Small drabs and thoughts

[erindre]

its a never-ending story we are told from we are born on how to think, and how to act, on how to play our part the contradictions they are many, and never far apart. this place is machiavellian, with few and fewer hearts  

every determined society lives within a paradox where rules don’t count for riches, and money is the law men in suits hold triads, speaking hollow words yet they forget they hold the power that only they can change the course

all and one can raise their voice, and ask for help in need. protest when the sky looks grey and hope it goes away but only men in suits can listen, and act on their behalf if only they could pay attention the world could get some lost redemption

HH

[poetfromafar]

You wore me thin You drained me out All that has been I’ll be without A crack of dawn Another start Phenomenon Of healing heart

HH

[poetfromafar]

An undercover lover in a world of electricity and steel quite a new thing to discover understanding what you make me feel This iron heart is lined with gold   pumping inwards towards my soul feels like being kept in a stranglehold losing every inch of self control I’m not sure I will recover I’m not sure this is ideal an undercover lover in a world of electricity and steel

HH

[poetfromafar]

Ensom, alene, ene.  Før var vi 2, vi to Og samtidig en Men aldri ene, alene, ensom.

HH

[poetfromafar]

Bølgedrønn, malstrøm eller rolig drøm? Havet lokker med åpne armer, her er ingen høye larmer. Under havgapets dype sukk, leker fiskene spring og bukk. Høye daler og dype fjell, en trygghets citadell. Ingen ro er som havets ro, her kan de døde i fred få bo. Sovnet vekk i bølgen blå,  det er der som jeg er nå.

HH