A Darker Shade of Grey
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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.
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.
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
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
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…