Death is death
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
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When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
A bundle of carnations.
The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
The mournful mountains where we met
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
Worse than failure
Success is always close to failure — Michael locks the doors carefully. His gleaming dream is waiting for tomorrow; well prepared. Would hours training, tuning engines pay? Would he stand […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 