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Kjeld Vk Poem
The sea laughs, its waves arise,
A timeless dance beneath vast skies.
Drifting freely, living today,
The tides erase what words convey.
Heaven laughs at our fleeting fight,
Who will fall, and who takes flight?
Ups and downs like the ocean’s roar,
High peaks crumble, low tides restore.
Why fret for victory, or weep for loss?
Life flows on, no need to pause.
The rivers laugh, the mountains sigh,
Heroes fade, their echoes die.
Yet in the breeze, I find my place,
Lost in solitude, time’s quiet embrace.
Bold and lofty, free from the strain,
Of fleeting glory or endless gain.
The waves will wash all dreams away,
Even life bows to their sway.
But what of that? Why fear the tide?
A noble heart has nothing to hide.
Cast off the mask, embrace the flame,
Forget the world, discard its name.
True self stands firm, unyielding, free,
Lonely, yes—but true to me.
Though my life may set like the evening sun,
Its splendor lingers, the race is won.
Through crashing waves, I find my song,
Laughing wildly, where I belong.
I live as the sea, vast and untamed,
Savoring joy, unbound, unchained.
Even at the edge, where shadows descend,
I’ll laugh, defiant, until the end.
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I rose from flames that kissed my wings,
A timeless dance where rebirth sings.
Ash and ember, my cradle, my shroud,
I burn anew, fierce and proud.
I watched them gaze, their fragile eyes,
Afraid of death, of fate’s disguise.
Yet I am death and life entwined,
A creature forged beyond the blind.
The fire does not scorch it shapes, it molds,
It claims the weak, but the strong it holds.
Each searing flare, each blinding glow,
Marks my path where mortals won’t go.
I’ve soared through skies of endless flame,
Carved my legend, whispered my name.
Not bound by time, not chained by fear,
I rise where others disappear.
They call it pain; I call it flight,
Through searing heat, through endless night.
Their fleeting lives, their fragile frames,
Cannot grasp the truth my fire proclaims.
For I am eternal, unbroken, alive,
Through death’s cold hand, I still survive.
Each fall, a step to rise anew,
With flames reborn, the skies I slew.
So let them wonder, let them dream,
Of feathers bright, of fire’s gleam.
For I am Phoenix, unyielding, free,
A flame eternal, destiny's decree.
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A spark awakens,
not mine, not the world’s
simply the way unfolding,
like dawn upon still waters.
Through soil and root
patience takes hold;
stone yields,
and the mountain breathes with me.
The river guides my hands
its current teaches
to flow without grasping,
to bear strength in quietness.
As seasons turn,
the form refines itself.
What I thought I shaped
was always shaping me.
The wind lifts me upward;
clouds open their gates.
In their vastness
I forget where I end and they begin.
Now art and heart are one pulse,
moving as tide,
resting as stone,
alive in the silence between breaths.
Transcendence is not departure,
but returning
the first spark,
endless in its shining.
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In a haze of cheap liquor and losing bets,
Where dreams drown in nights of cold sweats,
Someone scratches truths on a weary machine,
Words torn from a life raw, jagged, obscene.
Rejection mounts, a tower of scorn,
“Too crude,” they sneer, “too broken, too worn.”
The world turns away, calls the soul depraved,
Yet the words keep flowing, unpolished, unshaved.
Deadend hours for a handful of dimes,
Spilled on bottles, on blurred-out times.
The night consumes what the daylight spares,
Chasing shadows through stale city air.
Years bleed out in a blur of despair,
Self-loathing stitched in the seams of the stare.
But deep in the dark, a spark takes hold
A fire that refuses to wither or fold.
“Stay and go numb, or burn for the pen.”
The choice is hunger, again and again.
Pages pour out, no mask, no disguise,
A truth unrefined, no polished lies.
No saint, no hero, just flesh full of flaws,
Shouting defiance at indifferent laws.
Not for the crown, nor the world’s acclaim,
But to spit out the fire, to carry the flame.
Trying is safety, a way to retreat,
Real work is bleeding, jagged, incomplete.
Success isn’t born from getting it right,
But from standing alone in the wreck of the night.
Purpose is pain, a furnace that sears,
No peace without grief, no love without tears.
No greatness without the breaking apart,
No creation without the risk to the heart.
Life is a circus, a cruel fleeting show,
Where fear makes us shrink, makes us small, keeps us low.
Yet beauty lives in the cracks of the soul,
In the scars we bear when we fight for control.
So live, scream, and bleed, let it tear you apart,
Follow the fire that burns in your heart.
It will ruin, consume, and grind you to dust
But truth is the only companion to trust.
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I once screamed
But the echoes faded,
And slowly, I lost my voice.
I once cried
Until the rivers dried,
And slowly, I lost my tears.
I once grieved
But the weight grew lighter,
And slowly, I bore it all.
I once rejoiced
But joy turned distant,
And slowly, the world stood still.
Now, all that remains
Is an expressionless face,
A gaze as unyielding as stone.
In the void of my heart,
Only perseverance lingers,
A quiet, insignificant ember
That belongs to me alone.
Yet embers endure,
Hidden beneath ash,
A stubborn glow defying the dark.
It flickers faintly,
Whispering to the void:
"I am still here."
Though storms may howl,
And shadows press close,
This ember cannot be quenched.
It waits patiently,
For a breath, a spark,
To ignite what was once lost.
From this ember,
A fire could rise—
Not to destroy,
But to warm the hollow soul.
A flame to remind the world:
Even the smallest ember
Holds the power to burn bright.
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The sun hides behind shaded walls when darkness descends and shadows rise.
The sky grows dimmer yet still feels so bold as the day fades and night falls.
However, a thread of light soon starts to develop and a gleam appears.
The battle is over, the sun returns, the night flees, and the day triumphs.
Even shadows have a role; they help us learn to deal with light.
The cycle repeats itself, the light remains, and the darkness subsides to reveal the day.
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The nights you’ve squandered, shadowed, cold,
A silent tally, never told.
The hollow ache, a constant guest,
A day repeated, an empty test.
No gentle dawn, no whispered plea,
Change storms the gates, wild and free.
A forceful hand, a midnight’s claim,
Or rot in comfort’s fleeting shame.
The fragile lies, the threads you weave,
“Tomorrow comes,” the words deceive.
But time, a thief, steals quiet grace,
Leaving behind an empty space.
Tonight, the pen a sharpened blade,
In silent hours, a truth displayed.
No guru’s wisdom, no magic gleam,
Just ink and paper, a waking dream.
Unmask the flaws, the buried fears,
The whispered doubts of passing years.
Tear down the walls, expose the lies,
Where hidden truth in darkness cries.
No borrowed words, no scripted fate,
But your own voice, inviolate.
The silence calls, a haunting sound,
To face the shadows, stand your ground.
Rewrite the scenes, reclaim the days,
Forge a new path through life’s dark maze.
No waiting grace, no soft reprieve,
The pen’s sharp edge you must believe.
To claim the story, fiercely done,
Before the fading of the sun.
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He stands upon the edge so thin,
where dark begins, where lights grow dim.
One step beyond the world he knows,
to chase the path that madness shows.
No crown, no praise, no guiding hand,
no map to mark where he should stand.
Yet whispers call from depths unknown,
where dreams may rest and truth is shown.
"The fall," he says, "is worth the flight,"
the void is lit with phantom light.
Not for glory, not for gold,
but for the spark that fear withholds.
The chasm roars, but he stays still,
a fragile heart, unyielding will.
And as he leaps, his step reveals
a bridge where hope and fate align.
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no crown endures, no throne remains,
Death levels all, in silent chains.
Immortal dreams, mortal frail,
In shadow's grasp, all faces pale.
A king may rule with gilded might,
Yet he, too, fades in endless night.
A beggar’s plea, a child’s cry,
All echo faint when time runs dry.
The sky looks down, impartial, cold,
On fleeting power, on treasures sold.
Why bow to pride, why grasp at gold,
When dust reclaims both young and old?
Each name inscribed, each title claimed,
Will vanish soon, like candles tamed.
The strong oppress, the weak retreat,
Yet all are ash beneath time’s feet.
Death whispers soft, a song so clear,
A final truth all hearts must hear:
No difference marks the high or low
In death, all paths to silence go.
Yet in this truth, a freedom gleams,
For life’s no more than borrowed dreams.
And while we walk this fragile span,
We’re kin, not masters man to man.
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I am myself, yet without a name,
a ripple in water, a spark in flame.
Where the self fades, simplicity grows,
all life equal, as the river flows.
The world unravels its endless chain.
a stone, a tree, the same ordained.
Each has a place, a moment, a role,
unbound by time, a shared whole.
Beauty fades, and flesh turns to bone,
yet the heart that sees is never alone.
The mask of form will crumble away,
revealing truth at the break of day.
The tiger’s hunger, the eagle’s flight,
a sacrifice made in love’s pure light.
To give, to nourish, beyond one’s breath,
is to honor life, transcending death.
A bear consumes; blood stains the earth.
A mortal cries out: “What is life’s worth?”
But deeper still, the wise will see,
the bear, the man one destiny.
If I don’t descend to darkness, who will?”
The good steps forward, serene and still.
body offered, his spirit whole,
boundless love, embracing all souls.
So love the stone, the sky, the trees,
the restless ocean, the gentle breeze.
Let go of form; embrace the whole.
All is one—the world is soul
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