Blomman’s Art and Poetry

My mind, a small society to control a bigger task My life, a lost loyalty to wear an existing mask © Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-07 Continue reading

Inuti finnas, vakna och växa Från ingenstans, nu och sedan Vredens iver, söka och leta Baklänges färdas, ett platt fall Uppför kämpa, motsol streta Ljud i mörkret, ett ekots skall © Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-04 Continue reading

When the truth doesn’t hurts, an open sky of empty clouds and two souls in a puzzle, goes a love-filled river over my sweaty body When the love doesn’t hurts, a sunny sky of shiny talks and bright light in… Continue reading

Height of the door a question through forms of answers Color of the door a guessing game of dark mysteries Behind closed door a blind soul raises unknown expectations © Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-29 Continue reading

Have to spinn my world around my broken shaft Must stop my wheel inside my empty chest Need to destroy my earth in my bleeding hands Want to put my heart back to my dignity © Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-26 Continue reading

When all truth is bleeding behind the shield of wounds, walks a lie down by my back When fresh tears are falling upon the cheek of damages, blows a dream away from me When my destiny ends up beside the… Continue reading

Here are two short poems (in Swedish) I wrote on the bus on my way home from work. It took about 20 minutes to write them, but I haven’t a clue what I’m saying with them or what the message… Continue reading

Soundless steps in my heart that fill my soul of sweetness want to hunt my destiny to places of happiness I try to find, somewhere High volumes of voices in my head, play drums to push my thoughts on a… Continue reading

Afton på lätta moln dansar barfota fram i panorama vidvinkel långt från verkligheten Färgstarka fasader fångar förtjusningen i en blick, i en kontur av dina ögons färg En tilldragelse söka vy av objektivt mått med en blixt från en klar… Continue reading