My lovely paradox

The sun shines through my windows,
But the night lives on in my mind.
Thoughts of a melancholic moon, you,
Imaginary jealousy, a wish
To just leave things be.
Oh, it’s simultaneously light and dark,
Life and death,
But either way,
Nothing
In the end.

War? Where?

Hear the thunder as it comes,
Count down the seconds,
Watch for the flashes,
Flashbangs and guns, shouts,
Demonstrations, the thunder, as it comes,
As it comes,
Closer and closer.

The guns, the guns,
Come closer and closer
Till they stare you in the eye.
The thunder, it comes, rolling through the sky.

Now is not a time to be blind
To the thunder
And the guns,
So put your hands up
And raise them in the air
And wave them around
Like you just dont care.

Misery Loves Company? something like that

Why is pain a place of comfort, and not joy?
Why not the peace of a warm embrace,
Or the sound of the rain outside,
While I am safe, inside, with no complaints?

I love my own company, my love for life,
For the flowers springing up
From the concrete, the birds
Singing in the trees outside my window.

Why then, when I sit
And put my pen to my thoughts,
And my thoughts to the paper,
Do I continuously choose
For misery?

Another poem about love, death and whatever is in between

A moment’s respite
From mindless melancholy
Bones barely breathing
A crushed carcass
Buried by the weight of a silent generation
The prophets that foretold
All that is known and unknown
The coming of hell on earth
A thousand years of glorious madness
So, ravenous vulture with your wings,
Nocked bow, an arrow
Pointing at my heart
Oh, it’s the excitement of love and death,
Self-hatred and pride, legacy
And oblivion
In an empty sky
Where the stars are not welcome
And the sun does not dare show its face
It is the night
That never ends
It is the night
That gives me this gift
Of a moment’s respite

Certainty: Death, Love, and Everything in Between

Late night surround sound
The city lights in my mind
Explosive thoughts, touches
Heart, body, mind, in ecstasy,
A sensory overload that leaves me
Reeling, dazed and melancholic
For days, but I chase
The high, the feeling of being
In love – in love with an unobtainable being,
A serving, a portion, an abortion of love
It had a foundation but that’s all there was
Deleted fetus turned off
By the machine, that hides
Behind clouds, doubt and indifference
All around, as my thoughts disappear
Into the loud, late night surround sound

Scabs and Scars

I keep picking at the scab
A habit
I see it bleed
The glaring red spot on my cheek
A mark you left on me
When you crawled into my skin
I don’t want
Another scar, a story to tell
So I think
I might just leave you be

Temporary Time

Everything is temporary:
The flower in the sidewalk,
Happiness in a rain storm,
The tears after a great loss,
Life itself.
The lack of permanence provides the value,
As if everything was forever,
What would it mean?
What would its purpose be?
But no, we get to choose
How to spend our limited time,
And with who.

That’s why I’m glad
For my temporary time with you.

Poem: silent love

Melancholy and fireworks
Shoot into the sky
Heralds of a new age
That’s neverchanging and relentless
In misery, a lack of company
Present in the dark night sky
In my mind, and in my mind’s eye
I see the end of it all
Misplaced among the vines
Thorns and gravestones
Can you see the God
In the middle of the path
Butchered and broken
It is love, so misshapen
That it becomes as silence,
Destroyed when spoken aloud
As the raindrops drop on my face
A mix of tears, confirmations
The body and blood, proof
That we have killed him
All comes crashing down
Deep into the ground
Where I lie,
And lay myself down
And I won’t make a sound

JD Poetry

SOS to the stars