"fars" poems
The night, steeped in legend and mystery, has its own special place.
The cold wind that blows through the darkness rustle the shadows under the moonlight.
The pitch black oceans move to it's own rhythms.
The universe, full of darkness and light heed nights call and with the utmost certainty, the stars come out.
They exist only on the fingertips of fairies but shine like there is no tomorrow.
They are the main attraction and they do not disappoint, glowing the nears and fars within the infinite space.
Possibilities and wonder are a underscore; there are no rules, just imagination.
This is where I want to be.
Please take me there.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
never, reaching too fars,
next to ancestors graves
always, comes up home,
taste ó salt air, soily spey,
off-white washed cottage
grey in webbed shadows
by the tangles of streams
surrounding to dankness,
cavern into the sun, outs
in great wides and opens,
chimney smokes, signals,
yet whole world is closed
to me, nestled with family,
in wee drab cottage world.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I mit livs sommer er jeg
Midnatsdans på køkkengulvet med fars dyre hvidvin. Anonyme beskeder til smukke ansigter. Stress med aflevering; mandag, tirsdag, onsdag, torsdag, fredag. Smuglede smil til usunde sataner med lidt for rodet hår og hoved. Sparring på cigaretter. Færdigbag da alt andet er for ekstravagant. Iskold øl på brandvarm asfalt, og brandvarme blik til iskolde drenge. Meterlange køer, men hver en krone værd. Togkonsulent med en gave til dig på 750 kr. , og derefter en halv time for sent på arbejdet. Uventede komplimenter fra uventede mennesker, og uventede oplevelser på uventede tider.
I mit livs vinter lever jeg
ånder lidt for ivrigt efter pauser. Neglelak som krakelerer i kanterne efter blot en dag. Dage uden at se solen selvom solen er evigt eksisterende på himlen. Køber ikke koncertbilletten, fordi muligheden jo nok opstår en anden gang. Støv som har permanent bopæl i hjørnet, og ridsen tværs over computeren som er kommet for at blive. Lampen uden pæren og pæren med blåt skær. Mangel på sokker. Sætninger man fortryder, ligesåvel som sætninger man ønsker man havde indført. Mangel på søvn, tid og mad i køleskabet. Kendskab til hemmeligheder, som er hemmeligt at man har kendskab til. Og alt-alt-alt for mange valg at træffe og truffe.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
jeg glemmer dig
jeg klipper dig ud
ud fra min hukommelse
ligesom jeg klipper i min fars gamle
kunstbøger
du er kunst men ikke al kunst
kan huskes
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Your little , EX ample shizzz
Undo nothing, undid the funk
The **** fump bumble
Don't it have a rind, uh ring?
The shapley shinny thin\g .
Ta To tadootoo da rink, think you have this taste.
Of what in terns your feeling, windery feeling
To you your sense of being, bling hold neck
Berdy , beck oning on this bright little thing
Round about, wheel hot .
Search lights off, hands on.
A room for four, fore two .
Had an idea, that they thought they could grew
Just one seed, like a giant sunflower
Flow in the distance , lime green pinchin'
Jelousy of a not thing , what are we missing
Happiness loses meaning, in the mean
Multiply the number of a fine little number
Luck edd and the tables .
For the love of drive, she keeps lefties
Just for the six, race trucks
Tracks afloat, loverall
Over the cost of fars, FAREWELL .
We move and the time doesn't .
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
We talk in code
with words
that like chameleons
hide
where they appear
and send signals
with our fars
and nears
and gones
and heres
that in their way
are sometimes mixed
without knowing
when or why
And then we act
hesitant at times
and at times decisive
yet uncertain
in choreographed
but unrehearsed
steps
that turn
into each other
and phrase the
rhythm
of
our dance
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
du er lænket til din sengs ynkelige undertrykkelse
fars vuggeviser skygger for din livsglædes melodi
for dæmonerne i dine drømme er kendte skikkelser
djævelens afkom ser du i dit spejlbilledes selvportræt
knuste glas afslører kærlighedens farve på din hud
pillerne formår at trøste din angst bedre end jeg gør
jeg kan ikke forklare dig mit livs kaotiske tragedier
for først må du forstå din egen sørgmodige kamp
så jeg skriver det i digte som du aldrig vil læse højt
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Et barn
Om natten
Synger om kap
Med månens skær
Synger intet andet
Der er noget værd
Skriger blot en enkelt gang
Før fars hånd igen
Giver skam
Du er forladt
Og fortabt
et døende korpus
Nedbrydende, midefyldt
Æder dit indre
Forlader dig tom
henrettede følesanser
illusioner
et tabu
En hemmelighed alle
Hvisker om
Sh der er ro,
Far han elsker dig
Du er bare blevet lidt
Blå ?
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
Oh, this is the love I meant,
or at least a happy accident,
there's clouds up in the canopy,
on a veranda set in eternity.
And there's seashells on the shore,
upon the land-dweller's front door,
I sing my song and place it to your ear,
but I'm drowned out from the ocean roar.
I've been a shed hollowed out;
left to stew in damp and doubt,
you hold my stomach, your face is kind,
and all of the knots begin to unwind.
We are train-stop lovers
beside the vending machines,
a ukulele sonnet,
for the clued up has-beens.
Now we're set to light
under the wash of stars,
until we feel great belonging
to all of the so-fars.
So without saving face or attempting subtlety,
or basking under conceited poetry,
under Costa Rican skies, in a writer's retreat,
in this astral plain where new lovers meet;
that for all the glory I may come to see,
there's none more beautiful
or rare than thee.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Thinking To Myself
misty mountains
evergreens
make for some
very beautiful scenes
birds chirping
wind slightly blowing
pregnant women
look good when glowing
Christmas a joyful time
whether from Amazon
or a five and time
getting high
in the sun
always having
so much fun
dancing drunk
under the stars
all your problems
seem so fars
little by little
figuring stuff out
no need to stress
no need to shout
no matter what's
going on inside the head
drink or a ****
will **** it dead
laying in bed
trying to sleep
counting to myself
but seeing no sheep
hot showers
feel so good
stay in all day
if I only could
watching grass
grow so tall
maybe tomorrow
I'll mow it all
all my thoughts
just ran dry
so peace out
and good-bye
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
The German and White Aircraft
were strange in the world and served
the Yorkshire Queen. Yorkshire,
Robert Robert in an old Christian
religion with the Sheikh, Sheikh,
King of Saudi Arabia, Asahara
and the Soviet Union - the mystery of Christianity -
the Christian couple
Hamrin Karaoke Star
is a karaoke. What is the science of the government?
National Flag, Flags, National Flag,
Ducks Badikak Bazhene Baehelde
and Chasik Charlie, Johan Lama
Pato, Alan Feroz, I'm proud of the Chinese
press Jeremy, and the famous socialist
democracy, China, the largest Indian nation,
Sam, America, Japan, Japan,
Japan, naked, yellow samples,
not basic, usually. His position, money, power,
Christianity, Christianity,
lack of food, the French turtle
in the second half of the tourist.
Year of the Year: In July,
in the middle of gold,
Robert really took part.
Alternative toys in Europe are the best here,
color, yes, you know, Christmas World,
Liam, wood, coffee, France, France, Spain,
England, listening to coffee, children, cat,
voice, conference in the West preserve
spiritual well-being. In the world in heavenly glory
there was a strange German
and white balloon in the world
and the work of Queen Yorkshire.
Yorkshire, Robert Robert
in an old Christian religion
with the Sheikh Sheikh, the king of Saudi Arabia,
Asahara and the Soviet Union - the mystery of Christianity -
the Christian couple Hamrin;
Karaoke Star is the karaoke.
What is the science of the government?
Flag Science Flag Flag Flag Flag
Badikak Bazin Baehlde and Chasik
Charlie Joha Lama Pato, Alan Feroz,
I feel proud of my type Jeremy of the Chinese,
the Socialist Republic of China,
the largest Indian nation, Japan,
Japan, Japan, yellow samples, not basic, usually.
His position, money, power, Christianity, Christianity, lack of food,
the French turtle in the second half
of the tourist. Year of the Year: In July,
in the middle of gold,
Robert participated in reality.
Alternative games in Europe are the best here,
color, yes, I know, Christmas,
World, Liam, wood, coffee,
France, France, Spain, England,
Listening, coffee, children, cat,
voice, voice, let the eye of the team,
Cook Giê, the summit of the conference in the West,
to preserve spiritual well-being.
For the world in heavenly glory
German and White Fleet were used
in the world as a stranger
to the Yorkshire Queen. Yorkshire,
Robert Roberts with ancient Christianity
with Sheik, Sheik, Saudi Arabia King,
Azarah and the Soviet Union - the mysterious Christian -
Christian couple is Hamir Karajak
star Karrach. What is government science?
National Flag, Banner, National Flag,
Dukkkan Bahaden Basil, and Charles Charlie Lam Lam,
Patrick Alan, Chinese Journalist
Jeremy and his famous socialist
democracy, China, Great India, Sam,
America, Japan, Japan, Japan, Naked,
Naked, Yellow samples, are not basic.
His position, money, power,
Christianity,
Christianity, food shortages,
second half of Paris, France.
Year of the Year: In July, Robert
was really involved in the gold medal.
Better toys in Europe are the best,
color, yes, you know, Christmas,
world, wood, coffee, France, France,
Spain, England, coffee, kids, cats,
sounds, security. It was a strange
German and white blossom
and royal city of York in the heavenly glory.
Yorkshire, Robert Robert,
the ancient Christian faith,
Sheik Sheik, Saudi Arabian king,
Bashar and Soviet Union - the Christian mystery -
the Christian husband and wife
of Hammar Karajack. What is government science?
Indicator Science Black Black Baggat
Basil Ballet and Charles Charlie Lam Limo,
Al Fars, Chinese Jimi, China Republic of China,
Greater India, Japan, Japan, Japan,
Yellow Samples, are usually not basic.
His position, money, power, Christianity,
Christianity, food shortages,
second half of Paris, France.
Year of the Year: In July, Robert, in the middle of the middle,
was involved in the event.
Games in Europe are good here,
color, yes, I know, Christmas
world, Laura, wood, coffee,
France, France, Spain, England,
listening, coffee, kids, cats,
voice, voice, team, spirituality
To preserve, the major party in the Western
World, the Cook. Glory to the world.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
Failing the stages of what once was realities,
Then decided to escape to Dreams,
Trying to give senses of scenes,
What if it turns into a nightmare with endless questions ‘n’ means,
Holding hands with yesterdays,
Falling in love with tomorrows,
Trips long gone in Milky Ways,
Shooting stars in far beyond galaxies,
Now you’re the star of tomorrow,
Tomorrow you’re the star of gone,
Living in fake until you reach the sun,
Nothing relieving in a loaded to shoot gun,
If dreams failed the meanings,
Our feelings gives it leadings,
To reach what’s called greetings,
Don’t worry of a temporary bleeding,
Now you know whats real,
Do you understand how it deal?
If stitches failed to heal,
Will be making you a skin of steel,
That happy ever after will,
Among those dreams to be fill,
You need to stand still,
Don’t wait for the far fars until,
Look at those flickers,
Beautiful but only in presence of liquors,
Hold your breath with all considers,
You now belong to the highest
worshippers.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:01 AM UTC
Im trapped in a world
completely fake
but hey, its a pretty place
with oceans fars the eye can see
but there to many people drowning
screaming, frowning
I guess not all of us can swim
or there being pulled down from sin
want as much as you can take
I only wish this world was really fake
six feet below the ground
its our fate
wish this was fake
but hey lets have a happy
unhappy playdate
sit on the beach
building our castles
just for the ocean to knock it down
I guess the sharks
wear the crown
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC