Humans again
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
A world set aflame
The world is a vampire, sent to drainSecret destroyers, hold you up to the flamesAnd what do I get, for my pain?Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game (From: […]
Being taught to read
He who can, Does, He who cannot, Teaches.George Bernard Shaw The aged librariancater for the books to rememberthe teachers from his youthwho taught him to quell his curiositywith encyclopedic text […]
Waiting to be read
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
Plastic Jesus
Manic for his mansiona man of sort, a snake-oil driller, boasterskilled at nothing, still believerin himself, his self, a self to serveto kneel before Gilded heart is hiding stonesas for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 