No way back
I stumble on the cobbled lane this cul-de-sac, this rutted one-way-street. Nowhere I see a crossroad where a path diverges, nowhere a bridge leads back. How can a lie be […]
Tag Archives: lies
yet again we believe and vote.
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
that blissful cerumen
The essence of disturbance are those levels when potentiometers turns to maximum of what’s attainable from his nuclear power blasts you brought You say in vain in futile screams as […]
what’s whispered from the withered walls – sonnet
hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost your hellish hallows from those hateful doves infected – nesting similar to ghosts one day I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 