Hot summerdays
spend behind the yellow Apartment Buildings
with you
smoking cigarettes, drinking lukewarm beer
seeking shelter from the rain
and at night feeling your warm wet embrace
teens
fredag den 5. august 2016
Summerdays
Hot summerdays
spend behind the yellow Apartment Buildings
with you
smoking cigarettes, drinking lukewarm beer
seeking shelter from the rain
and at night feeling your warm wet embrace
teens
torsdag den 4. august 2016
Gone mad
Has the World gone mad?
The americanas are on the brink of electing a madman
Who not once, not twice, but thrice asked
"why don't we blow up the World"?
A maniac with his fingers poised on armageddons trigger
his blatant racism are erecting walls, if elected not only of the mind
The media are ecstatic with his constant reality show
as they promote the fascism so blatantly obvious.
The World is dying
of hunger
of obesity
of terror
of war
of climatechange
of stupidity
And all we do is ignoring it
no, not exactly ignoring it - we talk about it
but do we really act?
All i see is more of what caused the disease in the first place
greed
power
religion
all wrapped up nicely in the necessary politics of the blind
We are being fucked.
The americanas are on the brink of electing a madman
Who not once, not twice, but thrice asked
"why don't we blow up the World"?
A maniac with his fingers poised on armageddons trigger
his blatant racism are erecting walls, if elected not only of the mind
The media are ecstatic with his constant reality show
as they promote the fascism so blatantly obvious.
The World is dying
of hunger
of obesity
of terror
of war
of climatechange
of stupidity
And all we do is ignoring it
no, not exactly ignoring it - we talk about it
but do we really act?
All i see is more of what caused the disease in the first place
greed
power
religion
all wrapped up nicely in the necessary politics of the blind
We are being fucked.
onsdag den 3. august 2016
Lost
Lost
Wandering through the shadows heading for what?
Pandemonium, redemtion, hope, despair
When all is lost and everything to gain.
I cannot find my path on these straight lines
Shadows morphing into devils leading me astray
Or maybe i am coming
Home
tirsdag den 2. august 2016
Desolation
Desolation - i wept as i looked into your eyes
your beautiful eyes grey and dead
how i cried when i realised you had turned to black
and never to come back
I gazed into the mist
just to look into an everlasting longing
an everlasting bitterness
a barbedwire fence never to be breached
how i long to be there with you
forever black and gone
in the dark depths of your eternal soul
and your eternal death and desolation
Intro
What am i doing with this blog? I,ll tell you and then you decide for yourself if you could be bothered reading on (or looking - yes there will be pics).
I love photography and i love poetry. Yes you guessed it, i am going to mix the two. I will showcase my photos with a poem, or something like a poem, to keep it company.
Am i a good photographer? you can judge that for yourself.
Am i a good poet? Who gives a fuck, i am gonna do it anyway.
Enjoy.
I love photography and i love poetry. Yes you guessed it, i am going to mix the two. I will showcase my photos with a poem, or something like a poem, to keep it company.
Am i a good photographer? you can judge that for yourself.
Am i a good poet? Who gives a fuck, i am gonna do it anyway.
Enjoy.
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