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Jacob Moslund Mar 2019
This one is for the joy, and it's here for peace,
This one takes me closer, to the one I was meant to be,
And this one is for the darkness, that never retires,
And this one is for life that shines in you
Far from me, come closer to...
Glass mist, rhymes, winter night, Fast voices say it's getting slippery
Half eye, half human, half in place, the lights are singing their songs a lot,

This one is for the chain, that breaks time and time again,
Photogenic dreams come in, in eternal jubilation
Far from me, come closer to...

The Electrician calls, forever, a thousand years -
Magic dreams spins us, fog dance is passing away,
I am looking for the glue that binds me to you
I reach for the moon, which slowly rises
Far from me, come closer to...
I am looking for the glue that binds me to you
Jacob Moslund Feb 2020
Think that something so adorable can get so depressing and laughing
When did we leave it and turn into something else?
Your words are like needles, but your gaze is like morphine
We stand still, but time has passed

Look how much I've lied and cried
Tucked behind this layer of black nylon
I only shout for fear of being gone
For your face is so promoted

And words are now so meaningless
Before, it was the only thing I wanted
And my hands are so numb
Here is no more to take

When did we go from lonely to lonely?
Otherwise you had faith in everything
You are now going back from where you came
You've washed your hands clean

And words are now so meaningless
Before, it was the only thing I wanted
And my hands are so numb
Here is no more to take

I now apologize for all the chaos I created
All my expectation templates
My head is filled with words I will never say
You deserve a lot more than tunes
Jacob Moslund Mar 2019
She said:
“Boy, you are devious”
I know I am,
“Sending me flowers on a valentines day,
While you know my boyfriend is away”
And I know I can’t stay,
Not for the night,
Not for the day,
In every sentence I say,
I use my words a manipulative way.
But I can’t do that,
Not to you,
Because my happiness ain’t yours.
She said:
“Boy, you are devious”
I know I am.
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
I’ll stoop down to save you,  I’ll howl at the moon
I’ll walk barefoot to you when winter’s in bloom
I’ll cross every heart, your colours I’ll wear
I’ll fight your dragon and you’ll tame my bear.
 
Sometimes I’m undoubtably lazy,  
 But never, never will I leave this vow.
Sometimes you’re unreasonably crazy,
I’ll love you forever like I love you now.

Still at times I’m too young to cry,
I’m too old to die, I’m passing you by
I know I stagger, I don’t do my best
Then life catches up,I see you, I’m blessed.
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
It's sometimes hard to rhyme,
But it's even harder to find the time,
The right time.
To say the things,
The right things,
I should've told you,
Years ago.
I handed you an easter egg,
The chocolate are my towns best,
Years ago I gave you everything,
but the words that needed to be told,
And now my chest is feeling cold.


I'm watching ''How I Met Your Mother''
It's stupid to hope, to feel, to be,
When you've found another.
I adore your smile,
I adore your style,
I just wish you were mine,
You are my Robin,
And I'm just an architect,
You've have found your guy,
But you are my Robin,
So nothing can change- not even time
I am building the home, where you should be mine.
Going through a hard time.
So whats wrong?
A girl.. It's always a girl
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
I'm sick of people complaining.
I'm sick of feminism,
veganism,
equality and freedom.
I hate the human quest for perfection.
I'm sick of being human,
I'm sick of people drinking,
Sharing on social medias,
I'm sick of drugs, cigarettes and Facebook.
I'm tired of Twitter.

I hate being in debt,
I hate being in love,
I'm tired of falling,
falling,
In love.

I hate socializing,
I'm tired of humans,
Not caring,
of anything but being humans.
I'm tired of people,
Preaching about genders,
When our world is crying,
Crying,
Screaming for help.

Forget the genders,
Forget the likes,
You will never look great,
While the only thing we have in common,
Is out mother,
Mother Earth.
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
Do we ever stay strong?
Or do we fall,
To the ground,
Full of,
Dust.
Am I depressed or,
Just young man,
Full of,
Thoughts.
That’s where we felt it,
We’ll die,
Full of,
Thoughts...

...Or is it just a
Sociopathic life of,
Lust?
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
The more that I have the more I fear

To loose my treasure, the things I hold dear

The more I fear, the less I have

The more I fear, the less I am



The more that I speak the less I  hear

But left in the dark I loose my sanity

The more I take, the less you become

The less you are, the less I become



The more I give, the richer I get

The more I leave behind, the less I regret

More of you makes more of me

More of you, more of me
Jacob Moslund May 2019
A stream of the love,
She gave to him,
She stretched in gray,
He will do almost anything,
For you,
He’ll do it for you.

The cosmic relation,
He had to her,
He stretched in black,
He will do almost anything,
For you,
He’ll do it for you.

The touch,
Of our hands,
Will work forever more,
The curse of your lips,
Will be forever more,
The string of your love,
Will stay forever more,
The trance will last..
Jacob Moslund Apr 2019
We arrive at the same conclusion,though the journey was never the same

Always drawn to the light, but our darkness kindles the flame

Hope powered by fear, love sweetened by tears,

And every song in four just wants to be a waltz



The rat in the sewer is just looking for a house

Even the snake in the garden was just looking for a mouse

In peace we´re are building walls, to protect from human faults

But every song in four just wants to be a waltz



Governments will fall, laws be over turned,

riots in the street, violence will burn

Greater is the sage, who just won´t to understand

But every song in four just walts to be a waltz



I wish there was something else between us, between you and

I I wish your face wasn´t clouded and obscured by the sky

Wisdom when we fail, the dark shall not prevail

But every song in four just walts to be a waltz

— The End —