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...
Anyway, if you see this, you either:
1. Know what this blog is going to consist of
or
2. ... You don't.
If you find yourself in the situation of thinking - "Hey, I actually have no idea whatsoever about what this guy's business is!" Then please... read on!

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.
If I still got your attention, then I'm a happy guy!
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.
Long story short - This is the place where I'll be putting up my writing from now on (Aside from my personal Facebook page)
So please enjoy your stay, leave comments and what not if you like/dislike what you find here.
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