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ALARM at 6 AM "Awake, awake, a dawn awaits. Do not look left, do not look right, keep all heads straight, or fall behind. * Work and toil, tomorrow's another chore. But know of reward and promise at last when soil falls upon your brow." - F H Hakansson
Art A flower did blossom but none watched its grace. A framed flower hung in a foyer. All stopped to praise its beauty. - F H Hakansson
Human Will He took another bite, moaned to himself, and closed his eyes to dare dream of pleasure. Beyond brick walls; an explosion that shook Earth, and the sound of muted fire. - F H Hakansson
Curve My home touched Earth. In sleep I could not see. Tall towers of glass rose above. I awoke but could not move. Even air could not breathe. - F H Hakansson
Well A foul creature rummaged the mud. No sunlight shone down the bottom of the well. Ragged corpses and mocking skeletons His only companions. Jagged teeth and broken nails scratched the stone walls. "I want out!" The echo drowned his roar. One last breath and all would fade away. Beyond closed eyes a spark of … Continue reading V: Well
Aother Book Our tale has just begun. We turn the first page. Words of eager thoughts are spoken but the pages are without numbers and there is a back cover. - F H Hakansson
Glimpse Ahead A framed picture hangs on the wall: A bald young man tied to a tube-feeding machine, smiling to a world of trees and flowers. At the bottom it says in bright yellow: 14th August 2084 In the glass reflection enclosing the picture An optic lens shows. Perceiving what once was. A metallic raptorial leg steps … Continue reading II: Glimpse Ahead [& Ayreon – Computer Reign]
Political Brew I tossed screaming infants into a cauldron of blood, while spiders weaved webs of lies. Faces of Parents showed therein. They yelled in rage and cursed in agony, but could not harm this castle of mine. - F H Hakansson
The Poet's Fall She leans forward and kisses him. He savors the taste of her lips - smacks his own to enhance the flavour and make permanent the memory he is creating. When he opens his eyes again she smiles before him. "So, how was it?" "It tastes like raspberries hidden in overgrown blueberries plucked … Continue reading The Poet’s Fall
Rebellion of the Livestock My butt is a delicacy and you eat it with joy, and my hide is couture, now ask how I endure! For I am mighty and so is my kin, we plot with dolphins, and build armies of bears. You believe you own us, and all meat within, but our gas … Continue reading Rebellion of the Livestock
F. H. Hakansson 