I return on a cold night

A path of nascent, growing grass
has made me a homeleading and colourful path.
The road is surrounded by a dessert of snow
and when asked to leave, the wind whispered "No".


Shined upon by stars and a playful moon;
playing hide and seek with clouds, who are to find them soon.
The forests laugh and the storm falls asleep,
planets smile and the ocean stops its weep


Lunar's plea for the sleeping sun
is a virtuous deed when the night is long
And the tranquil song from the humming stars
is a guide into the morning's warming arms


My breath is a fog and the air is cold
returning home this season turned out to be bold.
Because I came from the sea and when I saw the shore
my chin was covered with frozen tears of awe.


As when I layed back my head to face the sky
the night asked only for a quiet goodbye.
I whispered a "thank you" to whatever above
and wished I'd return to all the things I love

The Journeyman

Once upon a time I was sitting by a road,
covered in sunshine instead of a coat.

I brought no bags, but was never to return.
I had only my heart to keep my soul in a burn

I had no hand from a god
pushing me onward
It was as it should be;
I was finally free

I walked the road - without any fuel
no food or water - some would call it cruel

But I fed myself with passion and lust
And when people asked "Why?" - I answered "I must"

And I only left to see,
I only left to feel,
Cuz' some said life was good,
I had to see if it was real

Lifeless Mind

A sudden awake in my mind that is trapped
captured and inside my body it is kept.
Memories pass and disappear on command
but I'm not the one who is ruling this land.
And it seems ever eternal, this dark and dull sphere
this universe has no life to find anywhere.
So with its harmless nature of not being alive
I can hover forever, imprisoned inside.
And a vague memory of those living outside
wanting to find life in the universe up high:
Their chances are better than those given to me
my voices echoe eternally, life isn't anywhere to see.

The World Post Apocalypse

Spring has sprung
in the life of this earth,
following the apocalypse
that launched a rebirth.

The meek are gone
and will their father find.
But I am more interested
in the horizon behind.

Yes, it is quiet
but I don't feel alone
'Cause it's on this hilltop
that I've built my home

And the last breeze of dust
Has descended from the sky
Witnessing survivors
crawling out to say: "Hi".

Purified from fear
and replaced it with a smile.
We're tired and defiled
yet happy to be alive.

And in pact with nature
from every abyss, to every cloud
we trust in it with our lives
and at night let it be our shroud

When the morning dances

All the birds want to sing along
but the morning's sun is yet to come

Every leaf is dancing and teasing.
Their rythmless dance is all pain-easing.

Nature's orchestra won't be quiet.
With this forrest as its scene
we're memerised by it.

Breathtaking trees and flowers arise
trying to reach these far, azure skies

Strangers are seeking help and care
and outcast are craving protection here

And with this much peace
I would easily fall sleep,
but this feels like love
and I don't want to leave.

A' lone night

The moon is full from where I stand

but how is it back in my sweethearts land?

Is the sky as dark and filled with clouds?

Has the night also silenced all the yelling mouths?

Has the drunks' party ended,

making everyone go home?

Are we the only couple tonight

were both sleep alone?

Just thinking about you is a mesmerising spell

but where my thoughts went can't anybody tell

And my last return won't be as the night

'cause I'll still be here when there is no light

(Never) Alone

Never alone and never on my own

Always a light on to lead the way

and to shine upon places where darkness lay.

And a quick thrust of my fist through the thorns

to save you, so you can help me count all dawns

to count everytime the sun rises up

and count every minute where it is above.

Shaping clouds and pushing waves

we blow at the sky to remove all haze

so our vision has dept and is more than a picture

and we can know the difference between this and fiction.

But who are those dark forces, hiding the sky from us

and the cloudcutting angels who decreases our loss?

They save the day when we're covered in black

but when we're caught again, to save us; They'll come back.

When leaders cry

A mist-covered sword was thrown through the air

as a symbol of our victory here.

Clothes of the men were stained with blood,

and it covered the ground as if drowned by a flood.

The corpses of hundreds were illuminated by the moon,

but the proud battleflags were still standing on the dune.

Our captain was looking with a cold and dead gaze,

upon the field of the shadows, upon every man's face.

And the sensation at this place, which we all shared,

was the living mark of what we at this day had dared.

We knew why we slayed, we had our orders,

but conscience should be the thing that would sort us.

A breathe of fresh air could not remove the guilt

and I thought it over: "Is it for this we are build?"

- "We had our orders, therefor they had to die!"

and when hearing those words, our leader started to cry.

Nostalgia

I have my moments where I recognize the past,

At places where I remember what I did there last.

And the sky seems the same, with its clouds without shape,

and here there is no harm and no reason to escape.

In the time of these moments, comes a scent of silence.

I forget every wound and kill - Unreal is the voilence.

My tears run dry, my face and mind is clean

because I'm back at the place that I have, more than once, seen

I'm there, but I'm quiet - the sun seems to be forever

it's father and creator must have been clever

It gives me warmth and lights up my eyes

And when we stand in its glory, we cannot tell lies

At once - The tongue of every man, the cry of any being,

I suddenly understand and therefor, smiles are all I'm seeing.

I cannot thank the world enough, for lending me its space.

But what matters even more, is that it let's me return to this place.

I think I've seen it all, but every little grass seems new

it doesn't ruin the picture though, it makes me grateful like the few.

I thank the world for letting me exist to see all of this,

and when I go home to sleep, in my dreams, will I this miss.

To see it grow

To see a child grow more every day
learning how to talk and discover new words to say
telling the surrounding world, of the joy and the grace
spreading hugs and kisses, with a smiling face.


To see roses grow, turning lovely red
and even with its thorns we will pick without regret
and give it away, as a sign of love
knowing that what we have, will grow soon enough


To see a people grow, acknowledging and evolving.
Admitting its mistakes, revaluing and solving.
Facing any trouble, with peace instead of war
Letting tranquility be a part of life even more.


To see a rainy day, turn into pure light
and thereby witness the world stopping a fight
A struggle is gone, new life is born
and we're all smiling long after dawn. 

The moth in the fire

My flapping wings, illuminated by the fire
just standing fluttering and charming but dire
I know it's life, I must feel it up close
How could it be dangerous?
Well that's life I suppose...

If I get closer, I will feel it even more
But can I tell the distance
before I am hurt as before?

Can I touch it?
won't I get burned?
Is the cost worth the reward?
Isn't it as I learned?

Inside the fire, I see her eyes
I read the truth of what she felt
Now I know there were no lies.

I see hundreds of hands
stretching to reach me
bruised from thorns
harmed unbelievably

Should I just fly away
and forget what I saw,
live in the cold dark
living as a flaw?

Or is there more in the fire
than I have ever believed?
I could take the chance to see
what miracles life has weaved

Into the picture and wonderful realm

I jump into the picture and reach a place
that seems eternal, but without empty space.
It stretches as far as my fantasy.
It is a neverending galaxy.

Here we have beauty, without coarse
freedom, joy and no delimiting laws
It's tall and wide, the planets are close
I'm glad we got here, before our own world froze

For every step I take, new land is made
I wonder if what's behind will therefor fade?
Is the nostalgia killed, because I cannot go back;
or must the memories remain so all won't turn black?

The sky is ocean blue and I taste the calm winds
one of them cannot be alone, they are as twins.
And so is my being and this wonderful land,
I am both the earth, the sky, the seas and the sand

Enclosing Darkness

Dove into the eye sockets,
like a lightless deep.
I've emptied my pockets,
before I made my leap

I guess the end is here,
but why is there a door?
Lying scared from the fear,
I found safety on the floor

Crawling beneath a shadow,
In a vain try to flee.
The darkness here is hollow,
Only I can stop me.

I ran tiredless and reached
planets, stars and galaxies.
Made it to the edge of the world
where the black hole leaks.

It's quite and dark,
no breath or sigh.
I have made my mark,
Now I'm ready to die.

One man

One single man believing


I am one man carrying the blocks of stone
planned to be used for what I'm building on my own
A temple of symbols painted so simple
that they are easily understood by decent and evil people.


Some may find this place after I am gone
but until then, I expect to be alone.
And those who find it, will walk the way I walked
see the things I saw and meet with whom I talked


I ran through the battlefields of raging crusaders
who had burning swords and was fighting nonbelievers.
They took those who questioned and pushed them into the abyss
and with bloodied hands, it was their God they dismissed.


I met with people of the greatest empire
who arrogantly thought that it couldn't expire
But their walls would crumble and fall to the ground
And I quickly memorized that doom-like sound


I swam through waters of hallucinating oceans.
Survival and my life became distant and rare notions.
But to fight and defeat my inner anxiety
I had to walk through the valley of sobriety.

But now I'm enjoying my life in peace
I'm free from boundaries, I'm free from the leash
And the annotations of my life that I've told
will enrichen people's lives, and the truth will unfold

Hearing silent & evil words

Smiling lips and diamond eyes
Are they hiding a truth, are they telling me lies?
Poisonous fangs in the yelling mouth
infecting the words heard by the crowd


Simple animosity without reason from the ghouls
led by the blinded, who makes them into fools
Who's the ignorant, the deaf or the blind?
Should I trust the one, who conquers my mind?


Question marks and demon tongues
these loud words, will empty my lungs
Why am I in doubt, is there more to confess?
Could I end my despair, by just saying "Yes"?

To my significant other

There are stars missing on the summer skies
because the only things shining are your pretty eyes.
and I'm never cold, when I see your face
because you and I enjoy summer in space.

Let's grow a garden as a stair to the clouds
it's there I will kneel, to tell you deep vows
and fly along until the sun goes down
or hope that neverending sunshine is what we've found.

Life seems so short, but we won't lament
what we have found, is what others haven't.
Some say the most honest is their God above
but I'm the teller of truth, when I say I'm on love.

Locked up to break out

So mediocre and unarmed.

Never spoken to and never harmed.

Locked up safely behind walls of windows

Touched by the sobering truth for widows

Tonight could bring us all we need

hours of walking where we strengthen our creed

The only changing things are the shadows we cast

They might be different in moonlight, different than last

Finally voidless and filled with something

the substance is new, I finally stopped sinking

And now that it is possible, the road seems wider

I can obtain the power and become a fighter.

You call me a leader, but I'm only a resemble of man

Facing doom, pushing continents and doing everything I can

The people hold my arms, the weather carries the light

We've been away for so long, but nirvana is in sight

Black holes next to life in Our universe

Wake up to the sight of silent destruction.

why did we build our home on an empty foundation?

Now we walk away in clear revulsion,

facing that we didn't answer the vocation.

Where will we settle for a new place of endure?

The world is big, I might never see it all.

But if the world is but egdes and limits to explore

fetch me the creator, I will tell him to create more.

Can we live in every corner of this expanding sphere

Where lightning stands still and hangs in the air.

Or will we die from the taint of tears in the bloodline    

So the screaming mind and numbing body are never to combine.

Saved from all but boredom, our vision will confine

desert sand and ocean water will meet but decline.

And this beach of chrashing waves and tall dry tides

will never entertain - not even thoughts will it provide.

But maybe we will find the library of human lives

Where a book is written for every pair of blinking eyes.

Where every step is counted and has its own chapter.

And you will be remembered for every time you've spread laughter.

We can be the ones, blowing clouds into the sky

and allow every sunbeam to gently pass by.

Standing upon mountains looking both up and down

letting all men and women wear a leaders crown.

The march into Tartarus

The armies of light have been sent from the sun and into Tartarus itself. A last-stand bastion against the evil that lurks at world’s deepest corner. At its farthest end.

I, among others of the winged people from the Horizon Kingdom, sit upon shadowless clouds watching our brave compatriots march forward towards the ocean of darkness in front of them.

Knights and captains of the glowing sun that’s shining upon their backs, with armors, shields and swords of gleaming light will blind the shades and shadows, only to throw them into depravity and vanquish – to never exist in our world again.

A clearer sign of hope, a greater symbol of victory through the good has never been seen – and glory is presented here in all its meaning.

To keep our troops from confusion, I shout to them from my skyhigh viewpoint:

“Men! Do not fear that darkening clouds nor the gloomy night may sneak up from behind.

The only drops that will fall from the sky from now on, are tears of joy from the people you defend, who sit among me and thank the greater fates that evil finally will come to an end – because of you!

We are eternally grateful to you and you will be celebrated for your deeds week after week, month after month, for this is truly the greatest moment in the history of a world made for the good!”

We’re now only waiting for their unquestionable return...

We know they’re still alive, due the light that still shines from their blessed armors, down from the deep pit and all the way to the surface of the earth.

The only cries of terror are from the dying savages of evil who are being destroyed by the hands of good men. And total peace and nirvana seems to be in clear sight…

Blind but seeing - Dead but living

When our vision turned gray, and eveything seemed blur

we stopped looking back, at where we were.

We learned from every step, our feet felt the sand

altough our eyes were blind, we could still see the land.

I saw the people who threw the vial of truth

into a tainted well, only to end their youth.

They turned old and weak, they could barely stand

but they made the choice, and chose to be banned.

Every word in our language started with a sound

We made our toys of what we had found.

So when intensions are good, even a punishment can relieve

Don't let a lack of vision blind you - just stay strong and believe

A matter of Punishment

Man will always look, with eyes of red

upon their world in ruin, upon where they bled.

They will step on life and banish all reason

float in mistrust, and treat friendship with treason.

Driven by an instinct, living as the feral

becoming the threat and causing all peril

Spoken to, by a voice of power

but standing lifeless and dead as a cadaver

Because of how we act, we are the punished and the blamed

never held accountable, but self-immolated and inflamed

We never earn respect, never thank or salute

So our hearts turn to stone, when peace we do not pursuit

In the end, we will stand under the sky

watching the sunset with a never-blinking eye.

We will be statues of glass, that never moves an inch

 and be of no harm, unable to flinch.

How I spend my night

As I siege this field as my viewpoint to the sky,
I widness the wonder of a night going by.


I want to see the aspects, of the sunset and the dawn,
but lazy as I am, I let out a yawn.


And the stars all appear, first none - then one.
We know they are there, and might never be gone.


I will remember this night, as the one were I saw,
the world go both to sleep, and wake up with dawn.


Were I saw both the death, and the rebirth,
of the home for us all, that we call: mother earth.

I'm just getting used to the view...

Hi everybody! My name is Alexander, I'm from Denmark and YES, this blog will be entirely in English. Maybe not American- nor British-English, I honestly find myself in a nice place in between those two, yet I know it shouldn't make a very big difference since this is a blog, and not a vlog...
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I have a great interest in poetry, philosophy, general socializing, human behaviour and putting words on thoughts, trying to describe how I feel, how others feel, describe how I see the world and maybe how others do.
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You see, what has come out of these interests are poems that I have received great criticism for - In fact so good, than I have decided so share my writing with a hopefully further expanding audience through this blog, instead of finding myself stuck on Facebook with just around 400 friends, and perhaps less than 15 people ever reading my stuff.
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