answered

March 13, 2016 at 6:29 pm (poem)

in confinement
questions came
liberation
they survived

will the captors go
yes
they’re gone

will another path emerge
yes, two
to stay as one

will the blaze
leave more than ashes
yes
thirst

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friday

September 5, 2015 at 1:24 pm (Uncategorized)

yeah so what has changed my man
well check what I’ve become
yet move back, look up, take it in
is really all that new?

still in black, still hide your face
still wandering; still wondering
if their looks excite or are unwanted
still the same grey sea

but the city has shrunk somehow
concrete waves no longer break my back
it may be me that has grown
but is it really

ride down the stairs look sideways sharp
see the hood winking back
face fuller, eyes darker, hair longer
with a ring tougher than steel

much has changed then
today was all alone on the streets
but now there’s something
a home with more than just reflections

so yeah not all has changed my man
but enough to make myself grow further
make the sky unfreeze and break
any walls that might still hold
me back from keeping happiness

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Do you still..

December 26, 2014 at 1:10 am (poem) ()

smog can’t leave and chokes the streets
it sure is November
when I drove through the cold
I couldn’t help but remember

You said it just happens
been like it for years
But more years have since past
Do you still cry at christmas?

Have the ghosts all been silent
The pain gone away
The emotions less violent
All calmer today

You said it means nothing
They’re just random tears
So I never did ask you
Why you cried at christmas

Time sure keeps grinding
Maybe that was your luck
a small silver lining
in now growing up

Collateral damage
But I hope you did manage
To evade losing passion
Adult empty shell
For we all lose some sparks
From the youth we so hated
Grow blunted or jaded
Are grownups the real us
Or youth the true self
Much more intense

Just aimless thinking
The question remains
I just simply call you
Do some catching up

You said it is alright
The demons in check
With everything around just right
You now smile at christmas

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tumblr

April 5, 2014 at 10:35 am (Uncategorized)

So I made a pointless tumblr a while ago because it appears to be the thing at the moment. Why is a bit beyond me because when you compare it to WP the only things that stand out are the features tumblr does not have. Oh well.

 

Special mention goes to the three people who decided to follow this blog. If none of you are spambots, then thank you. Hasn’t happen in a goodish long while. Now I actually have to post something of substance soon. Good thing.

 

Take care.

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retro

April 4, 2014 at 10:03 pm (poem)

today a radio played an old song
send me against the wall
trapped me in nostalgia
so much welling up inside
feelings of romance and fright
memries good and bad but right
from the well they vanish to inside.

the past is just this hole which keeps on
growing all the time and then collapses
in upon itself and births
another you

the you today, the me I am
has lost connection to the things that were
but when this music trigged
memory cascade
it feels so close again

it’s not quite like regret or sadness
or romantic longing for dreams and hopes
ambitions, goals and gains that never were
and never came
like a sweetness that once was entangled
in another universe with spider webs
of jarring “well what if”‘s
which in the end is meaningless cos
the only actual happiness lies in the present
and those to come

so all this queer confusion
is the sign of a life that went on
is going on
and will turn out alright
with wounds and smiles intil the end
myriads of more what ifs
we’ll never comprehend
and that’s just fine

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the puzzle

July 21, 2013 at 10:03 am (Uncategorized) ()

in the uneasiness of speech
lies hidden what brought them here
decades of smouldering embers
now turned into a apinful blaze

in the darting eyes lies hidden
what they refuse to confront
what froze their spines or bit their neck
silence not words 
evasion of answers
deception 
they show just this shell
not the ghosts they brought
who am I to argue
who am I to help

(26th Feb. 2013)

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Anker

July 21, 2013 at 10:02 am (Uncategorized) ()

haze of dreams diffuses
the mind drags itself through mud
or is it a sea
both so dark
stuck or sinking
grasping for the warming rock
vague soothing quick a smile
it’s you for me to hold onto
when sleep sends its terrors
until they are gone
and only me and you remain

 

(9. Sept. 2012)

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August 7, 2012 at 11:22 am (Uncategorized)

Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

-Sentenced

 

In memory of Synøva, an extraordinary woman and tireless fighter for equal rights.

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Schlaflos

April 9, 2012 at 9:54 pm (poem)

Rote Zahlen an der Decke

Wechseln im Minutentakt

Mit dem Atmen des Kühlschranks

Tote Geräusche, lebendes Zimmer

Ein Atemzug nach dem Anderen

Herzschlag im Bauch

Dumpfe Basstöne, Stimmen der Nachbarn

Zeichen von Menschen; in dieser Kapsel

Trotzdem alleine, Sand in der Kehle

Schwer drückende Schultern

Trotz rastloser Beine

Von links bis nach rechts drehen

Gibt nur falsche Lagen

Gegen elektrische Stimmen

Gedankengemurmel

Angst die es nicht gibt

Zwang der hier nicht liegt

Druck der auch noch zieht

Leere die auch füllt

Rote Zahlen an der Decke

Die Sonne geht auf

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nighttime observations through the eyes of a plushie

January 19, 2012 at 1:24 pm (poem)

under pale fake light he balances a glass
it holds some warmth within to give
itself up with every sip
pushing sneaky sleep

one hand pressed effortless
a book onto the table
pages scream their secrets out
imaginary wars distract

a finger bends the string with ease
raises the note in pitch
to drop it back where it belongs
into the melodic stream

from their shelves they look in silence
leopard, cat and mouse
observing all the things he does
while he’s still awake

within his heart he keeps a girl with love
we see her now and then
and with conviction say indeed, we know this girl is you
and when we’d ask him, is it true
he’d say with you, in love, is me

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