After Midnight Ramblings

Well sometimes poets write stuff they just gotta get out even though it's probably shite. This is one of those times. It itches inside if I don't publish my scribblings somewhere and this time the blog gets to bear the brunt of that onslaught.

If the rain falls hard

and the demons cry,

let the wolves be there

and run with winter.

If the thunder of

the dangers of youth's inclined

to remind us yet again -

then hold your ground.

Can tomorrow be salvation?

Doesn't matter -life is now

and all you have to do

to soar this time,

is to let yourself fly.

Long Night till Dawn

I should be sleeping soon, I really should. Unfortunately I'm a night owl and always have been. Doesn't matter when I get up in the morning, nine times out of ten I still have to force myself to head for the sack before dawn. There's always something I want to do, whether it's tinkering with my art or if it's reading or writing.

Speaking of those elusive words -I was so happy the other day when I finally managed to write a bit for Memoirs de Mort, but since then the muses have gone quiet again. All I have on my page is a half encounter with an M-16, and that's not even for said novel. I suck at writing with hope. I need a mission, a reason, an incentive. Knowing I might get published once I finish the damn thing just doesn't cut it with me. I want to know that the work is not in vain. Stupid, but that's me.

Leaving, parting ways, saying goodbye

I have a flair for the dramatic and my poems often reflect that. Poetry lends itself well to sad and serious subjects and who am I to defy the muses? Many of my poems are about parting ways. Either bittersweet goodbyes or spiteful divorces seem to be par for the course. It's not the only stuff I write about, but it does seem to get more than its fair share of attention. Might have something to do with my reading material...

Anyway, here's another old poem for your perusal. Think I wrote it in '05, if I'm not mistaken and I can't for the life of me remember the title, but here it is anyway. Enjoy!

The times of gold and light
when we were of one mind -
I treasure them darling,
believe nothing else,
but we need to leave them behind.

The nights we spent just talking
and the days in excited bliss -
I remember them clearly,
believe nothing else,
they are something I will miss.

But nothing can last forever
and I have a drifter’s soul -
the winds in my heart are shifting,
I can do nothing else,
but leave to make me whole.

Maybe tomorrow will be
a different story for you and me,
but today is the day
when I’ll start to drift away.

In a year you won’t know my touch
like you used to know it.
In a day I won’t speak as I once spoke.
But when you think I’ve abandoned you,
believe nothing else -
I love you and I’ve loved you
and I will love you constantly,
even when we’re drifting apart.

And She's Back Ladies and Gentlemen

Yup. Feels pretty good to be back in Gothenburg despite the weather being nowhere near the bliss of this photo. I think it's started to feel a bit like home. Just good at adapting to new circumstances I guess. Even the rain is feeling more familiar than anything else. :-)

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Don't go crying all your sorrows

in the arms of dungeons deep.

Empty walls will fall asunder,

but shredded souls are naught to keep.

Fighting stone will blooden you.

Blood will wash you, clean you, heal you.

Blood is flowing, life -renewing.

Soul be fighting, walls are falling.

Time for tears when all is done.

Time for rest -when life is gone.

Packing

So, kind of stressed out over my trip tomorrow. My packing is almost done and I'm bringing too much stuff by far. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to bring it all on the plane, and getting from the airport will be a merry experience indeed. I'll have to get from the baggage claim to the bus, on the bus, from the bus to the train station, on the train, from the train to our apartment. All veritable joyrides, I'm sure.

Last of Autumn

Just a quick photo post. Was in the marina a few weeks ago. Or well, the inner docks at least, weren't too many boats around but this is an old ship turned restaurant. Lovely weather btw, I was really pleased with how the water turned out.