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L Thor Pedersen Oct 2017
At night when all the world grows dim
and stars begin to shine,

I sit beneath the cool blue light
and search through out my mind,

relentlessly reaching, attempting to find,
cogitations, creations of screaming beautiful silence...

indisputable artistic science
defiant of every known law,

resisting, glistening violence
consuming my soul, with uncontrolled flames of powerful potent passion!

now I realize, while gently opening my eyes,
that somehow, someway...

i’ve traveled inside to the very depths of my heart,
i’ve entered my center,

uncovered spiritual parts, that darkness had for so long kept concealed,
but HERE, beneath the cool blue light,

something profound is revealed...
my sweet blossoming solace.
L Thor Pedersen Dec 2019
Once i went 2 sleep and died...then awoke on the very edge of the earth,
It took me a few moments to realize...i reached the'other side and'traversed,
From dead 2 live'i arrived with a thirst,
An'urge to unveil and taste the frail'fragmented hurt,
Ruby'red it slips and sheds across the'dead through'a single verse,
As'if it were coerced or called..passionate whispers'hiss out my name,
I shut my eyes and attempt 2 evovle...i cast out and picture the pain,
Until fully obtained in'the frames of my eyes,
Vision blurred with warmth and raw nerve...that forms and flows'out whenever i cry,
My soul controlled, concentrated and liquefied,
Ill let it pour from my very core and into the dirt,
With god as my witness..ill claw out the sickness and make'it drip with'rich hurt,
On the very edge of the earth,
I awoke..
and wept.

-L. THoR Pedersen
L Thor Pedersen Oct 2017
Nothing can really be said that has'not already been heard,
But I shall try...
Oceans of raw emotion portrayed, expressed-undressed and displayed
through different torrential variations and'depths of words,
behold, lend me your ear-observe,
I wander this'world in'a state of disarray,
No destination
No eye on'a prize,
No future beyond a decade,
I'realize its dysphoric and grave yet'still I stay.....
in'these cold creaking complexities
such'old deepening convexities-that'lessen me until I am no more,
life through emerald windows
and crimson closed doors,
I can'hear the sand slipping'through hour by'hour,
pills and powder
dismal skies and clouds formed
brain storms striking down-growing louder,
what could'it all mean?!
my portrait of omnipotent pulchritude and'power,
go ahead and take'a breath
i'll be here when'you open your eyes..
but'only if you truly left,
traverse the'seas of mortal coil
lets'shed these shells of flesh,
autumn is crossing worlds and'yet...
here'you sit on your own,
waiting for'the reaper to'collect your soul,
anticipating, languishing and'waiting all'alone,
theres something in'these bones
jagged and jarred'loose-what's the'use in resisting?
ragged and'scarred-recluse....
im'too bruised to go'on existing,
my crooked soul's in a constant state of'shifting,
moonlit manifolds of madness appear above in the'sky,
I see'them from'the corner of my tired eyes
as'a great cold sadness sours and'scolds
the'parts of'me I keep and'hold..
locked'away inside,
the road ahead.....is bleak at best
if'it had to be described,
pills and powder-deception and'lies
L Thor Pedersen Feb 2017
when they ask me how I feel,
RAVING MAD will be my response,-as if my soul were ablaze,
my capacity 4 love will far outweigh the rotting black and decayed core within,
where I lock away my rage and keep my sorrow,
just until 2morrow,
ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin,
with shots of ***** and mass amounts of sin,
until then,
I try not 2 care,
but find myself again..concerned,
while the world passes me by and I witness it slowly burn,
safe inside my glass box,
I watch,
raving mad,
the clock ticks,
time bends and twists but never stops,
moments of thought pass in a blazing brilliant blinding flash,
allowing myself 2 collapse and crash before the world,
and when they ask me how I feel
ill respond;
raving mad.


- L. Thor Pedersen
Wrote this all at once, so its crap but I really dont give a ****, there it is.
L Thor Pedersen Mar 2019
so close within your eyes..
resides the world's most scintillant light..
when you cry...the stars WEEP and release symphonies that cascade from the skies,
azure temples intimately disguised,
yet in the dark your heart falls apart and calls out my name,
every day i think of you, as my soul grows cold and old..i struggle 2 control the pain..
Its odd..
the facade.. that the'world in all it's awe
performs so worn'from the applause relentlessly,
Nothing MUST be..
we're born and formed to be flawed,
created cracked and clawed
from earthly debris,
Misanthropic melodies, manifolds of madness never before heard-confessed and conveyed
Expressed and displayed-through violent variation of words,
I await..
and in silence observe,
Confounded and disturbed.
Not sure what it means..but there it is.
L Thor Pedersen Mar 2018
She thinks that the world can only see her in one way, but no one in the world can see her like I do..
Her smile inspires the sun 2 rise and causes the heavens 2 shake,
When we touch lips nothing else exists-except our beating hearts in a state of bliss,
Days go by...
swept away in a'blur from'a single kiss,
You take my breath away and leave me wanting more,
How could I ever forget...each and every moment..that I spent with the girl next door,
A goddess amongst mortals..soft and smooth
every second with you feels like more,
Im still in awe from the moment we met-basking in the warmth that emanates from'your core,
Showers and silhouettes, cascade across chasms, decades and fathoms..never imagined before,
I await to b in your presence again,
so soft and sweet..
the girl next door.
-
L Thor Pedersen Jan 2017
I traverse the twilight to be discovered,
endless days-searching a complex caliginous maze,
-the sky held my heart and the stars were my lovers,
each moment unique, some more than others,
you must breathe your first truly FREE breath and release,
exhale all the sorrow,
all the anger,
and all of the grief,-you’ve bottled up beneath,
-you must find within yourself a tranquil repose,
the indulgent overpass,
it’s ocean blue fingertips reach and drip, overcome,
-ill equipped, yet somehow you saw hope,
in the midst of all of this-I barely exist,
-cant you see inside how I’ve been broke?!?
deprived of my air supply,-I lost my way and became a ghost,
grey gallows, shadows and silver lit shallows,
from the bowels of my imagination into reality,
a pen and a bottle, a door and a key, some speed and a throttle,
-tantric models,-terror toggled and set free,
just let it go, simply let it be,
for four thousand days I’ve wandered this place amongst the masses of the cold and broken hearted,
I’ve learned 2 love as if it were my very last day-
I remember to laugh,
I recall how to play-
so when this body dies and my flesh and soul have parted,
all that will remain, is the memory of my name-
but my actions will echo in a world from which I’ve long since departed,
i’ll blind my future-and drown the sounds of the past-
ill escape to a place
-where I might feel safe,
ill run away…..
to the indulgent overpass.
(c)
L Thor Pedersen Mar 2018
Enter the void...let'it drip like rubees from your lips,
succulent and'rich but WITHOUT joy....for in this place of flesh and bone...
we wait to be destroyed,
a realm of cold desolate depths and catacombs of stone carved steps...leading to'an ancient cavern..they call the void,
the sands of time are running wild, and'it seems that ive misplaced my mind,
I desperately try to remain a child, I keep dreaming ill awake and be fine,
sleep away and leave behind, this world and all it's hurt,
i hear it's pain PULSE and POUND in'a tumultuous sounding BURST,
I hunger and thirst for MORE reguardless of what it is,
its not enough if its not too much, indulge in every moment you live,
counting the days that ive wandered this maze in search of something to give,
just another night inside the void...fading faces of the evening whisper gently into my ear,
im filled with fright but ive got no choice,
aging traces of me leaving LIFT to the sky and disappear,
showers of sorrow and stinging silhouttes of fear, linger here...
inside the void.

— The End —