Poetry

Weekly Business Review for Customer Support
- A Haiku

Inflow and absence
still keeping head above red
a good job, done well

Queues all dressed in green,
one agent done all the work
Enjoy the Weekend.

Agent absent, still
holding 2ndline backlog.
Offshore, expected.

21st Century Child

Bearing their soul to the eather
they are cracking at the seam.
They pay for the complacency of our youth as we condemn them with ambition and numbers
and leave them an ocean of plastic.

A Moment of Eternity

Let me walk bare feet in tall grass
Let my hair dance with the wind
Let my gaze leap from this cliff and soar to the mountains in the horizon
Let my mind sink into dreams born in forbidden forests
Let my hands find yours in the dark
Let my fingers get to know yours
Let them hide in the curls of your hair
Let them stay there forever
Let my eyes look into yours
Let them drown and never want empty air again
Let me for this moment disappear
and be nothing but the breath that escapes your lips
Let me be the fire that warms the hearth
Let my body dissolve and be one with the sun
Let me be the clouds that never miss the earth
Let my soul play among the stars, my brothers and my sisters
Let my mind sink into the earth, my mother and my father
and let me be the light that shines in the eyes of everyone I meet

Danmark

Sæt dig ned og gør
som der bliver usagt

Ralph Ellison

None in despair
None in joy
Son of the mist, tears of air
Friend to the wind and the rock
No greetings for this figure
No waving for this shade
Monuments carved from memory
Victories shaped by dream
Music does not exist without listeners
No one gave him his name

Really?

You may think that you are reading a poem
but you are actually a collection of probability clouds trying to create meaning out of vibrations in time and space.
Have a nice day

I shall Never Fear the Night

I shall never fear the night.
I have access to every book ever written by any author at any time in history.
I can listen to every song ever recorded by every musician who ever lived.
I can read a synopsis of every theory of science ever created, in less than 120 seconds.
I can eat food from six different continents, delivered to my door in less than 30 minutes.
I can have a face to face conversation, in real time, with any person on the planet, who owns less than 100 dollars of equipment.
I can watch hi-resolution photos of events happening on Mars, 24 hours after they occured.
I can immerse myself in a three dimensional representation of a carefully crafted rendition of life in the American West, circa 1870, down to the level of blades of grass, bending to my footstep.
I can spend the rest of my life listening to the recorded thoughts of the smartest and most well articulated humans on the planet and still leave most of it unheard.
If I close my eyes and reach a hand in any direction I will touch an object consisting of parts that have traveled more kilometers than I ever will.
As I write this, I am sitting less than 600 meters from a machine that’s shooting positron beams through a human body in order to eradicate a disease, invisible to the human eye and give a human an extra life.
I have 600 double-digit megaton hydrogen bombs, 28 fighter plane carrying, nuclear powered battleships, 1.6 million soldiers and the most sophisticated diplomatic system in world history keeping me safe.
I can eat blueberries in january.
I shall never experience hunger.
I shall never feel the sharpness of a blade.
Nor the crack of an axe.
Not the piercing of an arrow.
I shall never fear the night.

And yet I awake every night, confused, hungry, lonely, unfulfilled and afraid.
Somewhere, something is very wrong.

Dream of Fire

I dreamt of progress and of peace.
I dreamt of politeness and well-poured tea.
I dreamt of balanced tax returns and decent mortgages.
I dreamt of cheap dental a decent retirement.
I dreamt of four hour work weeks and flying cars.
I dreamt of Mars and Jupiter.
I dreamt of Chinese democracy and African prosperity.
I dreamt of information superhighways all the way to the moon.
I dreamt that my dreams were real.

Now, I dream of fire.
I dream of suits on the wall.
I dream of drowning in champagne.
I dream of being blind and being content.
I dream of sunsets in grey and dawns in green.
I dream of swimming in oceans of plastic and enjoying the taste.
I dream of craniosacral massages in black oil.
I dream of mindful yoga to the soothing sounds of autonomous drones.
I dream of guns pointing away from me. Lots and lots of guns. Far, far, away.
I dream of truth, exactly, perfectly, as I want it. When I want it.
I dream of silken slippers falling of my feet and damaging something beautiful.
I dream of disappointment and defiance in my children's’ eyes.
I dream of questions to which my only answer is “I’m sorry!”
I dream of guns in hands that shouldn’t carry guns and torches burning things that shouldn’t burn.
I dream of buttons being pushed that shouldn’t be pushed.
I dream of rusty doors to old silos being opened.

I wake in a bright, beautiful light.
And I am scared to the bone.

Memories