Saturday, April 13, 2024

Writer's Notation

 The [106] poems published here in this blog are all original works, penned from 1998 to the present, covering twenty-six years of life memories and experiences inspired by life, art, friends and family. They are taken from the pages of my journal books - books numbering One through Eight. Information and back stories for the poems is posted in the Comments link to each poem.



More writings to come.

[untitled]

 april 2024

the spring started with a blizzard
heavy snowfall
...
some weeks have blurred by
maybe a month, or so
I can't remember anymore
I've been locked away again
stuck inside the prisoncell
of my head
thoughts
anxiety and depression
words to other poems
fill my mind
I've missed far too many opportunities
to write
laying late nights in bed
with headphones on
Daniel Johnston or Waylon Jennings
missing late nights - the middle of the night
alone
writing
yet I don't care
about the weed,
wine or whiskey anymore
-
oh to be creative again.
to create.

once again I'm finding it to be
a severe struggle to be happy.
feeling like
I don't want this life anymore.




Saturday, January 26, 2019

Failing...at Life, and Slowly Dying

my ears ring deafening
my heart pounds hard and heavy
in my chest
my stomach is twisted in knots
I am so exhausted
I just want to sleep
sleep away life
yet the caffeine from the coffee
has me wired
wide awake
shakey and jittery
hunger does hit
my stomach grumbles
knowing I should eat
yet I can not
can not bring myself to do so
the thought of food
the thought of eating
my stomach twists and knots more
I get nauseous
I go numb
the shakes and jitters return
overtaking my body
it's a fear
the fear grasps me
failing...at life
falling apart 
-
love and hate, hate and love
beginning to hate the love, and
love the hate
how will this life
of a broken man end?
how will death be?

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Out of Work, and the Possibility of Divorce

beautiful days are gone
the fire inside
that once burned for passion
and inspiration
is dying out
the positive hippie vibes
and love was suppose to be
the most powerful thing
it's all rotted away
forty-three years of life
and I have nothing
positivity and love
have become a lie
turning to hate the world
this is no life to live

Monday, October 22, 2018

[untitled]

we shall overcome
words
along with music notes
on the upper left corner
of sculpture art
in the skövde library
I sit
trying to write my thoughts
of despair
those words
we shall overcome,
I need to overcome
those words
they fall into place so perfectly
in this moment of life
a stupid cliche
for inspiration

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

[untitled]

an april spring tuesday
I stood in the bedroom
folding laundry on the bed
staring off
out the bedroom window
out over the balcony
the paved pathway
cutting through the still barren trees
the woods
it was the apartment in sweden
I thought about the traded view
the apartment in norway
the balcony there
out over the rooftops of wooden houses
the street of lokkeveien
out to the fjord sea waters
two different scenes
still - all mother nature

Thursday, February 26, 2015

New England Memories

non-existent
new england memories
I was born there
but raised in the south
now I live in norway
a small seaside village -
son
...
son reminds me
of those memories
I never knew