Everyone have scars that,
they don't want to talk about,
Mine?
they are just on my body,
as well as in my head...

We drink from rivers we
dance like swans. We
chase the sun and run
in the dead of night. We
collect the best of songs
and get drunk on life.
Jump from planet to
planet. And giggle in
the sun. We are the
dream catchers. We
are the chasers of the
light ~

why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds

Døde blikke,
der vandrer rundt,
som zombier på Dommedag,
eller en tiger i bur.

Ingen kan glemme,
hvorfor vi er her,
endda i det næste årti,
vil mindet sidde fast,
sort på hvidt,
i bogen der.

Og de er her alle sammen,
store som små,
arm i arm,
de gå.

Hovedet holder de højt,
i et forsøg på,
at stoppe det,
de ikke kender,
selvom de godt ved,
at man med terror
sjældent bliver venner.

Paris' gallionsfigur,
er nu ændret,
fra Eiffeltårn til blyant,
"Je suis Charlie"
Vi håber ytringen en dag bliver fri