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Retrospect To be a better man kind and loving not hiding in a lie Do I have to forgive trespasses? And words and deeds raping my heart? Why are you blind to my torment and the cause of suffering? Surely you must know? You must see. I know you can see. I know you know … Continue reading Retrospect
For those of you who do not know: Tuomas Holopainen is the composer and founder of the group Nightwish. Their latest album, Imaginaerum, was released less than two weeks ago. The last song on this album contains a 6 minute long retelling of Walt Whitman's "Song of myself." At first I found this retelling too … Continue reading “Song of Myself” Retelling of Whitman’s poem by Tuomas Holopainen
My second blog award! Oh what fun.I feel honoured (especially since it feels like I've been neglecting the site a bit. I am on vacation after all). I have tried to be versatile on this site. Even though the majority of my writing (published here) is poetry there is a bit of prose as well (I am a … Continue reading The Versatile Blogger Award!
God's Smoke and Mirrors I hatch from wombs of sorrow spreading plagues of madness. Eyes of fire. Tongue of blasphemy. Hands of wrath. I am life's mistress. - F H Hakansson
Wasteland A man of fire crossed the desert Waiting for the calm of night. - F H Hakansson
Market of the Christmas Elves On Christmas Day in the palm of a warty goblin rested a Christmas elf in bondage. The goblin spoke: "I shall free the elf for the price of all your kindness and thus you shall never again see the man in red or Christmas- but a person who leaves an … Continue reading Market of the Christmas Elves
Torments of a Soul Crushed by an imaginary Gaze from a make-believe Lover. Oh, who are these cruel Gods that laugh behind my back? To think that I forced love into a box and threw it into the abyss of perdition, only to have it surface when another took me in her arms. How can … Continue reading Torments of a Soul Crushed by an imaginary Gaze from a make-believe Lover.
Slavery I did not ask for your presence. It was my sadness and fright. - F H Hakansson
This is a peom I found in an old facebook mail I sent to a friend at the end of 2009. I don't think it has been posted here so I'll do it now. The Rag Doll After a long quest for the friendly touch, I fell at first sight and hoped to feel your … Continue reading The Rag Doll
The Man in White Your birth will set kingdoms ablaze. You are mankind's fire. With these empty pages I change the world. Hear your name. For it is hallowed. Seypher. NOTE: I should explain here that while this poem can be read in many different ways on many different levels (such as showing how a … Continue reading The Man in White
F. H. Hakansson 