onsdag 30 juni 2010
74
Lost inside the carousel.
Dizzy and desperate
to get off this
instrument of my destruction.
Mirrors reflecting
what I do not want to see.
Showing me sides of myself
I had forgotten.
Carousel spinning out of control.
Loosing grip from the ground.
The monster in me that was caged
longs for the unevitable crash.
The means to an end.
tisdag 29 juni 2010
73
Warm asphalt streets burns my feet.
Little miniature pebbles stick to my skin.
The sun reflects from every surface
making my skin produce little beads of sweat.
No wind today.
Just sun.
And Icecream.
Little miniature pebbles stick to my skin.
The sun reflects from every surface
making my skin produce little beads of sweat.
No wind today.
Just sun.
And Icecream.
torsdag 24 juni 2010
72
The streets are covered
with the remnants of our ancestors.
Broken and shattered things,
ancient and mysterious,
that our minds can not grip.
What is it they left us?
The dawning world after the rise from the nethers.
We saw it filled with new inhabitants.
Wild ones,
roaming the ruins that they claim for their own.
Streets now covered with the blood
of us and them.
Inevitable fighting of territory.
Their old world
were ours first.
And we will make it a new home.
with the remnants of our ancestors.
Broken and shattered things,
ancient and mysterious,
that our minds can not grip.
What is it they left us?
The dawning world after the rise from the nethers.
We saw it filled with new inhabitants.
Wild ones,
roaming the ruins that they claim for their own.
Streets now covered with the blood
of us and them.
Inevitable fighting of territory.
Their old world
were ours first.
And we will make it a new home.
fredag 18 juni 2010
71
From where the clouds reside
the world,
fields, rivers and cities
great and small alike,
pass by so fast.
The speed of wind.
The air pressed back by mighty wings.
From up where winds caress each other
the horizon is curved
and the earth is seen from a distance
like a map you never have use of.
the world,
fields, rivers and cities
great and small alike,
pass by so fast.
The speed of wind.
The air pressed back by mighty wings.
From up where winds caress each other
the horizon is curved
and the earth is seen from a distance
like a map you never have use of.
torsdag 17 juni 2010
70
Loud shouting from the docks
I can hear more than that from my window.
The creaking of ropes
and the complaining straining wood.
Seagulls screaming out their anger
above the waves
that are crushed against the breakers.
Flags and sails snapping at the wind.
Barrels are rolled up and down the boards
coming from or going to distand lands
that I hear smells of spice and smoke.
All that I hear.
Nothing I see
I shall never see the sea.
I can hear more than that from my window.
The creaking of ropes
and the complaining straining wood.
Seagulls screaming out their anger
above the waves
that are crushed against the breakers.
Flags and sails snapping at the wind.
Barrels are rolled up and down the boards
coming from or going to distand lands
that I hear smells of spice and smoke.
All that I hear.
Nothing I see
I shall never see the sea.
tisdag 15 juni 2010
69
torsdag 10 juni 2010
68
Carefully applying the red.
One dot at the time.
The brush being used
is the smallest you could find.
A point no larger than a needles tip.
One dot after the other
creating a pattern
not to be seen.
One red dot after another
on a canvas not to be explained.
The focus of the muse is vibrant
the slightes tremble causes a flood of sweat
dripping from the forehead
through the eyebrows.
While the artist paints
one red dot after the other.
Not knowing what awaits his eyes.
One dot at the time.
The brush being used
is the smallest you could find.
A point no larger than a needles tip.
One dot after the other
creating a pattern
not to be seen.
One red dot after another
on a canvas not to be explained.
The focus of the muse is vibrant
the slightes tremble causes a flood of sweat
dripping from the forehead
through the eyebrows.
While the artist paints
one red dot after the other.
Not knowing what awaits his eyes.
67
Slowly the hand approaches,
fingers relentlesly aiming for the button.
So bright and red
the button is.
The hand has reached its goal.
The button.
The owner of the hand knows what it must do.
The hand acting as the extention
of the owners mind,
presses with the indexfinger
with just the right amount of pressure needed.
And the button is pressed.
It has fulfilled its purpose.
And everything ends.
fingers relentlesly aiming for the button.
So bright and red
the button is.
The hand has reached its goal.
The button.
The owner of the hand knows what it must do.
The hand acting as the extention
of the owners mind,
presses with the indexfinger
with just the right amount of pressure needed.
And the button is pressed.
It has fulfilled its purpose.
And everything ends.
66
There are silver specks of sand
in the corner of your eyes.
There are golden drops of saliva
glistening on your lower lip.
Diamonds reflect with perfection
in the iris of your eye.
Your face painted with the most soothing
nuances of red and blue
and purple and pink.
Your nails carefully made shiny like
they were covered in mother of pearl
You want to look precious
costly and high maintenance.
You look cheap.
in the corner of your eyes.
There are golden drops of saliva
glistening on your lower lip.
Diamonds reflect with perfection
in the iris of your eye.
Your face painted with the most soothing
nuances of red and blue
and purple and pink.
Your nails carefully made shiny like
they were covered in mother of pearl
You want to look precious
costly and high maintenance.
You look cheap.
måndag 7 juni 2010
65
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I see it in my eyes
as I look at myself
in a mirror.
It is clear.
I am ready.
Even thoug there is so many things
that speaks against it.
My heart says "Go"
There is a warm sensation
when I throw caution aside
and accept
that I already made up my heart
and my mind just have to tag along.
as I look at myself
in a mirror.
It is clear.
I am ready.
Even thoug there is so many things
that speaks against it.
My heart says "Go"
There is a warm sensation
when I throw caution aside
and accept
that I already made up my heart
and my mind just have to tag along.
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