Grey,we’re grey, betrayedaway slips daysaway our life’s astraywe walkdismayed in claywhile weighedwith words unsaid, Again it’s grey,it’s grey todayaway awaywe’re waylaidwe stray delayedsurveyedunpaidwe’re playeddelayed we waitwe wail a whilewe pray […]
Even now, on the quivering edge of winter solstice, the nights are not dark enough to shroud or obscure his mania of picking at scabs of every promise unkept. Even […]
When he called me, just to tell how far it was to fall, how dark was depth beneath the sill how much the voices told him that: “you have nothing […]
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
deep emotions puzzled him raged as thunder embered skin too hot sadness weighted, wilted sinking underneath he’s brined intestines snaking, burning spit obstructed breath for a noose prepared no symphonies […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 