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Sweetheart That door is haunted. If you leave, you can never return. Is that what you want? To leave? How should I interpret your answer, when you face away, in silence? Are you pondering our memories, the times we shared, the promises made, and the warmth that I gave? Or are you thinking of that … Continue reading Sweetheart
I will find you somewhere in the past and love you again and witness your black halo Ah, my dearest angel. Sing me to heaven. - F H Hakansson
There they stood, the man containing the Core of the universe and the man dressed in white showing but one inhumane eye, gazing upon the rising tower of metal. The pinnacle of man's race - When the sun rose to wake another day they were gone, gone without a trace Babylon, craving in lucidity Babylon, … Continue reading Babylon
Free Free The Fire is Free - F H Hakansson
A diamond in the pigsty. Many would rummage and sniff about you but found nothing but a peculiar rock. Yet you remained there. To be touched. And tainted. I had to polish the grim surface to find you. I pray that from now on the only reflection I see in you is my own. - F H … Continue reading A diamond in the pigsty.
ONCE Mother's voice calls me to come back to sleep in her arms and experience youth - F H Hakansson
Dance, my Wretched Queen. Sing the songs of oppression and tug the chain around my neck. - F H Hakansson
I wrote this poem several weeks ago. I was supposed to publish it during New Year's but I never had time. Since we are still in the dawn of 2012 I'll publish it now (before it's too late). This New Year - Our Last Twinkle Twinkle little star I know who and where you are … Continue reading This New Year – Our Last
Inferno of Blood A Night of Wonder pt. IV I will tell you the truth now. I suffer from phantom memories. Of a woman that loves me. Of a woman that stands me near. Of a woman that is dead. Yet she exists in real life. In the … Continue reading Inferno of Blood – A Night of Wonder pt. IV
Grey Sheep and Blasphemous Shepherds A Night of Wonder pt. III What becomes of the dead? WHITE WHITE WHITE Until we drown in the darkness within I drown your love and with your vagina and the lips of skin that you flap in my mouth that licks tortures … Continue reading Grey Sheep and Blasphemous Shepherds – A Night of Wonder pt. III
F. H. Hakansson 