Last Saturday I met with one of my avid readers, of whose blog I frequently visit, Ben Naga! He is an amazing person and a great poet. We had a lovely time strolling through Manchester, talking about everything from poetry (what else?) to politics and travel. If you have not visited his site and read … Continue reading Meeting Ben Naga and Unread Sci Fi
Tag: poetry
Today is my birthday.
Today is my birthday which means I have a perfectly good reason to sit back, relax, and do nothing for 24h. But I won't - because I have things to do. After reading a bit of Atlas Shrugged (what an incredible novel) I went back to editing Project 1. Now, that I have done so, I … Continue reading Today is my birthday.
Lost
Lost We love the night Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion, pushing her up on her toes, balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction. Tonight is dark. Do these beings crawl here before we die? - F H Hakansson
Slavery
Slavery I did not ask for your presence. It was my sadness and fright. - F H Hakansson
The Rag Doll
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
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
Meeting the Archangel
Meeting the Archangel Descended thus, did he. The angel with one wing. Who are you? "I am summoned to bring forth a world of suffering." Why? "Of your past, was I, and thus the remedy for hurt. Of your present, am I, and thus embodying all woe. Of your future, will I be, and thus … Continue reading Meeting the Archangel
Spider
Spider A spider creeps up the wall It lingers in a shadow Until dawn. NOTE: This poem was originally a bit longer. I explained how the spider was gone when the light dispersed the shadow. After much rewriting (well, about 20 minutes of rewriting) everything beyond the first stanza felt redundant. Just reading "Until dawn" means the … Continue reading Spider
The Journey
The Journey Time. Where have you left me? All I can do is remain, and wander. The gears turn like clockwork. For whom do I travel? I wish... I could remember. - F H Hakansson
Of Flawed Seductions and Lonely Struggles
Of Flawed Seductions and Lonely Struggles Two days. I lost my saviour. We build cathedrals to our pain, The deeds I chose for our everlasting unity ruptured heaven. Establish monuments to attain, You fly away a one winged. Am I a freakish abomination? Freedom from all of the scars and the sins, Can I please … Continue reading Of Flawed Seductions and Lonely Struggles
F. H. Hakansson 