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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 :-)

søndag, august 14, 2005

Samtalen der blev væk


God sex er godt, men den gode samtale er bedre – synes jeg.

Så en god samtale naturligt efterfulgt af god sex, der så er endnu bedre,… Hmm…

Nogen gange kan man få alt – nogen gange kan man ikke. Og alting har sin pris. Lige nu er det samtalen jeg savner…

Hvad kan jeg sige…

Tåredryppende dagdrømme ruller langsomt ud fra livets banegård, og jeg står lidt ensom tilbage i tosomheden, der fylder min virkelighed med solskin, nærhed og varme, mens jeg drømmer om fjerne horisonter og samtaler ladet med lyn og torden…

mandag, juni 27, 2005

My Wheel of Memorable Moments


Vi behandler ofte tiden efter lineære principper, alt imens vi i virkeligheden godt ved, at tiden er rund.

Så når vi siger, ”at vi husker noget, som var det i går”, så er det muligvis betinget af, at hukommelsen kan siges at være et tidsrelateret fænomen, og som sådan cirkulær i sin natur.

Og på denne måde kan man nemt opleve, hvordan man folder sin hukommelse om sig selv, så den danner en ring, alt imens man selv er placeret i midten og alle ens mindeværdige øjeblikke ligger som eger i et hjul, der på ligeværdig vis giver spændstighed og styrke i livet – uanset øjeblikkets forbindelse.

Så i mit Wheel of Memorable Moments er oprigtighed og venskaber evigt eksisterende og tilgængelige, også når det er en anden del af hjulet, der har umiddelbar kontakt med nuet.

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