discovery

darkness swallows,
engolf's, overpowers.
hiden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
a world anew begins.

where everything is possible,
while demon walks next to man,
you loose yourslef,
only to find another,
around the bend.

time has no meaning,
pain is exploited,
and as the moon shines,
evil comes to play.
hidden, people cower,
but all that is there,
is their own fright.

darkness swallows,
engulf's, overpowers.
hidden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
we discover ourselves.

wondering

you may wonder,
and ponder,
but the only way to find out,
is by asking.

darkness

darkness is peace,
its thinkness covers,
envellopes.
truth is found in its depths.
warmth,
cold,
pain,
love.
darkness does not discriminate.
truth be told...
something new can always be found,
everything is clearer,
fresh.
darkness is everywhere,
let it show you why.

night

all is quiet,
but the owl,
she hunts

War

war is just a social battle,
it starts out small,
then people get killed.
it starts to grow bigger,
'till theres nothing at all.

Panason

Panason,
a place of glory,
redemption.
for all those who seek it,
forgiveness is rewarded.
truth, loyalty,
all becomes clear.
at Panason.

poetry

poetry is not hard,
nore easy.
there is only one rule,
you must express yourself.
you let the words flow through you,
to let itself take the wheel.
to be free,
no worries,
you write and the words come alive,
poetry.
a gift.

waiting

have you ever missed a bus?
or gotten lost?
alone, you wonder.
my life, all you do is wait,
either to be found
or to find someone,
but the one thing that really keeps
me waiting,
is myself

death

death is not heaven nor hell.
to pass is never really known,
but for those who have.
some say it's painful,
while other disagree.
a santuary?
or a prison?
or perhaps no feeling at all?
to lose someone,
is to lose themsleves.
white or black doesn't matter,
because in the end,
we're just dead.

wonder

where i sit,
i wonder what its like
to have no pain

freedom

to fly to the depths of the earth,
to wander around amelessly.
no clue where you're going.
or why.
that is to trully be free.

uncle bob

on that cold and frosty night,
i would not jump,
not with him.
Uncle bob said " jump my boy,
have a little fun!"
hmm..... uncle bob is dead

alone

alone, i like thinking.
about what ?
Nothing.
I just like thinking.
alone.