Author Archives: Emil Hjort

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.

Pale tender gods

This raging superstition has me takenthis mad fellowship turns onthick closets hides the urn Friendships turned to asheslike the pristine wildernessit revels in its glory Could not deny inner recessescould not discover true meaningswere blasted through the ceiling As if … Continue reading

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Fifty

Fifty grand oaks towers above usbeneath brances they lurkcome to my great day and pass through These oaks were like the oceancould not deny faces seenthese faces tied to our belly Still going strong despite the currentbut seventy men came … Continue reading

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Occasional Grime

Greasy tunip flowersis for a winters day primebut uneasy and complicated Look through the mirrorwhat are you within?pieces of ashes and dust Above it – eternal unrestMalice for a wide generationuncomplicated evil Grease me in your fortitudeyour dusty braverysilent cowering … Continue reading

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The Sun in my Eyes

By pressing substantial claims lets not fortify against all odds we are here nothing to surrender The Moon is bathing in my skin cannot change direction grey and full of sorrow it blossoms against all odds Simply a fortified position … Continue reading

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Passions

News are going to reach ears Of summits and clearly seen visions Cannot come to betray the inner The outer is mere upholstery Narcotic sweet flavors of a multitude Flows through my interior Beaten like a day of strife I … Continue reading

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Daydreams

For a while stay for the occasion Climb mountain filled with needs Chastity is far away and obscured Reckless like a pioneer Unable to falter and stand still Cannot endure these broken wastelands Flowers unites and spills their murky passion … Continue reading

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Nations

Twice removed by a storm it has come to pass now is no longer ignored Simply to put on trousers looking to score no longer a burden Tunnel collapses under my weight it has its origin far below coming now … Continue reading

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My salvation

To be joined and possessed neither is a calling set it up but don’t go too far Lies are tragic in essence could not believe the eyes could not revert my gaze Simply to offer the passing to submit flail … Continue reading

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In a thought

Inside the thought it remains like an idol it is set for betrayal cannot endure introspection it will fall like a rock Someday these things shall occur but as for destiny there shall be someone to succumb yet others shall … Continue reading

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God, soul and the world of multitude

God is in everything and everyone. Everywhere I look I see only Myself. There is no separation between Me and everything. Yet I am distinct from it. I am the things, but simultaneously transcend them. I am in everything, yet … Continue reading

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