What is this you speak?
The spread of thighs?
The show of teeth?
Yet and still I do seem meek
I wonder if it's somehow exculpatory
The sides of my story
The blood, the horror, and in fact the glory
But still I toss that for you
I've yet to learn and share
The constant state of being aware
The words lingering in the air
I cannot enjoy only ensnare
This Janus - faced figure of my affections
What is the real motive and direction?
If only I didn't constantly have to question
But I was still crazy for you
The infant Earth
Ripens in Her womb
Warmth of connection,
Sigh of full birth,
A crystal drop of moon
That night she did consume
Laid out upon
Her bed of dreaming flowers,
Legs spread apart, in openness,
Giving and receiving,
With each calm, awakening hour,
From the eternal canals of Her love
Her breasts were full
Of milk and glowing ashes
Of long-remembered stars,
Combined to form
The sweet mixture of vitality
She freely gave to all Her daughters
With Love and overflowing bliss
Her long, flowing hair
Whispered in the wind
She'd woven for us,
Glistening as the sunlight
Kissed Her head,
Smiling down upon
The new-born babe
She held securely in Her arms,
Eyes full of wonder,
She laughed and Her laughter was the rain
And as Her child
Suckled Her ever-burning heart,
The sun faded into Moon and Stars
In Her eyes,
And the twilight sky sang an evening song,
The trees held out their arms
To hold their overflowing dreams,
And the earth held Mother and Child
In its arms
As the Goddess lay down
And closed her eyes
Jeg tror du er den perfekte menneske;
jeg tror du er en dårlig menneske.
Det er så bra, det er så dårlig,
det er så trist, det er så nytt.
Slå meg som dette: med smilt ditt og med øynene dine.
sometimes I can't help but think how my life would be without you
you make me more depressed than happy
but I know deep down you wish you could make me smile
it's not your fault it's mine
I should have stayed in line.
but the things I feel always get caught in the way
im sorry that I love you, dear
I really wish I hadn't
I am really sorry that I love you, dear
sometimes these things happen.
All my thoughts and all of my poems;
end up on the exact same line
Do we keep stumbling over the rocks till we die?
Or does everything at the end turns out to be fine?
Are we becoming who we wanted to be?
Or are we mere puppets tied to strings?
What life tries to teach us as we live?
Since all I see is struggle as I wait for time to be kind.
Today I laid in bed a total of 7 more minutes than I should have
before rushing to get ready for work.
I let that sinking feeling pull me under.
Drowning in my own bed,
No thoughts actually running through my head,
Just a mind numbing realisation that I’ll have to get up at some point.
But I just laid there.
No emotion on my face.
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Blinking every 4 seconds,
Before letting out a long sigh
as if my soul had been sent back to me.
Then i caried on with the day as normal.