Poems

A sparrow flew high, over the trees. So the Sun should shine upon me Golden rays for all to see. As the Sun still shines down on me Wherever you are I hope you are free, no regrets to tie down your dreams. Near or far, forever between. As the sun still shines down on me. A wind came in, gently it streamed, between the stones that lay here serene. My tears might reach you resting beneath. As the Sun still shines down on me. By your name, flowers wither in glee, like my heart that beats without need. Your smile and your laugh in memories be. As the sun still shines down on me.

Long ago and far away there was a land called Umernay where the wild was free and nature green They knew nothing of Sorrow The people followed a mighty queen her name was Hope, only peace she singed life was well and stories sung No one knew of Sorrow Then there came that faithful night out came a knight that thought not of light his heart was cold and eyes of ice In his wake was Sorrow All could see his greyish fate with him followed a heavy weight children cried at this dreadful sight They only thought of Sorrow The queen now gathered her courage guard and rode to stop the chased one to claim back what her name involved And bring an end to Sorrow They searched up high, they searched down low to find whom no one wanted for but nowhere they this creature saw Yet everywhere was Sorrow Hope found him when she was alone he stared right into her shining soul slight a tremble she would not show As she faced his Sorrow ...

De hörs ibland med ömma stämmor, de som funnit ord som betyder mer för själen än vad en smekning gör för den som längtat. Som memorerat meningar, satser och sidor att minnas när livet skär dem med skärvor på prov­. När glaset haglar och demoner slår rot, motar de bort det med förtrollande ord. Lika för lika, en del för allt, glädje med glädje och ledsna när allt gått i sarg. Jag kan avundas dessa ordade varma, de som hittat orden som ger någon mening, som nått fram och lyst upp deras avgrund så att de behagligt kan skrida likt fridfulla andar i det varma ljuset från paraffinets tvinnade tråd. Takt och ton så försiktigt övat, beprövat och reflekterat uppå, så att det matchar det tomrum de tillfälligt lappar. Bok efter bok, ord efter ord, jag slukar för att tömma mörkret inombords. År efter år sökandet gått, utan att någonsin funnit dessa ord. De som rör på det som varit dött. Som kan väcka balansen från de gråa makternas passiva grepp. Många har varit nära, en mening här och där s...

WinterSpring, I can feel it in the air, the smell of snow and rotting leafs, the winter clinging with icy hands, darkness lingers, not fully banned. Light gently reveals the casualties of last year, the bodies of plants that died without fear. Protecting their children that grows down below, sacrificing themselves to fight of the cold. The earth now crumbles, slowly to show, the miracle of life that never stalls. Winters sleep heavily withdraws, dreams are wakening to make you walk tall. The moon so brilliant watches it all, the Goddess is pleased, her circle is cast. It shines with might, her ritual calls, to give what is hers and the Gods at last. A blessed dance to focus the rite, an act of love to fill the earth right. Summer is coming, anticipation soars, just put your ear to the ground and feel the roar. 

Över äng och hav, över sand och stad, där syns en fjäril vingad. Flyger fritt på tro om vikt, den lilla fjäril vingad. Än hit än dit i salig frid, hon var en fjäril vingad. Sol och regn bekymrar ej, vår fina fjäril vingad. Så full av liv och omsorg vid, alla andra, var fjäril vingad. Så kort den blev, den sommaren, för unga fjäril vingad. I storm och snö med kämparglöd, du starka fjäril vingad. Färgen skifta från svart till röd, på vackra fjäril vingad. Fyllde dem som såg din kamp, med hopp om fjäril vingad. Än mer av kärlek och respekt, en symbol som fjäril vingad. Nu så kan du flyga lugnt, i vila fjäril vingad. Dina färger sprider långt sin sång, från dina fjärils vingar. Många såg din krigarblick, och ett liv som fjäril vingad. När allt känns grått vi minns din tid, som glada fjäril vingad. Och fyller våra dar med liv, som gjorde fjäril vingad. Till ditt minne.

My wings are broken, I am falling from the sky. One last look at you, before all hope in me dies. A scream of lost love travels through the air. As I impact frozen grounds in the mortal realms lair. Deep into the soil I go, where all senses turns numb. With strength unhad, will climb to pains cruel drum. Shaking I tremble in this new, cold land. Trees towering in shadows with clawing hands. I can not fly, I can not die, I lay while reaching for the sky. Flooded by memories of you and I. Memories that pains me one more time. Tears falling to the ground with thunder. My only wish to see you, love you, till the world goes under. With determination to hold you in my arms once more, I take my sword and force to stand tall. With tears still falling, I walk away. To find a path back, I will fight my way. Wings turning dark, I know what lies ahead. If it means seeing you again, there is nothing I shall dread. The memory of your smile is what keeps me sane. I a...

Jag faller än, faller igen, faller. Faller för dig, faller för frestelsen, snubblar, blir kastad omkull, faller. Faller av tyngden, faller igenom För ingenting finns där inunder. Strävar efter någonting att hålla mig fast allt jag får i min hand smulas i en hast Det tillfälliga tyget brast under tyngden av tårar berget i sikte var blott en illusion Vinden brusar i havets långa ton Trösten varade den korta stund du log Ögat ser ned i avgrundens djup, smärtan ekar i vågorna sju. Kroppen kraftigt mot väggarna slår, det finns inte längre någon del utan sår. Påtvingad tystnad ryter där ilskan har makt, tröttheten lockar själen att lämna sin plats. Händer som älskar försöker hålla mig fast, halkar på missmod som läckt från min famn. Fallet är välbekant, det enda jag nu minns. Kanske är det inte värt att hålla fast vid någonting. Med inget att förlora sjunger kylan i varje ben, isande taggar i varje ven. Med ansiktet vänt nedåt faller...

Late this night in summer blossom The sun's still upp and all is well Life is bloming with hope and ruccus Creatures rests safely in mothers embrace But the tide is turning, a cold wind blows Darkness comes sneeking, back oncemore The danger's not here yet, but everyone knows Soon it'd be lurking outside our door When moonlight and stardust is all that you see I will be able to crawl upp to thee And better be hoping I already ate By running you only seal your fate. When storm roams I am what creaks in your roof When light comes I'm not there just like a spook When your heart stops in fear what is under the bed Don't come looking if you still whant your head. Know that allways I'm haunting your dreams. Why? Because nothing is ever what it seems!

Isens välde sträcker sig Inte ens syster snön får dela dess plats Likt ett böljande hav över land Ligger den slumrande med hård hand Jag sitter i min fyr och ser Om natten hörs vida dess dån De slumrande andarna tar sin rätt Styrd med sömn hålls lågan släckt Träden rasslar så tyst av iver Våren kommer avlägset med livet Vi kan känna dess ankomst, i bröstet ett muller De levande drömmer om de vaknas under Jag sitter i min fyr och känner Min evighet snart tar vid De slumrande andarna flyr hoppets värme De hade velat hålla sitt grepp i evig tid Snart de får sin chans igen Tålamod är deras driv Men fram till dess ska jag ta det stora klivet Att fritt få flyga i livets stunder Tills isen greppar taget åter När jag faller i den bekanta slummern Då kan jag drömma om friheten i mitt liv För alltid leende under isens strid

Feelings of emptiness is filling a hole. Or is it another feeling, growing undetected. The feeling is like a sticky blanket I canot find the water to cleanse it away My heart is pounding, but the reason is lost Where is the clear spring I lost this key again? A burning fire covers my body whole All I can feel is pain, will it ever stop? Spirit no longer part of the flesh. Soul no longer among reality Bits and pieces that no longer fits But longs to be together in an endles twist Will I ever become one again Will the hole be gone when the pieses fits? Or is someting missing in the center? The glue that never sticks. But the darknes that does.

In the darkest of night the predators are running, trying to outdo the claws of hunger with cunning. The other animals hiding during the critical hours, trying not to be the savior of others. In the darkest of times a light shows us the way, light of silver brings hope to all souls at bay. With the beauty that only nature can bring, the light finds the warrior within. The mist is covering the ground of cold, making the road a mystery of old. Noone can sense what is up ahead, untill it is walked and discovered once again. The lights of night is bringers of courage, moral is high when you are lighted by the Godess. Bravely the paws of life tiptoes along the misty road, watching their steps to reach their goals. Slowly time is pushed away, feelings of warmth gives a hunch of change. The night is fading, the moon hunted by the sun, the road is now clear, untill day is slowly undone.

Thinking of you feels like a ray of the summer sun. Seeing you feels like butterflyes flapping to an African drum. Holding you feels like harmony in a zen gardens dream. Smelling you feels like no one in the world could ever come to harm. Feeling you feels like the rain in the Sahara desert storm. Beeing with you feels like the beauty in the springs first spot of green. Living with you feels like life got a meaning to me. Missing you feels like a part of the world has gone away. The feeling is I love you, I want you to stay.

The oldest love story is not between humans It is about two heavenly body’s attached too the sky Like all parents their love for children is immense Without them we would all die They take turns watching over them Filling them with warmth and hope Guiding them throughout their life Filling them with love and light The oldest love story is still ongoing They are still watching over us Even though they rule the opposites They can still be seen on the same sky I am miss moon, alone in the night Ready to begin a love story of my own But I need someone to fill the void Will you be my Mr Sun?

A huge black hole is living in my heart A pain like nothing else pounds with every beat A feeling of missing pumps through my veins A will too find moves me forward I am no longer human, I feel only pain The thought of you is all I can think of You face, your eyes, your voice and smile Even though I have not yet meet you Where are you? The one too fill my heart Who are you? The one too warm my soul When are you? The one too light my day Why have you not yet found me? I will know who you are when I meet you You are the one that can see how I feel Even if my face is smiling You are the one who cares about me Even if I is the one too blame You are the one that loves me And holds me through bad times Wherever you are, I am right here Who ever you are, I long too meet you When ever you are, I will be waiting Until the end of my days I will hold you in my heart

The moon is dark, it has turned it’s back on me Demons are lurking in the outskirts of my mind My head is pounding, the ace is drowning time But in the darkness there is a warming light Your face is beautiful, your light is hurting I want you close but I can’t take the pain It is driving me crazy, it is driving me insane I need to get stronger, I need to stop the game I am crazy, but your memory remains At night when demons are near I think of you and they disappear Your light hurt both me and them Does that mean it’s a demon inside of me If you where too come visit I would not know My world is dark and unknown Nothing like what I feel in your arms I remember your lips so soft and sweet Or are you just a dream I hope for I can’t remember when I sold my soul I can’t remember why I think of you But I will try to find a way out So I can see for my very own eyes If you are real or another demon of mine

Ref: My soul is lost, my life is dammed The seven sins of death commands. The devil near, the hunt hase come. The seven sins I all have done. The world is injust, people are dum. Nothing you can do makes it undone. Things are flying, I have goone mad. I don’t giva a dam if your sad. Feelings exploding out of my grasp. Te first deadly sin is wrath. Have you everything you want, have you everything you need. Should you get more? Or is your world complete? I wanted it all, I take what I see. The second deadly sin is Greed. Tha day is late, I don’t realy care. I still lay in bead, disturb me if you dare. There is a lot to be done, but I don’t feel like it now. All I want is to rest untill life is done. In the seeling flyes a black Moth. The third deadly sin is Sloth. Ref: My soul is lost, my life is dammed The seven sins of death commands. The devil near, the hunt hase come. The seven sins I all have done. There is no one as perfect as me. The body and face is all naturally. If I could m...

Minns när du var liten, tultade omkring på gräsmattan. ditt blonda hår glänste i solen. Minns när du blivit större, ingen kunde reta din syster som du. Med ett smil smet du iväg när du hittat på något bus. Minns när du började skolan, din syster vakade som en hök. På något sätt klarade du dig alltid. Minns att du var tyst, men fanns alltid där. Iakktog och tänkte över en situation. Nu är du inte längre i denna värld, många saknar dig så. Varför är det alltid de bra personerna som får gå. Som försvinner i unga år, som saknas mest. Du fortsätter att vara i bakgrunden, men du finns ändå där. I hjärtat på alla som mins dig. Vila i frid.

I have often wondered where you are. The one too love and hold. Where will I find you, the one to light my world. Some one that cares if I am happy or sad. Some one that does not run away when it’s hard. Someone that is willing to give what I give. Someone that is willing to stand for what he says. Someone that is willing to fight for my heart. Someone willing too be my love and light. Wherever you are, I am right here. Waiting for you until I no longer am. Wishing for you to find me here. Wishing for you before I disappear. When night is at it’s darkest I think of you. Wishing for you.

The life of an angel, is lonely and sad. The ones that she meets, are those that are past. The angel of death, has found me at last. Her beautiful face tells me I will not last. Her wings are darkend, shifting in black. The eyes are deep, staring me down. Her lips are bloody and oh so sad. She’s lifting her hand, I know now I will die. She’s lifting me up, the pain goes away. I can see clearly, I have been insane. I trusted you, and what did I get. A Soul full of wounds, and the knife in my back. Ref: I’m howling and crying, you ended my life. The feelings grow stronger, I want you broken down. I’ll see you in your dreams, Ill see you in the dark. I’ll be the monster that makes you insane as I. The life of the angel is lonely and sad. The ones that she meets, are those that are past. She offers me light, or to make my last stand. With the sword in her hand, We howl out our cry. Ref: I’m howling and crying, you ended my life. The feelings grow stronger, I want you broken down. I’ll see...

Darkness is closing, the air is cool. Life is slowing down, afer the summers marathon. The moon is full tonight, promissing no harm. Plantlife liftning their heads, to bade in the silver light. Animals sleeping, exept for a few They are Howling out their tribute, too the moon. The air soo clear, showning stars at last. The mountains are watching, slowly as time pass. The water is calm, suduction from the lake. To emerg under the Cleansint water The spirits wisdom to take I stay under the Oak, that comforts in my wake. The stars are wispering, words of inspiration My head starts to spin, dreams of the dragon. The gras under my feet, tickles and tease. The nature is here, and it is where I want to be.