Biography of Carsten Thomsen
..when simple words do not suffice - Im a ray of sunshine, a black cloud, Buddha and the 5th horseman, a brother, a son, a friend, a foe, a bum, a teacher (but still a student) , a smoker, virtual, bored, a unique speciment inhabiting a diverse world doing my thing as best as I can, a lover of sunsets fireflies and hermit crabs.In short: flesh - flaws - brains - balls ME.
Carsten Thomsen Poems
A Nice Bcith
She was a nice bithc though ugly as SIN Her
A Cab Drivers Confessions
And in the light of dying day your voice grew strong
The damage done The bridges burned The options gone The lessons learned
I saw him walking down the street dragging dead dog behind him.
Death Of A Teacher
Thirteen years older but hardly wiser I return to my past to find you
It could have been me There On life support
With smiles fragile as eggshells
The firefly - with the hermit crab a close second appears to me
As The Angels Cried
Gaping wound in the sky As the angels cried and God apologised for his lousy performance
“Now, what was I gonna say? ” I forgot. It’s gone.
He was a friend of a friend. A dirty undercover cop that would set you up
Dodging bullets gathering speed get over or rid of the things that I need
On The Road
On the road Away from monotone mundane
Pennies From Heaven
The drunken tenants had cornered me Set up shop outside shop outside doorway
The 6th Floor
On the 6th floor.
Below me only air
Standing at my window,
one step from murder