Fjordscene Poetry

i won’t ever know which was the proper way to go –the choices are made here and now. no matter the waysof passing our dayswe all find means to cope – somehow.

my brain’s full of worms – thoughts strung together – they eat up anything left of worth and leave a trail of filth for me to delve in – nothing left to discover

a night sticks to my faceand breathes my eyes shut –ears open, quiet un-calm carefully listening brain –who, where, what, when – why? –eyelid slithers back a bit in question,darkness firmly presses it back down,chides me “sleep” –but how, when, […]

i still live – we lie – we die – it’s “me”, it’s “my” and I still give – what have I, name – no claim, no gain – words – unheard – but I still feel – no, nothing’s […]

thank you for the death threat proving your desperate need to be feared – why? i don’t know, but you must be despairing knowing that i know that if you had planned to kill me you wouldn’t have warned me […]

thoughts that fester – feelings linger – human weakness, human pain – thinky-feely patterns pending sense revision – host insane –

mind acceleration. exhilaration. exhaust fumes furrow brows and thoughts – no fear fades in the face of exhaustion – no insights gained during exertion – mind now numbs down words.

it’s all in my head where a sign says “sorry, there’s nothing to regret” – but includes “sorry” – reporting on the futility of being

journal, mind bursting with ideas – ripe grapes of thoughts not sweet but potent – words fill the pages as wont – juices flowing from their burst encasement any way they want – thoughts still growing –

think in circles – brain gurgles in protest – murmurs, pleads for rest – night – no sleep – no time – there’s all the rest to do – to think – that day won’t let me keep… – no […]

The words don’t come when I want them to – they drift through my mind there, then gone. I can’t remember them as soon as they’ve moved on – a spark of inspiration there, then gone. Then one drifts slowly […]

Does chaos count as an emotion? Or is it just another lie we tell ourselves to hide the fact of holes in our understanding of the workings of the mind? I look at you and all I feel is chaos […]

Once I err, a day thrown into disarray A solitary thread has caused a world’s unspooling Once I err, that fragment of day becomes the day A solitary moment that absorbs all else there was A chasm wherein I only […]

I don’t claim to have all the answers these are just my thoughts; disorganized and fragmented as they come. A relentless stream that varies from gibberish to genius. But however smart they sound at least at times I do not […]

I think perhaps I have overstepped the bounds drawn around me by the world to which I’m bound. There is a time when my imagination cannot reach any further – a horizon that it cannot breach. There are questions that […]

I am basically not as imaginative as people might think when reading my fiction. I do not “invent” fiction – I only fictionalize reality. I think the biggest barrier I had to overcome when I started writing prose fiction rather […]

Art is merely a form of communication. Each form of art a different form of communication. But still just forms of communication. And it is the thing communicated that matters; not really the way in which it is being communicated. […]

Min hjerne styrter af sted – den er langt foran nu, resten af mig kæmper for at følge med – fejler. Det er svært at navigere når ens syn befinder sig så langt foran ens krop. Jeg snubler, jeg falder […]

If I were a river flowing through the land my thoughts would be the delta for they get out of hand in their pursuit of oneness with oceans of wisdom which isn’t mine but others’ – most of whom long […]

You are a being more of my imagination than of reality a superb and infallible creation contradictory perhaps to the true version I’ve met you once and never will I forget the dream surrounding the place and time we met […]