Watchmen E-Book

Brian Ingemann Schierning Holme

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 41

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

The observation of human daily lives spectated through the eyes of an empath. The thoughts, emotions and conditions that reflects the many impressions of the masses, as well as the one individual.

Leseprobe

Table of contents

Preface

Poems

Haiku

Bonus!!!

Lyrics of a Viking

Preface

Where do you go when the world collapses and how did you even get back on top, where did you get the energy to become a part of society once more, where did the pain vanish to.

In a society where stress, depression and confusion often lay a man down, you do not notice that little thing that got you back on track. That one person that miraculously entered your life briefly and pulled you back towards life. The one person that lives his entire life anonymous and faceless.

This collection of poems is the portrait of one of those persons. We are many born with unconditional empathy.

Omnes conjuncti sumus. (We are all connected)

I will end the preface with this passage.

Love gives the strength to see beyond.

Use the strength to see others and help.

Pleasant reading

Brian Ingemann Schierning Holme

Poems

Attractions

Worthy is the human

Who treasures all life

Who nourishes it

And lets it grow

Worthy is the man

Who loves a woman whole

Who respects and honours her

And lets her blossom

Worthy is the woman

Who loves a man whole

Who respects and cares for him

And lets him grow within

Whether you are man or woman

Always be true to each other

We cannot survive without each other

That is why love is bliss.

Conceived

A heart filled with light

A mind filled with darkness

A walk in the shadow of loneliness

A punishment fitting the crime.

Born with the ability to see beyond

Closing it, denying it, rejecting it

Never looking, never using, I will not

Living in the loneliness of emotional solitude.

A prisoner in time and knowledge

A misunderstood schizoid time traveler

Did not see the dark awakening

The seduction of the flesh.

Walking in this world alone

Hoping someone will see

What lies beyond the flesh

The passion that lies in me.

In the meadows

Running through the meadows

Blue sky of happiness

Butterflies painting colors

Flowers scenting enchanted

Lying in the meadows

Watching clouds forming

Feeling butterflies tickling

Scenting the pillow of flowers

Happy thoughts in my head

Happy emotions in my heart

Sizzling feeling in my body

Scenting state of euphuism

A product of love

Giving love to the world

Energetic instrument

Seeing with eyes of love

Nexus

Naive is the soul that is pure

Pure is the soul that is untouched

Untouched is the soul that has never seen

Never seen has the soul that is naive

In the soul that is pure lies love

In the soul that is untouched lies goodness

In the soul that has never seen lies kindness

In the soul that is naive lies forgiveness

Beauty sparks in a soul that is fair

A soul like that is very rare

Souls are often touched and impure

But occasionally a soul is to endure

To find a soul in which virtues are honorable

Is a search in which no hope lies beyond

But seeing into a soul like that

Is a moment in time standing still

The voice of the past

Alarm clock is shouting

A new morning has arisen

Horizon greats with red dawn

Giving nourishment to the soul

The smell of fresh brewed coffee

Bewilders my sense of smell

Philosophical state of body

Do not know what the day will bring

Walking through the streets of emotions

Letting my soul run free to feel

Impressions bombarding with energies

Loving the complexity of people

Walking among the humans

As an entity without an equal

Helping the needed from within

Never wanting anything in return

Crack

Whispers loudly scream

Sadness silently kills inside

Loneliness turns into solitude

Sociality is but a distant roar

The horrible truth of life

Love is but an emotion

Built upon the vast nothingness

A monolith for a shred for hope to cling unto

The ill faith is bestowed the human

Who tears down the walls of indifference?

Simply to watch them re-emerge again

A task entrusted a guardian of life

Transcripts of time rebuilding inside

A vortex wave of beguiled destruction

No hope, no faith, no love, no future

Waiting for inevitability to reclaim

Purity

Love is a sacred bond,

A bond between two souls,

A gesture of acceptance,

Giving your true inner self.

Combining getting stronger,

Stronger as a unity that knows,

The ways of the other heart,

Feeling with the selective soul.

Ups and downs are unavoidable,

It is how they are handled,

Fighting with the selective soul,

Is the way that it might work.

As long as the souls are pure,

A love will always be strong,

But if the soul breaks, and is defiled,

Then the chance of love surviving is slim.

Relic

Expiring oldish dying breed

a kind heart for help in need