søndag den 26. maj 2013

A poem


I think, loving you;
feels like melting apart slowly
whilst kissing ever so gently
a furious bush filled with thorns.
I often wonder;
are you really like morning
though you speak like afternoon?
question unanswered still,
words floating about like a leaf in the wind.

I’d like to empty myself completely
and put my words in your mouth
but I’m not sure
if I seek truth or lie in reality.
Before sunrise
I’ll sail the violent waves of your veins
racing for that heart of yours
that I grew ever so fondly of.

Your teeth are laughing at me
except sound is seldom.

tirsdag den 16. april 2013

To dwell on someone, you


I don’t need to dwell
but I spend hours dwelling
on the past
on the present
and I swirl like a leaf in a blizzard
till I fall.

Do you believe in love?
because the moment I loved
I fell flat
on my face
and I swear, it blew my brains out.

I guess it couldn’t co-exist with my heart
which lives to wander
near the ocean
beneath the street lights
liquor lost
love struck.

By the time I left the shore
my heart seemed to not be beating anymore
stop
such a peculiar sight.

What a lovely way to pass
in a blur
in a haze
in a silent scream
a death race.

Time to bleed gold
upon the blue I’ve created
in my soul
around the heart
that binds us.

Because I love you
the virus you are
the worlds you’ve claimed
and have in your hands
dimensions in spades.


Slit their throats
as they blindly believe
in everything
in you.

The Battle


Don’t decide
you don’t need eyes to see
open the doors to heaven
leave vengeance at foot.
Darkness is a must,
blackness is before birth
for a star to shine bright
hovering in the night sky.
Leave me be
but don’t forget
let me suffer behind the curtains
when the grass turns green
I’ll be free.
Don’t worry
wonder if you must
I only wander empty
no pain, just lust.
The longing
the desire I hold so dear
holds me lonesome
with a touch of fear.

A fear I despise
for I have wished to feel nothing
broken is a good way to start
how can I fix for better, if I was never apart?
Don’t look for me
when I walk the streets thin
I seek
moments of truth suspended in time
they honestly seem hard to find.

For what I see
the sights I gaze upon
and the color of the sky
might turn out to be a lie.

What shade of blue
does my eyes look like to you?

Pulse


I suppose there is a pulse
always was, always will be
vibrating notions
eating away beneath this skin.
When the sun peaks
time has come
to drink a cup of strength
and leap out into the sunset.

Behind a wooden frame
I met glossy eyes and cheap escapes
hiding behind empty faces
and this is where I run for dear life.
Yet, there is a wink of passion
written on paper
by a mind so distant
it never mattered.

And it the greenest of lights
something fed upon
voices, minds and visions
until it moved along on its bicycle.

Morning Glory


Waltzing around in morning light,
behind a truck coughing blood
while my thoughts flow
behind glass.
What if
the stars started falling from the sky
or gathered in the darkness
behind my eyelids.

Hopeless dreams
wicked thoughts
you call it a gift
I call it a curse.
It hits like pits of fire
in the middle of the night
like burning kisses
no peace, no rest.

Even in the morning
behind bloody wheels
I see nothing
consumed in thought.
And behind blue walls
where you will never enter
I scream without cracking my lips
ghostly winds
another soothing breeze
you’d think.

Mission Impossible


I want to feel lust;
near my heart
cold as the creeks in the winter
empty as the person I’ve come to be.
I need to hate;
to feel the remains of what have been taken
your remains
vividly floating behind my eyelids.

I have to fly;
to steal you from the skies
in which I don’t deserve to wander
yet  I’ll chase the stairway.
I’ve lost my power;
to the bricks tossed at my face
crushed my mouth
removed my ability to talk.

 I ask of you;
let me heal
remove the strings
which my reflection laughs at so sharply.
Take;
my heart, my hands, my burden
I’m passionately begging
burning.

Landscapes


Come find me
by the glistening green creek
listen as the water screams
focus as it speaks.
I’ll tell you how I’ve been blue for a while
walking upside down
no one knows my face now
‘cause my feet don’t drop by town.

This is where I lay
liquid skies & filthy mind
collecting an easy grin
reminiscing long gone times.
Wasted nights in the streets
drunken eyes rolling around
high as a kite
space bound.

Visit me upon my throne
by the water, near the trail
I’ll find my way back someday
until then I’ll sail,
I’ll sail away within
in golden frequent lights
walking the plank alone
jumping from horrifying heights.

I never claimed there was no destruction
in my soul
in my heart and mind
which I never sold,
to none
to no one
to no lover or friend
because losing them, I’d be gone.

Tunes all over
music with which I sink in
no storm can harm me here
where every dream I’ve ever had begins.
I’d let you I, I really would
but I only tell of this place to some
you’d have to see me close up
find and know what I’ve become.