As the new dawn goes we sprinkle the seeds of unbound rascality
The calamity of the bygone drive-by solitude
For the youth that sows we sink our deeds in offshore synchronicity
The simplest treaty of the offbeat blastoff attitude
As the new dawn goes. As our yesters close. As first ...

So it is finished.
This time, this year, these lights we kindle.
As the season gathers comfort and rejuvenation
In a world uncertain, but beautiful, still we kindle.
As the darkness stills and the winds cradle
Dressed upon these lights, these years we kindle.
As the heart wishes what to ...

The used left behind. What is the news to come ahead.
What is the flesh to succeed distress when questions fades to mesmerize.

They come all announced. What slums remains unshed.
Which nerve secretes success when secrets fades to realize.

That ill they suppress. That illumination still creaks.
Who’s ...

This is gonna be yet another rambling kind of post and a long one at that–so be warned. In the recent month I’ve been doing some soul searching that ties into this personal Christmas shopping spree of sorts that I’ve had recently. To be more specific, I ...

I had a solo game of Neuroshima Hex this Saturday morning where I discovered something peculiar. I was playing army Borgo against army Dancer and I was quite mesmerized by the aesthetic and playing mechanic of army Dancer. Usually an army in Neuroshima Hex consists of over a dozen playing ...

Been dragging my feet writing this Sunday article - among many other things - as I’ve been hit by this latest compulsive obsession of mine to keep rearranging my Youtube library to perfectly push out the distracting vestiges of my past internet media consumption, in order to become more focused in ...

This is an article I’m writing after midnight while being drunk on mixed drinks of brännvin and julmust. It’s November. I need booze to cope with the Scandinavian winter gloom that hits your soul like a hammer this time of the year (It’s a thing up here ...

Poem Nr. 14: Deep’s Locker


Let no unheard muses call their stages.
Sink them into soundlessness down below.
Take no unsung makers to their pages.
Sink them into uselessness down below.
Grant no untouched prophets for their sages.
Sink them into soulessness down below.
Have no undrawn breathers hale ...

Poem Nr. 13: Ka-Boon


Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead


Helixfinger Out!

Poem Nr. 12 (For halloween): Death Wishes


All that remains is cradling the grave.
Rocking the burial ground that is left to decay.
And still, I say, still your heart’s mourning beat.
For even in defeat, dawn comes to greet some more.
Never wish death, for death wishes you ...