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tirsdag, juni 10, 2014

Home of the No Nonsense People

I've moved in to a new house.
The Home of the No Nonsense People.
Got a room all to my self.
Though, I'm not done decorating yet ;-)

It's one of the magic houses - bigger on the inside, than on the outside.
So I truly do hope, you will come and join us.

mandag, juni 02, 2014

I'm Back!

Havde næsten givet op.
Den oprindelige email til login på denne side var videregivet, og hvem havde glemt sin kode? Nemlig!
Så efter en del år er domænet nu tilbage på mine hænder, sådan at jeg kunne modtage den mail, som google så venligt gerne ville sende mig, så jeg kunne komme ind på mine gamle blogs igen.
Kunne selvfølgelig bare starte en ny og fortsætte der, og det har jeg da også forsøgt, men det var ligesom ikke helt det samme.
Nogle gange er det okay at lade de gamle broer stå. Selvom nogle af dem er mere fantastiske end holdbare, så viser de en udvikling, som jeg ikke har haft lyst til at lægge helt bag mig.
Måske det bare drejer sig om muligheden for at stå ved sin egen historie, uden at udlevere andre end sig selv selvfølgelig.
For selv om det siges, at alle hemmeligheder en dag vil komme for dagens lys, så bliver det ikke mig, der tænder for solen ;-)
Så, kære usynlige ven, jeg er glad for igen at kunne dele mine tanker med dig.

torsdag, december 14, 2006

Transformations

Comes early morning with sleepy sheepish happiness

Comes morning with fears, anger and hopelessness

Comes midday with stressed apathetic numbness

Comes afternoon with naive joy, hopes and kisses

Comes evening with dreams scattered in silence

Comes night with ritualistic cosiness, love or loneliness

Comes almost always morning

torsdag, marts 30, 2006

Frozen Lonely - Separately Preserved

Frozen Lonely

Separately Preserved

I the midst of my own fertility

Creation in motion

I feel the hardness of the frozen ground

Come between us

Snowflakes falling from my eyes

Like heartbeats of stone

Ice flowers of lost conversations

Falling to the ground

Melting on my pillow

Separately absorbed




I miss your tender touch

Holding hands

Your tension and attention

Just isn’t enough

I miss the way you cup

Our lives

Your hand around my breast

Separated by sheets

I miss your hunger

Stuffed with conformity




I miss to feel you

Playing with the remote control

Curiously exploring the borders

Ignoring the live signals

Of my body and my mind

Travelling alone through space

On a rainy summer day

Preserved to be received

Spiced with thunder and lightning

On the other side of the bed


lørdag, januar 14, 2006

Memories of the Moment


Memories of love lost

in a smile lasting

only for a moment

forever magic.

mandag, september 26, 2005

aMUSEd


I guess every poet needs a muse; this ethereal source of inspiration, this symbol of beauty, love and eternity that brings mental and emotional unity, and inspires you to feel hope and find meaning in an otherwise complex and somewhat chaotic life, seemingly randomly composed by excitement, boredom, joy and despair.

Sometimes the source of inspiration is within physical reach, sometimes it is a shadow far away – always it is close to your heart…

torsdag, august 18, 2005

The Art of Pain


Does a caterpillar feel pain when it transforms into a butterfly?

A part of my skin has transformed into a butterfly. 30 hours it has taken up until now, five hours more to go, and I assure you, I have felt pain.

Never shed a tear though. Pain does not make me cry – feelings do.

So I am sure, I will also tearlessly endure the last transformation session of pain, since my butterfly, contrarily to me, is not all that emotional – yet :-)

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