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
a grin and cigar
your crazy grin.
Your arms covered