Silently appearing from behind the scene
good speed in the early morning breeze
confidently steer onto the open sea
sail away to what else to see
It’s never to late to set sail onto the future, ha de Gött!
Sun kissed red granite rock, smooth and warm in the early summer evening.
Waves softly splashing their eternal soft lullaby, only broken by a jealous seagull scream.
Wind hushes your turmoil of thoughts to gentle stillness like a mothers soft humming.
Yes, it’s true, best things in life are free. Ha de Gött!
The world is my oyster
oyster is my world
gasping more more more
empty hollow shell
beached on display
pearl at pearly gate
Don’t throw pearls at swines, ha de Gött!
Spider king size bed
soft and cozy
rocked by the wind
Don’t let the bed bugs bite, ha de Gött!
Agitated voices, through the shut door
breaking glass, screaming and shouting
the ever cramping lump, in the stomach
pressing the pillow, hard over the ears
rejected and alone, holding a brothers hand
need
mothers warm embrace, saying it’s okay
caresses with hand over forehead
smelling of fresh baked, cinnamon buns
warm smile, under horn-rimmed glasses
humming a soft toned, lullaby
Today is Mothers Day in Sweden. This is to all mothers struggling to be there for her children. Ha de Gött!
Is it just an endless road
a road to nowhere
endless tarmac
from cradle to grave
curiosity
what’s behind that bend
more white lines tarmac
pull over and explore
find your own
green, green grass of home
Widen your perspective, take a small road. Ha de Gött!
Full speed ahead
A Happy Meal roadside
Eat, get your toy
Sounding brum, brum in backseat
Out the window, bored
Now, stuck in pit stop
Without a crew
Slow down and breath, ha de Gött!
There was this strange
man
Bald with gray
hair
A scary bushy pair of
eyebrows
Antennas from each
ear
Abyss deep wrinkled
skin
Must be something
wrong
With that foggy
mirror
Scary when you feel like that insecure boy and realize that reflection is you. Ha de Gött!
Live on, full of scars
Open wounds, live struggle
Core open to elements
Healing, full of character
We all have scars, that is what we are, ha de Gött!
Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 