Poems

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.

Natten smeker med svala vindar, halvmörkt ser jag världen vända. Människorna sover trött i sömn, naturen vaknar och viskar ömt. Bäcken rinner och väcks till liv, människor sover när nästa tar vid. Naturen får plats och gör sin röst hörd, i skydd av natten dess varelser tryggas. Jag rör mig sakta i skogens energi, den pulserar och välkomnar mig dit. Den vet att jag lyssnar, vet att jag hör, viskar och leker med mitt sinne så skör. Mina tankar virvlar fyllda av dess aura, min kropp lugn och harmonisk vandrar. Uppfylld av naturens alla liv, var blomma, bär, sten, bäck och Lind. Deras röster är som starkast, denna natt mättad av dofter och hopp. Hopp inför framtiden, de har säkrat framtiden, fört vidare gåvan av liv. Denna natt då livet är som bäst, denna natt då vilan snart tar vid. Mitt emellan liv och död, livets varelser kan få sin skörd. Döden ses med frid i minne, livet kommer åter att finnas. En natt att fira, en natt att ge. En natt att leva, glädjas och be. Inatt är livets mitt, i...

The darkness whispers of gentle death. The sorrow in my heart, buried in my chest. Clawing its way to get out, imprisoned by my pain. Tears bursting out, the blood is dripping like the summer rain. My head exploding by thoughts of your betrayal. On the ground I now lie, gasping for air that never comes. My body shaking of the cold, hear your pounding on the door. A gaping wound that will never heal, darkness colours the bloody trail. Crying I know, release is soon to come. Crying I know you will never hurt me but this once.

The full moon is rising, travelling the bright night, showing how our Spirit looks like. The Elements gather to celebrate the wonder that is life, they all have gifts for those that have courage to try. The wind is playing by the treetops in the Air, caressing our bodies so we know that it is there. Gently comforting our spirit, putting our minds at ease, the Airs gift to the people that knows how to feel. The Water whispering quietly in the stream, telling wisdoms from the ancient lost and purifies our fears. Showing us the origin by whispers in our ears, the Waters gift to people that knows how to hear. The Earth rock solid, lifting us safely up from harm, showing when to stop for thought and when to hear the heart. Nurturing the nature and gives us food at summer haste, the Earths gift to people that knows how to taste. The Fire is burning by the bonfire tonight, showing us what we have done and our inner minds. Warming us in times of c...

My Goddess is shining In the clear summer night Blessing the ground of nature With her caressing silver light I’m sitting here inside The moon is rising Not allowed to dance In this sacred night of ours Unable to get to her Unable to make my tribute Trapped I am in this house Envying the trees outside The air is blowing The water is flowing The earth so cool The fire is burning They have all gathered outside To celebrate the essence of life The spirits run in joy oh see The wiccan is stuck inside to see With tears I lay until I sleep Why cant I bee one with the There, in my sleep she is I could not come to her She came too me

Ingen förstår det som jag har Smärtan jag går med varje dag Det äter i själen, det tär och förstör Sinnet förminskas jag vet ej vad jag gör Ser ej för slöjan av smärta som ligger för Ser ej mina vänner när de sträcker sig ut efter stöd Jag kan inte jobba, eller mycket jag kunde förut Inte ens hemma kan jag pusta ut Varför skulle du inte trampa på bromsen den där dagen Då du körde in i min bil Då du förstörde mitt liv

The pain you feel Is not for real. It's in your head It will disappear. That is what my so called doctor said. It feelt like a slapp in my face. Take some painkillers And a lot of rest. Why do you give me painkillers? Is it some kind of test? My friends and family think that I'm lazy even boring to see. Can they not see? What the pain is doing to me? It stels my life. It breaks me down. I can't feel myself. I think I will drown. Drown in the black hole. Where my sense of self fades. Maybe I am just crazy? Can I not trust myself anymore? I now know the answer. Because one person understood. That one is now many. I was just missunderstod.