Hyacinths

Inebriated by the smell of the hyacinths I sit here
and listen
to the sounds you play
your music
seeps into every nook of my soul,
my body
gradually becomes yours
and every string of your sound pulls the veil a bit more
until my mind discovers the answer to that everlasting question.

I love you.

I love you, like the soldier his general,
like the bird loves the sun,
like the green meadows love the deep blue skyes...

Restless

Restless
I go around
looking for something I lost - can it be again found?

Restless the needle pierces
keeps on busy
penetrating the red flesh
filling it with promises of a new pleasure

The hands are never still
the body wants always more
the mind is blown out
and restless I go around

Intyg

Härmed vill jag intyga att,
det som skulle va renaste nöje
mer än ofta - oftast - känns
som jobb-igt, arbete, plikt, tråk,
och allt mitt mod,
lika uppblåst som arbetsgivarintygets snillrika retorik
inte har förmågan att gråta
men fryser fast i en min
och bara gitter stirra i
det tomma
intet...

May I be...

I can´t be your Alice, I´m too grown for such. Neither your Penelope, have really no patience at all... Freya would suit me better, I guess you know that - sit and eat apples, be fond of a cat... But if it would be up to me I have just one question to ask - Do you want me to be your Gwendoline?

splitters...

you´re an angel
even though you don´t understand
that this - instead of being a blessing
is the toughest burden to bare...

your life lies in splitters
and no one seems to care
they look - but see nothing
blinded by their own despair...

as long as you remember
be sure not to forget
keep the flame - not burning, just shining
there´s still hope in there...

sometimes
it´s just me
it´s none of you
it´s not your fault
that I´m sick of it all

it´s their nature...

It´s not intrinsic to men´s nature to give life, neither are they prepared for the heroic deed of giving birth and raising children.

That´s why they invented war - in that way they could experience to have someone´s life in their hands.

That expalins it all...

Year 2010 AD is 1432 AH.

That explains it all... :-(

Bye, bye nighthounds

At last she killed her nighthounds.

Not because she had become a better warrior; she had, in fact, become weaker with time,
as if the faint breeze that played with her long dark locks had polluted her strong will and grown inside her.

But, maybe it was just this new acquired tenderness the skill that most helped her. When she looked at the hounds they were not able to disguise her intentions, and at the soft touch of her limp hand on their heads, they just sensed a vague scent of fear - quite natural, no soul remains untouched when meeting the nighthounds, they thought. They could not believe that those pale anaemic hands could hide such strength as to break their necks, so they lowered their guard and met her with playful minds. Seldom they could meet people when being awake, so they thought they could play their games of horror and gore as easy as when she was asleep.

But they were so wrong. At last she killed them.

With the soft but resolute grip of her hand she wrung the first one´s neck until the spine broke with a dry cracking sound, that resembled of breaking twigs for starting a fire. The other one stood nailed to the ground, starring at what was happening, without being able to understand the devastation it would bring. Until it couldn´t think no more. The light before its eyes disappeared
and the last thing it could sense was the echo of her laughter...