Ruptured Pilgrim through the ruins of a dream. Ashen rain falls. In reflections of past voices We are reborn. - F H Hakansson
Tag: poem
Of old man’s eyes and bitter lies
Of old man's eyes and bitter lies Often human birds sang of life cocoons of bitter experience filled but butterflies sang of joy no - I cannot comprehend their melody fine rhapsodies of jail time they played but the mortal is beyond comprehension but the mortal is beyond liberation of father of Gods (set in three) give me … Continue reading Of old man’s eyes and bitter lies
XXIV: Christmas
We celebrate Christmas on the 24th in Sweden but since many of my readers are from America I chose to publish this post a day after. How was your Christmas celebration? Did you enjoy having a post published here every day? It's been a bit more than a year since I started this website to … Continue reading XXIV: Christmas
XXII: The Goblin King
The Goblin King The fat King wobbled to his throne, beard sacking behind, belly flapping in motion to his hips. "BRING ME MEAD!" He spoke through a device amplifying thought. The servants scattered with sweat pouring down the brow. All rushed to the king with filled glasses in hand. He opened his mouth and all … Continue reading XXII: The Goblin King
XXI: The End
The End Smile and pray No fire fell today But doom falls upon all some day. * Death already came Cloaked in the skin of man. Earth screams in silence and Venus weeps for its sister. * "Thief! Stop!" All turned but no one moved. The cold winter had frozen heart and conscience. * False delusion and greedy … Continue reading XXI: The End
XIX: A Reflection on Time
A Reflection on Time I sent a letter to the past using words I cannot recall. * I received a picture fom the past A smiling man and wife along two children I flipped the paper and saw scribbles. Without you I could never last. - F H Hakansson
XVIII: At Midnight
At Midnight A shark smiled at sea but no cucumber stank feet so I dove towards the Sun where three ravens played guitar. Oh - howled the stone before it sprung grass on the ocean floor. Who will play Chess with me? Wondered a lonely whore. - F H Hakansson
XVII: A Wizard’s Curse
A Wizard's Curse "Reveal thyself, my Master, for I heed your final call." Old man with cane in hand moved from shadows to the land. He appeared to a courtyard boy who sought a kingdom to destroy. "Bleed death on shining armors, kill all those who aren't farmers, I need their toil for winters come, … Continue reading XVII: A Wizard’s Curse
XV: A Dream
A Dream A final touch completed his model; A castle of ice on glowing brimstone. He smiled upon the impossible His thought had changed the world. - F H Hakansson
XIV: Eyes
Eyes "I have seen the end, and the future of mankind. I tell of visions and warn leaders of demise, yet who heeds the call of a blind and poor monk?" - F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 