"Und die Seele unbewacht
will in freien Flügen schweben,
um im Zauberkreis der Nacht
tief und tausendfach zu leben." -- Hermann Hesse, "Beim Schlafengehen".
I wander aimlessly around
This world I cannot understand.
Bereft of touch by pleasure's hand,
My flowers wither on the ground.
I greet the day with loneliness,
Still pierced by strangers' empty stares
Wherein there are no worries, cares
About this brooding hopelessness.
The colours have but faded now.
This frantic, joyless land of grey
Has fed a colourless dismay,
A pallid heart that I allow.
Forgive me that the starry night
Is what I crave and what I yearn.
It has a life that I d
Born to nothing, and have achieved nothing, apart from a certain clarity that existence after all is as existence should be. And that is not a small thing, because in the end, most of us travel through life without the hint of a notion of what it means to be. When I am not just another capita in the masses, I like to misbehave as a poet, drummer, awkward bonvivant, the Jean-Baptiste Grenouille that lives inside of all of us, a literary, prosodist, hedonist, pantheist, idealist, posthumous symbolist, despiser of restlessness and advocate of the passions.
I write poetry, and have so for many years. However, being Danish, it is only very recent
The darkness creeps beneath my skin,
and shadows lurk, a phantom ghost.
I fear I let the demons in,
some sinister and dreadful host.
My life is wearing thin.
But save me, Sun, from all the ill
that dwells within my wounded mind,
so give me warmth to shed this chill
and shine your light, for I am blind:
I bid you, show your will.
I have been wronged with much dismay
by night and all its creatures there;
and this might be my final day,
then, please, arise and show me where
I find my sunlit way.
Collaboration work with Seda: To the Sun.
I walk upon a barren earth,
I'm losing all that ever had some worth.
An empty void is all I feel,
and wounds so deep they never seem to heal.
The distance hides a cold visage
that seems to haunt me from its camouflage:
A face that's torn in crooked laugh
that spawned on all my troubled years' behalf.
Wherever I can see is death,
I feel it when I take my very breath,
and skulls are scatter'd on the ground,
A chilling silence is the only sound.
I can not shake this coldness off,
I breathe this poison air with ev'ry cough.
If only I could find my way
back from this path that led me so astray.
I harm the ones I truly love,
in scorn I raise my