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Continuation

I know that I must live on just
to praise how I remember you;
who else would do the same
or just remember you as I do?

I must live on, if I cease to be
no worthy praise you’d get,
so even if you won’t listen to me
I’ll have to continue the serenade,

continue, repeat and repeat myself
memorizing the features I’d forget
if only I could – long forgotten they’d be
if I paused to consider what’s best for me.

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Your Contour

Shimmering in the light that turns you black,
your contour dances in front of the door;
a throbbing pulse of movement reaches me, a sight
as unlike your appearance as the sun itself –
you’re vivified by light and in your shade,
granted enormous proportions now,
I stand incensed, appalled yet, at your life –
your contour’s dancing with the sun in front of me,
its darkness seems to come and go; to be yet not to be;
only your shadow falling on the floor seems real to me

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My Lady of Sorrows

So you are gone again – and merely for a second
brought back to me the time that’s left behind.
Why did you come to haunt me yet again;
why not elsewhere your footsteps wind?
I wish not to relive my past of pain,
but here you bring it back to me – you always do.
The saddest thing being your ignorance
of what you have for decades put me through.

And out of nowhere; there you are again!
You think yourself my friend and you embrace
this fragile piece of earthenware I am
with lightning-arms – now further scars I trace
when every place you’ve touched burst out in flames.
And yet I must keep up this worn-out sham;
this image of indifference to you –
this fake rendition that I am to you.

I want to tell you to stay off – but how?
I can’t without exposing everything.
Your touch is burned into my skin,
my blood is boiling, and I fear that now
at last my time has come – I cannot breathe.
And yet I must maintain my lie; still now!
I still show you nothing, tell you nothing.
But deep inside my heart is torn and seethe.

Keep off me – you are no longer my friend.
One can’t be friends with someone that you lie to.
Lady of Sorrows numberless through years;
that is the only title I award you.
Lady of Sorrows – go to where you came from,
that place beyond my reach where normally you hide –
you take your path and I’ll take mine, bearing inside
the secret of the pain you’ve made my home.

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Whereto Aim the Rays of Love

And whereto aim the rays of love
when the original aim is lost;

I love, and with the love I hoped
but hope is weak where there’s no trust.

Should I agree to let you go?
Should I believe you
when you say that you’ve found happiness
with someone else?
Don’t we both know that someone else
could never know you like I do?

I cannot change my aim at will;
it’s you, and it remains so still.

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New Beginnings – New Poetry

OK, everybody. As you may or may not know, I closed down my old and trusty poetry blog in late December. Not because I didn’t plan to continue writing, or because I wanted to stop publishing the things I had previously written, but because I wanted to change hosting provider – both in order to save money, and in order to be able to further develop the site.

So, here we are. This is the new site that I have just set up today! Don’t let the lack of content and style scare you away already; it is a good beginning. Now, I just need to transfer the content and develop the layout. And I am super motivated to do that, now that I finally can.

I am also really excited to know that I have a place to publish all the new poetry I have written since I last updated the old blog. Not that I couldn’t have published it there of course, but it was starting to look really dated, and searching the poems was impossible – also, the content became all the more muddled over time, as categorizing things as either poetry, translations or artwork was a near impossibility.

Finally, I am done with that – ready and able to start a new chapter!

So, what are the plans?

I can already start to share some thoughts on the future of the site as well. I am hoping to integrate a webshop in the near future. How near? I can’t say yet. It depends on how busy I’m going to be… But I am steadily working in that direction. When that is done, you will be able to purchase ebook versions of everything I have written – and I may also take a closer look at ‘Print on Demand’. I am also planning to expand the shop with some of my artwork – but I’ve got to start somewhere.

I hope you will come to like this new version of the site, and bear with me in the beginning until the setup is complete. Locate a comment form and give me a heads-up if you have ideas you’d personally like to see implemented – and otherwise, be patient for now and until I have it all sorted out.

Thank you for dropping in – and see you, hopefully, later. 🙂

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Portraying Slovakia

I had a hunch in advance that Slovakia was bound to be a beautiful country – but I had no idea before I stood there. I spent a good week in and around the Slovakian part of the Tatra mountains, and I can only say that I wish the trip had been longer.

I took a good deal of photos while there, of which you can see a handful here…

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New Poem: “Her”

I saw her in a vision –
an image of perfection –
I know her to be real
yet unreal there.
She didn’t deign to look
and I am not surprised –
as always she despairs
in her own sphere.

She could have gone with me –
I could have let her be –
anything could happen
in the night that can’t distinguish –

but I am left here now –
love has burst out from me –
it ran out like a river –
it flushed all goodness out
in all its passion.
All it left was dregs;
the heavy, dark remains
that I am left to tend
here all alone.

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New Poem: “Vitriol”

Is there something left to say?
Is there some good in store for humanity?
I wonder, as I always did;
I worry, as I should!

The world is always changing.
And so are we as well.
But I was always told that things
would turn out for the better?
Now, I need to see it happen
in order order to believe in anything at all!

I absolutely hate this vitriol –
I hate this cruel division.
Aren’t we all people?
Aren’t we all human?

Can we not stand together?
Can we not agree?
We share the world
with one another –
is that so hard to see?

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New Poem: “The Weight of Love”

I am heavier than other people
as if someone tied weights around my ankles –
I think heavy thoughts that I cannot lighten.

I live my life as if I am constantly
being driven into a lake
and dragged down by my own weight.

She was sitting on my desk – smiling shyly and looking down at her feet – dressed in nothing but a veil –
But that was a dream.

I was walking through a field of ripe corn cobs – I picked a few and roasted them with butter over a bonfire –
But that was a dream.

She came walking through the field – she smiled at me – her hair and skin were a lovely warm bronze like the earth –
But that was a dream.

Her hand slipped from mine as she danced out onto the ice as graceful as a figure skater – but without the skates –
But that was a dream.

A lightning struck close by – and she disappeared – and I looked for traces of her everywhere and never found a thing –
Not a dream – just a metaphor.

I would rather dream again.

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New Poem: “All Outside of Me and I Outside of All”

Watching tableaus change before my eyes –
people moving, scenarios altered,
everything now happens in a sort of vacuum –
all outside of me and I outside of all.

All outside of me and I outside of all
I float in the stillwater of myself
observing storms that rage around me –
have done so for years beyond recall.

And I am young by human standards
but my heart feels old.
I observe the heat of others
and it leaves me cold.

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New Poem: “The Wait”

I waited for the snowfall
but finally when it came
the snowflakes melted in the air
before they reached the ground
and all remained the same.

I waited for the sunshine
but when I finally caught a beam
it had no strength against the chill
so seeing how it came and went
might just as well have been a dream.

I look ahead, now void of hope
and wonder: What might stay
if anything at all.
Why bother grasping anything:
It comes and goes away.

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New Poem: “Where Are My Sunsets?”

Where are my sunrises?
Where are my sunsets?
Where are my days?
An endless night
has taken their place.

Where are all my colours?
Where is all the music?
Colourless it fades.
A blurry image of a world
now passes by – abates.

Where are my sunsets?
There’s no sun to make them.
A distant globe in the sky
whose cold light retreats
is all that shines up high.

Where did you go?
Why did you go?
What of my sunsets?
How will I ever know?

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New Poem: “You See What’s In Me Hidden”

You see what’s in me hidden,
you know what I will say.
You know I’m with you smitten,
and yet you stay away.

I do not need your arguments
and reason has no power;
if you don’t share my sentiments
tell me! this very hour.

But nothing – nothing’s spoken
and such it must remain –
my feelings are unbroken;
in silence they remain.

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New Poem: “The Truest Love Poem I Shall Ever Write”

I’ve loved you since my childhood.
I’ll love you till I die.
Your immaterial material being
has made me laugh and cry.

I know each nook and corner,
I’ve walked each street and path.
And though I’ve left in person
I left behind one half.

I catch you in my thoughts
quite often unawares,
no matter where I am
I’m caught up in your snares.

I miss your tree-lined streets,
I miss your chimney smoke,
I miss the fog horns to whose sound
I oftentimes awoke.

I miss your tough, hard people
with their surprising warmth;
unsurpassed hospitality
made me forget all want.

I miss you; yes, I miss you
wherever else I go;
You have me, I am yours
no matter where I go.

For I cannot forget you!
there’s no home left for me –
I couldn’t stay with you
and no place else appeals to me.

I’m lonely all the time now
though not for want of folks –
for want of you, my hometown,
and your sweet, soothing voice:

The voice of sea gulls screaming,
of factories and fog horns –
the rhythm of my heartbeat;
the voice that calls me home.

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New Poem: “An Ode to Decay – the Life of Fungi”

Arising from the ground, outspreading careless waxy limbs
that’s merely periscopes that on its hidden body climbs,
unfolding innovative shapes that plants may envy but never copy,
unrolling laces or upbearing knots or plates, swift, carelessly,
with white eyes eying us out of its reddish head
from tree roots (where it feeds on those already dead),
unworldly and unwieldly, standing on its own
and though so carefully with all of nature interwoven;
fungi, you resourceful old recycler and renewer
you scare me, not because of fear of poison (though that too
might be sufficient reason to fear most of you)
but more than anything because I know some day
I’ll have to meet you in a most intimate way –
in death you’ll find me since you live by feeding on decay

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New Poem: “Hellfire”

You fired me with love, set me ablaze
In a slow-burning, everlasting craze

And then you fled, forgetting in your speed
to give me remedies against the heat

And I burned up, yet kept on burning
overcome with such deep yearning

for your eyes, your smile, your… all!
How could I so deeply fall?

Now consumed with fire, I can tell:
This love is the only existing Hell!

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New Poem: “A Pocket Full of Empty Space”

somewhere between brevity and perpetuality
there is an empty space
where our shared memories rest together –
never lost and never severed –
somewhere between change and constancy,
a state beyond expression
and beyond the limits of thinking,
there is a pocket full of knowledge –
and between present and past
somewhere in-between all the known and un-known
there is a place
where we know each other still, and always have

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New Poem: “Its’ Own Making”

There seems to be
in society
strict expectations to a poet’s production

I’ve often been told
that my poems
are useless to reform society

Why should I write
to reform society?

There’s tons of other people who
wants to do –
so why me too?

Why can’t you just let poetry
be poetry,
untarnished by political intrigues
and hollow statements

I have no wish to reform society
through such statements
aimed at a few people
with even fewer thoughts

I will much rather reform
each heart that has been hurt,
each eye that has seen horror
and turn tears of agony
to tears of joy

by removing layer by layer
the shadowy veil over people’s eyes

The veil that has been placed
partly by politics

And allowing them to reform themselves
at their own pace, in their own Way –
without signing them

each reader a poem

unsigned

So that, when afterwards the ballots
have been forgotten
on a beautiful summer’s day
where happy, healthy people
have retired to the beach –
splashing in the water,
building castles in the sand,
laughing

all real –

the politicians will look at one another
and out through the toned glass sheets,
and none of them will understand
that it wasn’t
entirely
of its own making

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New Poem: “On the Road Between Copenhagen and Oslo”

Large blocks of rough-hewn rock
adorned with conifers and firs
which in the cooling breeze stirs;
one after the other, each solid block
in many tones of grey and pale brown shines
in tribute each to their adorning pines

Sunshine has struck
for short a while, then the cloudcover again
dims the bright light, and warns of coming rain

We’re midway to our destination
that’s Olso, from Copenhagen,
and driving somewhere midthrough Sweden
where we pass along
endless roads through forests of pine-trees
where trees and rocks and trees is all the eye sees

All sense of distance,
time and place seems to have left me,
I can no longer single out a singular tree
and as the clouds exchange
now with us plain the blessings of the rain,
I gently drift into a dreamless sleep again

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New Poem: “Prayer For a Dreamless Sleep”

Many months have I been haunted
in my sleep
by names and faces, unknown places
and I weep
upon waking from each nightmare, aching
with desire
to sink into a sleep, a dreamless void so deep
that even the night-time stars expire

I go to bed to shut my head
down for a while,
to rest my body and my mind together,
but visions wild
tear at my sanity, and when I wake painstakingly
I feel more tired
than I did the night before, before I went to bed;
if someone hears this prayer, a dreamless night’s my sole desire

Just one night freed from the fight
in my own head,
to sink into a thoughtless void
as deep and dark as dead
and wake refreshed next morning, feeling blessed
from restful sleep;
it’s all that’s left for me to long for –
a dreamless sleep (an off-switch), just a deep, sound sleep

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New Poem: “Dreamy Milky Nothingness”

my dreamy mindless numbness;
You,
display affections without cue
and touch me with a soft caress
but always out of tune

your strings are struck and softly
You
play me your tune of solitude
although surrounded by so many
people living in numbness too

my dreamy milky nothingness;
You,
who dance to a note out of tune
unwilling to stand up and face
a world so realistically tuned

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New Poem: “Glazed”

glacial spread-out
ideas and thoughts
novelty throughout
about a world,
non-existing,
an unreal world
of unreal beings,
your mind unfurls
a tale of creation –
shining pearls
but imperfection
in every one,
you try to see
beyond
the scope of vision,
but can’t fathom
the existence
of reality
and destination,
you’ll dissipate
like mist the day
you realize
your mind’s betrayal
of your ideals
of perfection

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New Poem: “Mimir’s Well”

Long ago,
so long ago I can’t remember
I made a deal with Mimer, the wise,
I did so willingly, not knowing
that everything comes at a price.

My eye,
my eye so precious to me
floated away, disappeared in the well –
oh, if I could go back
what different stories might there be to tell?

I drank,
I drank the water cold and clear,
satisfied with my reward, this knowledge
that I had paid such a price to receive.
But today I wish that I could just forget.

I know,
I know today what I could not
have known back then, blinded by pride:
That he who walks the fastest
doesn’t take the longest stride.

Knowledge,
oh, to desire knowledge
will never make you content,
for the more you understand
the more you will desire to comprehend.

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New Poem: “snow angels”

There was a girl
with name unknown,
her face was blank
and blue her gown

From where she came
nobody knew
and she disappeared
like the morning dew

Vanished at the sight of sun
its warmth could not
reach to her heart,
the doors were shut

And all she left behind
was angels in the snow,
melting in the spring
at sun’s relentless glow