Life, That Is
Syllable Poem in text and on video
What's the point of it?
Where does it lead to
- life, that is?
We're born with a scream,
and we die with a sigh
- and then what?
Well, that's too much for words to catch
- way too much.
But what should we do with the time we have here?
What to make of life?
What kind of feat
would be sure to make it worth our while?
A deed, praised by all,
which will last as long as the world
- at least!
Is there a quest,
a path meant for each of us born,
a goal we must reach,
a prize we must seek,
for our time on this globe to count at all?
It might be just us.
Games played with our heads, by our minds.
For sure, they play with us.
They trick us, and kick us,
and show us as fools,
torn to the bones.
Yet, it might be more,
more than our minds.
Some plan for it all.
Well, I've spent more than half of my life
- way more -
and still have no clue in sight.
Don't tell me: Love!
It's a flame
that will burn all its fuel and be gone.
Don't say: Kids!
They come and they go,
and then theirs, who knows where?
Don't say: God!
It's a name,
just a name for the stuff we don't know.
Me, I spend my gold on wine and smoke,
I read some books, I play with words.
I hug a friend, and kiss a dream.
Now and then, I have some fun.
Now and then I don't.
In some way, by the end of the day,
it's all the same to me.
I have this hunch:
I will find what I should have done,
at the very time
when there's no time to do any more.
My "Syllable Poems" are written exclusively with one-syllable words, which is not that hard in the English language. All the words of fundamental importance to a poet have just one syllable.
Here's my Youtube account, if you prefer going there to see this and other poems as video recitals:
Click the header to read the poem.
Give me a drink that saves my soul...
What God Are We Talking About?
My thoughts on the basic questions of theists and atheists:
If a god exists, and if so - what kind of god?
I Like to Watch
I like to watch. Don't you? This is a video poem about the pleasure of watching. I call it a syllable poem, because it's made up of one-syllable words.
When Dogs Die
Do dogs have ghosts? A video filmed poem about souls. I call it a syllable poem, because it consists of only one-syllable words. The dog's name is Max. It was still very much alive when I posted this video, but later its owner told me that's not the case anymore, sadly.
Life, That Is
What's the meaning of life? And how to find it? A video filmed poem. I call it a syllable poem, because it consists entirely of one-syllable words.
Love in the Snow
Love and death and snow. A video poem about how they relate. I call it a syllable poem, because it's written entirely with one-syllable words.
I C U
Who is watching, and who is being watched? Here's a video filmed poem of mine. I call it a letter poem, since it is made up entirely of single letters.
My Other Websites
Myths in general and myths of creation in particular.
The wisdom of Taoism and the Tao Te Ching
, its ancient source.
An encyclopedia of life energy concepts around the world.
Qi (also spelled chi
) explained, with exercises to increase it.
The ancient Chinese system of divination and free online reading.
Tarot card meanings in divination and a free online spread.
The complete horoscope chart and how to read it.
Click the header to get to the webpage where I present all my books in English. Click an image below to go to that book's page on Amazon.
I'm a Swedish author
of fiction and non-fiction books in both Swedish and English. I'm also an artist
, an historian of ideas
and a 7 dan Aikikai Shihan aikido instructor
. Click the header to read my full bio.