c a r m e n h e e m e l s

Images poetry

under construction


Niets is wat het lijkt.
Of alles is wat het blijkt?




The irony of being two....!
Eyes, wide open suddenly
Regard me and inquire; I see a face
Grave and unquiet in tenderness.
Heart-rending quistion - never answered:
' Tell me, tell me, what you thinking of? '
Oh, the pain and foolishness of love!
What can I do but make my grimace,
Ending it with a kiss, as I always do?






Gaat goed vooruit
Eet veel
Schattebout
Niet al te vlug groot
" Kom terug "
Zeg Mies zeem jij de ruit
Voor moe
" Kom terug "

Als iemand zou zeggen
Als iemand zou horen
Als niemand zou zeggen
Als niemand zou horen

Ooit
Nooit

" Ja "






Aphrodite

Lusty properties
an experiment
Irresistible
body odors
flavors to more
Delightful aphrodisiacs
A shiver

And also the shape
And of course
the mouth experience
taste for more

Not afraid of the surprise
An adventure

His passion successful






Outside the frame.

Want to make
a new
mistake..

Ademloos
luisterend
naar Hemel
en Aarde.

Harpsnaren gonzen,
fluiten nemen behoedzaam
de melodie
over.

Het hemelse koor,
die simpele
pure
wijs,
draagt in klinkende regenbogen
het verrukte
"Eia eia gloria".

De boosheid kruipt sidderend
terug in haar krocht.

De wereld slaat
voor één ademtocht
de ogen op
in de
zuiverheid van de
zevende dag.

"Eia eia gloria".

Het licht,
zo zoet en troostend,
verdraagt van louter verrukking
geen
begrenzing
meer.

Alle sferen stromen vol.








Where is your God, where is your God, where is your God?






Lips pursed in absolute agreement

There is
the look of
maybe
and the languorous
droop.
Eyes half closed
Head lolling back
There is
fixed grin
especially long
The listener of
cold rage
Nothing special
on any
given night.
You know it.
Lips pursed
in
absolute
agreement.





Hush, little baby, hush. Don't say a word...

series 2 / 10
mixed media
theme Syria.





I must flee
Want to stay
I must stay
Want to flee







You want me
to touch your
heart
at the fatale spot
To pray for
repentance
To whisper
"don't say that"

You've sucked
the dearest
out of my throat

You have the time
the state of extacy
the ultimate
possible extended





Your creation..
This man
in the same room
Staring
at the empire
from
country to country
At the program
of
the
crumbling
restless
game

For a while
Mr
God







Daydream.

A drug
in an unknown world
With all senses
temporary
apart from the
everyday.
The discharge
in a dream
every night.
Love
in
a
different domain.
The visual feast
of
new connections
Of intoxication.

Everything
is
real.







Poetry

I
never liked you
I licked your face
I
...run away
and
smell you
You
have no reason to lie
Drove me mad
You
took all my strength
Now I am free
You already
are
poetry.