Tag Archives: Poem

The Wandering Merchant

A path that I walk
One only for each day
It must cross all others
Sync for a lifetime
Be there for everything
Breathing heavy air
For when I do run
I do it with my all
Only in that moment
Finding peace in mind
Like I´m existing again
Pain and exhaustion
Just on my own terms
A will carving mountains
Replacing them with roads
Makes more wonders than whips
For when I´m truly in pain
I likely cease to exist
Doing nothing that matters
Life is much like a bargain
Which rules to live under
Be your own merchant
For when its your terms
It will all make sense
The willpower of a god
To create new ways
Being human after all
Amongst others you are
A walker living the life

*Image by pictishscout deviantart

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Rain

A walk in the rain
Is not always in vain
It reminds you the world is cold and cruel
And it´s not only a walk in the park…
Giving you hope for better times ahead
Spoiling you on how good life usually can be
In a warm sofa watching boring commercials on tv
Wake up from the stupid alarm in a warm bed
That it´s literally natural to cry
Rain is beautiful and gives you rainbows
So if you cry really hard you might get rainbows and probably a hug…
Cheer up really
Sorrow rains so happiness can grow and bestow!


Invictus

Angels white from what despite
Devils red from what they fed
Heaven blue unlike the true
Stars shiny yet so tiny

Hatred grows within bestows
Anger greeds for sickly deeds
Love reeks the heart it seeks
Fun believes it all achieves

Later think let it sink
Have it all or sadly fall
Become above pure as love
Later should believe it could.


Endeavour

Shame me knowledge
Time wins aloft
Sweet sour wet
Stale row affinity
Faint cold disaster
Dread folded pain
Look scold rain
Sins favor wasted
Hold clever vision
High skies blue
Seek tame faith
Old grimes flower
Find most hatred
Prone sleek temper
Close past death
Heaven shy away


“It”

Every day is eternal and my heart beats infernal
Guide me thy the blue skies are shy
Tell me how happiness may grow and so shall it flow for as long as you help me row
Life bestows a slowly sinking boat
Might wanna quickly row for that oath
Care of the most important thing
Not only giving that forsaken ring

Day goes nights passes
Time plows life marches


The Custody of a Werewolf part 2

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Link to part 1

One leap followed by another
A most glorious beast in the night
The silver gray hair became soaking wet
As rain whipped down with a biting force

Taunted by a distant smell of flesh
Grew a desperate murderous hunger
The inevitable instincts imprisoned me
Claws dug deeper in the mud for every step
                                                    
With a taste of fear in the air
Dirt was sent blistering around in a quick stop             
The nose was triggered by scents nearby
Ears framed the direction and the hunt quickly escalated

Shortly on… a horse had its spine squeezed out in a most hollow squeak
A terrible bite punctured the throat and stole it’s breath
Forced through bones and ripped out the yet beating heart
Blood kept pumping out within the crushing jaws

The red oozed out freshly on the ground
A lightning swallowed everything
with a sudden glow
Rain cleaned and exposed the white collarbones like a smile in the dark
And a joyful howl faded in the valley…


Le dig nu och här

Jobba dagar långa
Tiden tar till språnga
Avig kropp och själ
Smärta vill ej väl
Ack som sömnens natt
Bristens svala skatt
Plikten åter kallar
Näst intill du pallar
Som pengarna vill flöda
Välkomnas man de döda
Hämna dig ett liv
Ta rätta vägens kliv
Vad för än du är
Håll dig klart och kär
Må din tid o lust
Hatet till förlust
Tinga ej besvär
Le dig nu o här


Julerim

god-jul-och-gott-nytt-ar

Finn värmen i kylan med en riktigt god jul
Var anspråkliga även i det värsta fördärv
Var försiktiga med ljus, sätt ej fyr på ert skjul
Lek ej med raketer, det är dumt o va djärv
Ha som sådan ett mycket gott nytt år
Vi finnes åter i härom med nya tag
Efter kylan vi längtar bortom en mild vår
Känn klockans sköna klang och slag
Fyll hjärtan och minnen av årets behag
Framöver är det inget annat vi behöver
Lev och njut utan att brådska
För julen varar ända till påska


Alarm

I-Hate-My-Alarm-Clock

I wake up from sleep
For a sudden annoying beep

There aint enough room for being tired
No optimism to untie a blanket warmly wired

Had it been one to share it with
Would I ever get up or just that alarm hit

However I embrace the moment
It’s like a time of decisional torment

Choose the future of a living
As the best of both to be giving

It’s the time of doing whatever that matters
You can’t have one another thing that shatters

Yeah, it’s time to wake up for real
No matter how awkwardly tired you feel

It’s nothing but a good idea to set alarm
Our clock ticks with its own charm


Terrace of Clouds

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I sat me down a chair
Dreamed away the sun
Found my inner peace
Claimed a distant dream
One about the heavens
I was in one of sevens
I spread the heat in air
The wind in peoples hair
Smell of thousand flowers
The water in all showers
Forgiving taste of food
The marble which you stood
I was the many colors
The nearly endless corridors
I were everything except of her
A dream reality couldn’t transfer
The clucking high heels
Stirring eyes she steals
Sun covered in a cloud
Woke up in its sudden shroud
Shroud of a nice blond girl
Who’s hair swung in a whirl
I gave her my salute
Answered by a smile so cute…