Randijaur, Sweden 2008






















perdidi musam tacendo, nec me Apollo respicit:
sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.


"And i find myself...
finding all my trails in treacherous mountains...
twisting jagged peaks..
bouncing violent echoes on soft bodies..
out of breath, feels like being alive..

and these static waves, ever rising in slow-motion..
ever looming.. over valleys of green fields..
and it doesn't matter how fast my peacemaker heart beats.."

A Voice In The Silence

Dulcinea

He is not mad
His thought is clearer than
The saner man

For in her he saw
Beauty overflowing
Through the tattered clothes

She was his queen
She is a queen

In dreams he
Wanders the dark
In search of her

Solace's Works

Poetry	08/07/2008	Oceans of monotony pass me by indifferently
Poetry	04/17/2008	Pillars Collapse - A Mute Rebirthed In Anguish
Poetry	10/29/2007	Insufferable Exegesis
Poetry	08/09/2007	To Perish By Silence
Poetry	07/22/2007	Human, All Too Human
Poetry	06/06/2007	when the spirit is left out, the form is dead
Poetry	04/20/2007	Remembrance Agape
Poetry	03/28/2007	deliver me unto death - that I might stray a while unfettered
Poetry	01/24/2007	Perpetual Misgivings
Poetry	01/17/2007	crippling thoughts alone on the sidewalk
Poetry	11/11/2006	To Those Sent Forth To Suffer That Threw Down Their Swords
Poetry	10/19/2006	A Soft Heart In My Breast
Poetry	08/20/2006	A Painting Without Words
Poetry	06/18/2006	Homo Homini Lupus {Man Is Wolf To Man}
Poetry	03/10/2006	A minute in my hands, could make your moments into an infinity
Poetry	12/19/2005	Vallambrosa
Poetry	10/07/2005	MODICUM ET IAM NON VIDEBITIS ME

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