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Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
The sea sings
Can you hear it?
Your blood calls
Can you feel it?
A perfect storm awaits
Can you see it?
Our past returns
Can you belive it?
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
The phoenix rises from the ashes
But you will never hear its song
It used to be a nightingale
Until you killed it with a rock
See the fire in the sky
You wont hear a song when you die

The thinkier empties his glass of poison
You will never know his ways
He used to guide you straight
But you were blind to his word
Recall his name
Mabye his words will save your young

Our mothers light fades
Your love for her was none anyway
She used to give you care and nurture
But your hate broke her heart
Ask for forgiveness
For hope may not yet be lost

The wolves sing their celestial song
A song we will never get to hear
We ignored their howls of wisdom
Killed their pups of love
Looking at the moon we remeber
It may already be to late
Human stupidity and madness have lead us to a point where we will all fade into darkness.
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
The ethernal city have crumbled and risen
Kronos have played his game and beaten all great powers
Their world lost
but their words alive
Timeless

Its the nature of time that the sun must rise and fall
A fact of life that you one day must fall
That day turn to night
Still we stand strong
Timeless

Let wisdom flow like a river
may knowlege never run dry
Do your best to shape the furture
What is left when you die
Timeless
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
I do not recal this field
Color filled and living
Now frozen and dead
An ocean of sorrow
That once were green
No one by my side
In missery I search
Drowning and doomed
The cold comes once more
All alone
I guess at heart
We are all M.I.A
Just another poem I made while I was gone
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
A sea away
Still your blade hurts
A life away
Yet your pain brings my tears
A wish away
And our souls are one
An age away
Until we see our love in stone
Another poem on hopeful love.
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
I am colourblind
Still green is green
Red is red
And blue stays blue
Those are constants
So why are the Roses black?

I am quite the heathen
Yet good is good
Justice is justice
And treasure is treasure
So why am I still willingly blind?

I fancy myself a poet
That beautiful is beautiful
Hope is hope
And that love is love
So why do I write in invisible ink?
There is much to say, yet I think the poem can bring a meaning to all without my comments on them.
Sander S Vatn Aug 2019
Muscle and drift
and we traveld to another place
Skin and logs
and we saw new shores
Wood and sail
and we became explorers
Steam and and guns
and we turned conqurers
Motors and Steel
And we kept the world going
I often find myself looking out onto the ocean, that roadway of centuries. There is much magic and muc power in  her and humanity have always searched for better ways to travel in her embrace.
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