Category: Poems


One day, one moment, the next we’re gone

Death I believe is a part of life

The giving of lifes substance to the next

Watch out what you leave behind

Not everything is worth of being put in text

Every second, every day you get is timed

 

One year, one life, after which you dissapear

Is it in fear of what we can do, we live backset?

Is it in fear of death we get upset?

From this moment to the next –

 

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Life

Life,
It has it’s ups and downs
It’s whys and frowns
It’s living is not evident
It’s upon which you depend
During moments strait or bend
Reach one another a hand
It’s given not lend
Life, it’ll evolve
What to do with it is the biggest question you’ll ever solve

I want to tell you

I want to tell you
I love you

I want to tell you
How I see you
How I feel you
How I smell you

I want to tell you –

I want to tell you
How lovely your voice is

But I can’t …
I want to hear you, but I shan’t.

Recollections of a deaf kid’s fist love

Dost thou provoke
The inevitable yoke
Of sickness and death
Upon your death bed

Be sure to remember
Not only cold December
But summer and spring
Where thou wereth mighty as a king

Where thou would sing of love
And there was no mention of life tough
Where the reason to live had no second thought
To play and love was all that thou sought

But as seasons passed
It seamed nothing did last
Neither the daffodil
Nor the will to live

Betrayal

Betrayal,
A primordial feeling towards a friend
Who has lost that call name
Who became a fiend
A true source of shame

Once one feels betrayed
No more will he be the same
He will go away while he rather’d stayed
But as a friendship becomes lame

It won’t run away,
Won’t stay,
It will hide into the darkness of decay

My big brother

A brother on the boat towards the islands I learned to love,
but above all a brother whom I learned of.

I still remember this day as if tomorrow,
it was written in the stars he would find a knife I could not borrow.
We built a boat –
and a squid was seen squirting oil, blackening the sky, blackening the soil.
Again to be found upon the road, –
his ever teaching friend,
My brother searching his destiny around every corner, every bend.

He sailed away upon the eastern wind,
Searching his direction by a needle,
The compass giving him a hint.
Going his own way, –
out there in the world
there was too much to be learnt
to stay.

As two families come together every year
bear in mind that every now and than two people met and didn’t fret about the points in the card game manielen.

Two young people dealing with love,
I don’t know when they looked in each others eyes and knew.

But as dew drops are to be expected in the morning, it was more than conforming to see a ring
bond two people together in front of the almighty king.

A big brother grown hard and tough, but above all a brother whom I love and learned of.

He whispered to her
In her dream
Under the fur
Warmer it did seam

War was raging outside
No true save place
Only one to hide
For us this is the case

People all united
From Warsaw and further
Could strangle the uninvited
But murder still is murder

Industrialisation,
The privation of religion,
Piggin superstition

As church makes place for factory.
As peace became fury.
Society in a hurry.

Skylines stumble and fall.
Even this once proud hall.
As “Revolution!” is their call –

Along the earths surface
I walk, disappear
Only to resurface
Far or near

Thoughts of all kind
They might find there way
Pass through my mind
Not always there to stay

In tree, field and cave I sleep
Just passing the night
If alone with thoughts deep
It not always is a fight

As I scramble over rock
I pass my time scared
My motion is in lock
It’s as if I over my life cared

I am trying to find myself
And as I delf deeper and deeper
I search for a passion to keep her calm
My mind, the fashion in which I think
To rethink lives possibility

The deity or the factory worker.
And as compassion lurks me onward
I find myself further, less heard

To know myself is all I wish for
I possibly could be cured