A Butcher or an Earl
We all possess “a Pearl”
Our Pearl consists our knowledge
More than we learned in college

We can find in our Blueprint
Within our unique fingerprint
We carry it every day
In our own DNA

Our Identity we can not “disclose”
When our oyster is still closed
We show a lot of anxiety
To survive in our society

It is time to trace
Our  “true face”
“To moisture
The Pearl in our oyster”

In me exists

In me exists
A realist or an activist
Feelings I can not resist

It is also credible
To feel vulnerable
Or uncomfortable

And partly
Whole heartedly
I can throw a party

An optimist
And a pessimist:
Inside me ALL these “parts” consist


My feet touch the ground
Without making a sound
I enjoy the tease
Of a soft breeze

I always grin
Feeling the sun on my skin
The sea gives me a sensation
Of a total liberation

To open your eyes is the key
To receive all these “gifts for free”


Heaviness in your head
Coming out of bed
Sweat running down your spine
From feelings you undermine

The burden on your shoulder
Becomes heavy when you’re older
The hole in your heart
Your Soul does not play its part

No breath in your lung
When on fear you did clung
The brick on your stomach
Not dare to go public

It eats at your liver
Emotions don’t stream like a river
It bites your gall bladder
Like the poison of a puff adder

Your intestines are stressed
Feelings are suppressed
Secrets big or small
Problems stall

Nightmares keep you awake
Decisions you need to make
Release your heavy Heart from the pressure
To become free and find your real treasure!

In every Heart, lives a child

In every Heart, lives a child
Mild or wild
It is like a dove
Looking for your love

It can feel confused
Sometimes amused
Or feeling rejected
And neglected

But most of all
There is a call
For a Heart connection
Seeking your protection

To feel warm “arms”
To calm
All the emotion(s)
In motion


When parents divorce
Children believe to be the cause
Always divided
Trying to hide It

They often feel bad
They love mom and dad
They want to stay loyal
While their emotions boil

I hope that adults realize
And try to act wise
Because It is apparent
To be a problem of the parents

Children young or a teen
They always feel “in between”