Armed and loaded. . .
- Damn the torpedoes!
Bomb my brain out
give me a hunch
a wink and a blink
so I can find
my way out
- There is no stairway to heaven!
Existentialism
is like a sandwich
when it is finished
there is no more!
- Dungeons and dragons!
Seems like life on a
long and winding road
where my feet’s
keep on going!
- And life feels so slow
Religions and politics
are like a mouse in a wheel
where sensibility is a deal
nothing seems to be reel
- Questions makes me crazy!
Where the heck
are the answers’
my brain is a mess
and life is a chess
- Black and white. . .
is the road where I am walking
on grey fields, the ashes of today
where everybody have to pay
just to stay another day
- K A B O O M !
Steeping in a minefield
exploding sweet memories
is passing by and by
shaking in a corner
- WHY, why, why
So I cry
out in my loneliness
of what was a little boy
that grow up to be a man
- And here I am . . .
Rock you like a hurricane
with poetic napalm and
sharpshooting words
just before it calms
- Se you another day!
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-09-27 at 22:38
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