
Oh Fakeness
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am a fine artist and poet, I draw and write every single day, I am from Belgium, french-speaking and I have been living in London since 2008... I am doing the Marathon for the second year, I wrote 50 poems last year, and I am very excited about it. you can see my art works and read my poems on www.vinz.live
The bee is a clown
Luring you away in the belief
Of Nature, when it’s
Just a drone
Oh Fakeness
Nature is my home,
My temple and my Soul
I am born here,
Sent from far Space
Searching for Love
Everywhere in the Cosmos
Only to find it when
I stop, stay still and
Almost sleep
Then I can clearly feel it
Beating in all my cells
And being in Joy exploding
The spectacle is in the eye of the beholder
No matter how you look
If you can’t see,
Your eyes will be of little help
It’s not about how you look,
It’s about how you see
Changing your eyes won’t make you see
It’s you who can see, not your eyes
If you can’t see this,
You’ll take for true
What your eyes see
“Not in that river, Billy”
Nobody could ever swim safely in there
Don’t even try, you’re not Superman
Same for the cliff you want to climb
Nobody has ever dared trying
You arrive and do it
Like effortlessly and so smoothly
What’s your secret?
The river taught me that secret
Be water, be the Flow
You’ll get unconditional support
From all the elements, and Angels alike
Newly exposed, new exhibitions
Big installations, drawings, poems, photos, sceneries
Mt poetry is fully naked expressed
And shown all over the world
The funny story they tell is
That I am even a celebrity on Mars
It’s me who started that funny myth joke
Aliens all come to my openings
Are collecting my installations
They love to have in their living room, just above their sofa
How does it look?, an Alien’s living room
It looks like one of my installations
David Bowie is an Angel
Whispering in Alien’s ears
What to do to celebrate
My poetry next Christmas
A host of Angels are surrounding me
They are so many I can’t see
The end of this Angels tide
So many they are around me, so tight
They are singing a wonderful song
Singing they are here to support me
Unconditionally
I just have to ask what I need
Or want, and they will give it to me
Sometimes so quickly
I am not able to see
What they are giving me
It’s a huge responsibility
No more excuses
Angels are doing
The most difficult for me
Making my life so much easier
I can only believe in my own inner power
To create and transform anything
Into whatever I want
No justification, no explanation needed
I can change my mind as many times
And as often as I want
Almost instantly, it is accomplished
What takes more time is
Me seeing it, even though
It’s just in front of
My nose
These giant skyscrapers
Are so impressive
I would never jump from their tops
Like everybody is doing nowadays
Just for the fun, is the tagline
I am too scared to have fun
But the night always come
So we can see the brightness
Of the stars and the planets
That are making such a wonderful
Milky way
Just for your Soul
When I dance or have really good fun
It’s with my two bare feet
In the mud, healing through my soles
And my skins
I travel, travel, travel again
This year is a big travel
Around the World
And beyond, way beyond
The bird always go back to the nest
They say, but I am not even sure
Only thing I know is
I come from another planet
I am here on Earth to discover
What is love and how
To get it back to my planet
I am on a very long mission
That Quest has only
Got started
I travel a big travel again
What language do you dance?
Do you see that guy with the blue jacket?
Yes, why?
Nevermind
What do you carry in your truck?
It’s a huge one you got these days
Can you shut the F… up?
For a minute
You only puke BS and craps
You don’t take the usual one
And you go around the blue tunnel
It’s longer but safer
Much safer
Mr Jordan, I hope
You’re not too tall
For our Space Suit
In your blue jeans
You’re walking
You do not hurt a fly
And yet we blame you
All the time, to be as
free and the tongue well hanged
Isn’t it, Btch?
What? Shocked, she falls into syncope
You walk in front of me
In the street baba
I don’t see you
All is lost
When I go to get you
Far far
Beyond the mountains
Beyond the big fields
Beyond what we don’t even know
As it is
So it is
Far far
You walk in front of me
You dance and you sing
You are beautiful as the most wonderful
Wild madness
The game is not over
It even looks like it
Just got started
The part, not fine at all
Who makes you run everywhere
Like a fool at full speed
What’s pressing you?
So much, you, who is going
In search of you don’t know what
Lost again
To better reinvent yourself always New
Once again