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Burning in the skies A Night of Wonder pt. II My mind's in darkness and I cannot erease these thoughts of you though I should feel for another. NO Twice - I shall live and thus my death will be quoted - Twice Detta är ett jäkelskap att leva utan nåd i helvetets eld [This {sic} is … Continue reading Burning in the skies – A Night of Wonder pt. II
Old death anew in fire A Night of Wonder pt. I What comes as through neglects this kindled fire within a bosom of tyrants. My fire scorches the Earth and you suffer my embrace. What creates this stalemate of equlibirium mortality is but a whisper and a tear of love and hatred combined. We suffer … Continue reading Old death anew in fire – A Night of Wonder pt. I
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
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
F. H. Hakansson 