For KAway without being foreign, on a cool summers morning,
rays of bright light are cast through a window,
all is in whites, just escaping from a wonderful dream,
every sense as sharp as it's ever been, I awake to what
feels like the first day in my entire life.
Carefully, as not to wake you, I turn to the side,
where I glance into angelic eyes, so intense that my heart
stops beating for one beautiful moment, till I hear your
soft voice, 'Tere', and my heart must once again make a beat
so as to allow me to answer.
What follows might be nothing but wishful thinking, but
clearly it stands in my mind, a smile so warm and kind,
our arms soon around eachother in embrace intense,
I breathe deeply, with a mind overwhelmed by an urge to
say words that I have never told you in their purest form.
Your mild scent, your warm body, and a moment I wished
would last forever. A whish in memory and in fantasy granted.
This memory,from a year or two ago, is among my most treasured.
The man who became a machineThe man who became a machine.
by Jimmy Bøgh Christensen on 5th of october 2010
As pure streams of energy rushes through my skin I stop for a moment
home, as I know it, in this place in my mind.
The reapperance of feelings feebly lost in the mists of time,
a comforting thought glimpses in a short distant breath.
Lost here, feelings of stillness, restlessness, and the all consuming
tranquility that comes with this state of mind.
Simple thoughts gently passing by, like laying on the soft long grass
hills in a valley of greens, reds, violets and blues. The soft warm spring
wind gently caressing your skin as you watch coulds on a blue canvas sky,
drifting by with no effort.
And yet, a darkness, that I should not explore resides in this machine.
Logic, as it would seem, and cynicism, makes a solid base for reasoning,
that all of this is worthless.
It seems that for every emotion, and every action, there is an explanation,
which when put in the right terms, shows no sign of humanity. Eve
Mad ramblings.Strange hypersensitive feeling of loneliness,
confuzing desires and distastes,
weird repulsion and attraction,
truth always just beyond reach,
infinity the answer.
What a clouded crystal ball this mind is,
what a wonderous thing this life is,
such nonsense, such waste, such beauty,
could be found only on the edge.
Satisfaction in discomfort found,
perspective by a crave skewed,
and by intellect defect discouraged.
At loss control,
at gain carnal lust.
The self sought in the other.
Timezone - The writingHey, you, out there.. reading this..
Are what are we doing? Where are we going?
In this digital utopia.. With all this magic
waiting under our fingertips.. All this
beauty, waiting to be seen, heard and felt?
Is there time.. For this kind of feeling?
In theese days?
I hope there is.. I hope we can share, and
be free, and live good lives.. Without
slavery, of the body, or of the mind.
I hope we can take a long look at ourselves
and truely see, what we humans have become..
So much love, and so much passion.
So much creativity and so much happiness.
Lost to greed, and to selfishness.
But here, on the net.. There might still be
some faint kind of hope. For us.
Don't let corporations lead your life.
You are not a marked, you are not a target
group, you are not a potential customer.
You are a human, living here, and now,
breathing, and feeling.. You do not need a
product, to make you feel like someone,
you should live your own life, free of this
superficial identity that evil men are trying
not art.I wonder
If there might be another one out there,
who like me, feel so devastatingly alone
that she might do anything and become whoever
just to find a hand to hold, and a body to hold.
I am saddened by the thought that I think is
true, that I might really be alone in this world.
There are nody out there for me.
There are not another person who feel like I,
who search for this golden moment of joy and happiness.
Disbelief, in myself and all others, in this system
that failed me, this system of laws, this system
of social consensus. That system i hate so dear,
this system that is wrong, and these people whom I
loathe, and this behaviour that I despise, this
human emotion that I wish beheaded.
myself, for this, I hate, this world, and those people.
They are alien to me, and I'm the stranger.
I am at fault, and to blame, I misunderstood.
This planet, with these humans.