The Haunter of the dark

to H.P.Lovecraft and his world

The bell ones sounded,

with echo deep and dark,

into the night's embrace, 

followed by a distant bark.

Above the church tower

a shadow grew in height, 

the place looked no more holy,

surrounded by unlight.

Strange whispers filled 

the starless skies,

marking in an awe

the Haunter of the dark's rise.

Survivor

I have nothing but the words,

they have been all I got, 

for years now, just serving me,

to every purpose that I thought.

Expressing every moment,

every memory in this life,

that I lived from heavens down to hell,

from every jump to every dive.

So many times til now,

to follow there's no path,

so swum I in the streams

from any "this" to "that".

And here I am...

Survival of the fittest?

Well, being alive

is the reward most sweetest!

All I love

Why do I meet in my life

all who I love so late

that I never get chance

to get all the time that I need...

It is cruel like that,

nd so meaningless,

it just doesn't make sense...

Yet I still dig so deep in it,

trying to hold on it,

cause I can't give up hope,

when all love's in my reach.

Seagulls

I love to wake up
at the screams of seagulls
in the morning light.

It's always been the sea
that moved my soul to peace,
though born in mountain skirts.

How far I've gone
in the pursuit of all the waves,
that sing into my mind.

Finally I settled down,
where the sea went deep
to kiss the mountain,

deep into the fjord,
and both my worlds I dreamt,
they just collided.

I wake up in the summer now
to the voices of those seagulls
and feel the piece of mind.

Sergei

My little everything you were!

There was no moment 

that was not overwhelmed

by this sweet stare

of your big eyes,

the purr like dove

you made by touch surprising,

the love you gave me, 

so unconditional

it stole my heart!

My little everything you are!

I still hear all the sounds

you made around me,

the way you waited at the door,

the happy run into the kitchen, 

when I was meant to follow

and give treats...

I see and hear that all still!

My little everything you will be!

You'll hang around my neck,

the necklace with a piece of you, 

your sweetest soul 

will fly around me,

because we're bound together-

you and me,

my little boy, 

my sweet love, 

my forever Sergei!

Har glemt

Det gjør så vondt
å tape dagene,
bortkastet
i det samme mørket.
Hodet fullt av
tanker helt urolig,
når blir det fri
av dette alt?
Lys var før,
i begynnelsen,
inn i sjelen,
bakk så langt før.
Nå er det bare
overskyet,
kun tåke
og en evig natt.
Og spiler ingen rolle,
at ute sola skinner,
at fuglene flyr fri
med vårens sang.
Alt dette er
så bort fra øynene,
så bort herfra,
og åpnes ving'ne ikke mer....
Har glemt
hvordan å fly!

Anxiety

There's always something,
a pain, a symptom or a faint,
no rest for the mind, no break,
anxiety's cruel brush and paint.

Dark walls, no breath to take,
a neverending cycle vicious,
panick attacks blend in the mix,
not exactly a life delicious.

But not the fear is so bad,
nor all the false alarms,
it's the tiring exhaustment,
the loosing hope, that harms.

Anxiety's most evil part.