Author Archives: Emil Hjort

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.

You’re nuts!

there’s a strange bird sitting in a treeobeying these crazy commandmentscaring not for personal safety explore beyond known regionscome to some conclusionsbut keep your heart open don’t deny the joy of eating these fruitslinger not too long on the pastglorify … Continue reading

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Secret ordeal

Seconds away it ticksvolatile and insecureout of my good skin Nevertheless I came throughwitnessed most dangerous movesand stared across the abyss Forget about licenceand frightening oppositiontiny markings crossed out Wear your needle in your beltlook away from detailscomprehend it in … Continue reading

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Wealth

The shade is a place of mourninglosses amounts to nothingI could give them everything yet nothing We feast upon a graveyardcaring not enough for rebellionjust our feasting and stubborness The shade is our faithful luxurywe sit there, staring into the … Continue reading

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Damage control

sedated as if I was meanundoubtably senileand coming of age this ragethis killing spreethese uncontrolled emotions the logic is thinintentions hiddenthe magic behind the scene love is a heartbreakerand truth to be toldcold as ice behind the scenethis operatorready with … Continue reading

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The people

in these great hallsI am the lowliestand strangely touchy beyond me?I could not tell youI do not know they came to me in a dark nighthow am I supposed to know?how could I tell you? am I not fearful of … Continue reading

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Spear of destiny

sun is rich beyond measurea treasure beyond life itselfand joyous it rests there, be assuredof migthy potrayals of powerunlimited you must visit me this placetake my handI am of a lowly stock where dreaming is plainly obviousand nigthmares aboundand this … Continue reading

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Glorious morning star

the smell from the tiny bits of broken seedit enters freely through these placesenters gently tiny me sixteen of these hours I have seenthe smell of broken corpsesI had no idea tiny seeds of evergreencovers the vast worlduninhibited day dreams … Continue reading

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Hours are coming

beyond reproofand caringand sinister motives look at my future selfso attached to the resultcannot obey broken mirrors because in these fields there is huntingmuch tremblinga lot of empty shells distantunattachednot a care in the world enemies takes me for grantedthey … Continue reading

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Slaughter

Far North and beyond all daydreamingbeyond pale comparisonsand the faces of the death I saw in this vision something movinggathering friends and foes alikesomething desperate Could not perceive the alleythe darkness became my friendI took on a burden Shadows moved … Continue reading

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Fascist

These hands that are mineand spaces synchronizedrolling around the entrance of the tower gate Disjunct dissectionscreepy melancholyand bursts of loneliness and disease These spaces synchronizedto a beating heartI revolve around it Spaces of unlimited optionsgrant me silently a fista multitude … Continue reading

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