Walking Eastward

14th Aug 201914th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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I look at the faces,
and hear an old tune.
A sound of non-being
fills the void.
My mind goes wandering,
still the darkness.

But along deaths path,
towards distant hills –
I still behold the moon
and river waters clear.
There, my song
charms me asleep –
until the end.

A door to yesterday

13th Aug 201913th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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A picture I came across from my trip to South Korea. I wrote this poem a couple of days ago.

The shape of the day,
and smell of a summer shower.
Before, she made it something.
Now, the bird song
shortens a memory lane.

A spot of sunlight changes its grip,
the earth shakes.
Just enough to remind me,
that death is death –
all over again.

A new road

10th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Pictures: Taken last night.

Once in life, I was amongst

the well-known flowers –

yet always withering.

The darkness chasing after me,

a suffering for no reason.

So, I took to the road

from sunset to sunrise –

to recover what I had lost.

With hope and searching hands.

A place for Apparitions

9th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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I escape to the coffee cafes,
to hide myself.
Again a pen and solitude,
hold a guardian spirit.
And inside, an alternative
to a fog of fatigue.
The powerful totems, stand tall.

A travelling poet

18th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture: A wall picture in a restaurant this evening.

A poet moves forward,
there is always another poem…..
my joy in life – all else was left behind.
Tomorrow I will travel,
and enjoy it.
Another search for words,
with white light – giving them glow.
I can see my breath,
and a silver moon through the trees.
Just like the old days.

Night of the firefly’s

17th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

I intended
never to grow old.
Or be a man,
with fish bones …..ambling
out of bed to find love.

But age comes,
on sand and each grain.
Yet, I still want to see sunshine
at the beginning of summer.
And meet you once again,
on thin ice.

Snow is on the way

16th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My drawing this evening.

A tune of being,

filling the void.

A paradise by the river…..

I wonder where the winds

of winter have gone.

And then……

I shift my pillow

closer to the moon.

Encased by winter

15th Jul 201915th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture; Harbin, Heilongjiang, China.

On a journey, ill

my mind wanders.

I thought about you,

in the heart of the fire.

The sky cracking,

adrift between the

earth and heaven.

A sudden death with eyes,

and the last nights of nights

I have tasted life…..

to its utmost.

Tangerine dream

12th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture taken last night.

22 hours without electricity.
My apartment feels like
a Finnish sauna,
clouds and water running
wild all over my body.
How striking this smell
of damp flesh.

Outside explodes with laughter,
as people chew the darkness.
While others sleep like tangerines,
drifting in this instant…..
a little casual death.

Walking through rain

10th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment