that was then but this is now

Magik is the moment of creating
realms within realms
that blissful rapture
into freedom
of the imagination
and joy of the soul

Magik is the moment
of moments when
even time appears
with trickery
of the mind
in person

Magik is not
easily spoken of
without killing
some of it
in the process
so care should
be taken
in the utterances
thereof

that

only by magik
may one truthfully
express the finer
points of the art
magic of the pen
and the hand
who gently serves
the higher mind
by intimacy
and enthusiasm
divine

this dance of the joyous hand
upon the floor of letters
in the hall of mind
and the dancer
knowing only
music
and the music
thereof

this movement
of the ghostly
in the light
of may
and the observer
therein
seeing phenomena
as it rises and descends
in the valley of  cherubim


the mysterious
outpouring of silence
from the cup of
wisdom
and the drinker
thereof
enlightened
by ecstatic
whisper




for let it be known
that beyond the sound
of words and their meaning
one finds a greater peace
unspeakable of
and divine

that though
i love the expression
and the symbol
thereof
it is by no
means an obsession
of mine
nor a decease
of some kind

that though
i express myself
as though i was
educated at foxford
i merely enjoy
the free flow
of inspiration
ye know

much can be said
about nothing at all
but i rather speak
nonsense any time
of the day
to mock the seriousness
of the program

i am one who
mocks and blasphemes
the established law
of thought in the fabric
of man
with love
and the love
thereof

i am a genuine hippy
in a material world
working against
the machinery
with psychedelic
tricks n herbs

i am i am i am
a big ego about
to explode any minute
any second any hour
any day of the year
allways allways
exploding
imploding
did i just hear
someone yodeling?

and why?`

is it me
or is it not in fact
a british authour of odd books
who dvells within
who lives again
through me
and feeds me
with these old
british thoughts
of the country
with horses manure
and tea in the kitchen
trays of buiscuits
and pictures of
her majesty
the queen
dancing lively
to a fiddler
on the roof

finn!

Der ulven speiler
seg i månens klare
bilde
finner du meg
ulende

der  honning bier
og fargerike blomster
møtes i skjønn
forening
finner du meg
summende

der fjellets
bekker fosser
friskt
finner du meg
skrivende på
dette dikt

der ord blir
til bilder i sinnets
teater
finner du meg
malende
mektige blågrønne hav
stolte skip
og solbrente  pirater

when

WHEN YOURE IN HEAVEN
YOU FEEL LIKE  IT WILL
LAST FOREVER

THATS WHATS
HEAVEN IS ALL
ABOUT

THIS FEELING
SO STRONG THAT
TIME CEASES TO EXIST
ALTOGETHER

ETERNITY
GROWS NEW BRANCHES
IN THE ANCIENT TREE OF LIFE

&

THAT IS WHY

A REMEDY THAT ALTERS
NORMAL PERCEPTION OF TIME
IS GOD GIVEN
AND SHOULD BE
USED BY THE EXPLORER
OF LOVES DIVINE

ETERNITY
IS RIGHT HERE
BEYOND THE BODY
OF TIME
ENERGIZING
ENTHUSIASM
WITH SPIRITS
SUBLIME

i know

i know you are there
reading this
in silence
but i can hear
you reading
it loud
and clear

thats why i write
poems
they are my
specially designed
tracking devices
&  attract psychic
energy
into my head
to keep my light bulb
glowing in
the dark

so hello
there my friend
hello
we meet again
and again
there seems to be no end
and there isnt

This

This mindful eye
this tower of the watch
this elevated
state of awareness
in this moment
of bliss

this day
and this night
both gay
with their own
delight
this hour
this minute
this  love
with no limit
no brakes
no chanse of
avoiding a
speeding
ticket

this obsession
with rhyme
this occupation
with   time
this this... Unspeakable
desire to Speak
With  Desire
yes desire
to liberate my soul
by the Sincerety
of my Words
and deeds
gentle & dire

this !

This is it
and thats whats
what
the very silvery
essence
of the alchemical
world &
the phosphorus
idea
of paradise
contained
in the egg
of babes
and
worshipped by
the innermost
legions of  mind
dreamers
and their families
of surreal

this lust for
the deep within man
and the oceans
pulling him under
in sweet surrender
to the nymphs
of oblivion

this drunkeness
of the mind
with its mild euphorias
and sweet visions
is a trap door
that leads
to no-space
and no-time
where all that is ever known
and remembered
becomes deleted
by the entity
of void

this is where
the soul
breaks from
the everyday life
and delves into
ecstasy
this is where
we die
and this is
where we
return from
born again
neo-pagans

Falling

I have fallen
in Love
from the heavens
above
i have fallen
in Love
no longer
a dove

i fell from
the freedom
skies in love
to serve man
and experience
their kind

i  fell in love
and hurt my knee
i  fell in love
like a drunken
bee
and soon
i  was now here
to be seen

and now there

i  was everywhere
i knew it
instinctantly
said the wise
owl in her tree
pointing to the
moon with
her wing
like an wise old
seer


my  fall
have since
affected all
small and tall


the archetypes of love
and the unwritten
laws of eros
and the written
laws of the religious
and the bedritten
laws of a government
which claims authority
over mankind
with symbols
of enslavement
and blind obedience
to the church
of dominus
dominabus

and the voice
that was heard
soft whispering
secrets untold
of how

thOu
thEe
& thiNe
have

fallen to earth
in love
in love with love
the familiar soaring
angelic in the heavens
above

Aynything goes

anything goes
even without feet
or wheels
or boats
But they are useful

anything goes
because it chooses
not to run
wich it could
but that would
be another story
in another time
and place
beyond
the sun

anything goes
because because
makes it so by magic
&  the laws to wich
nature responds

anything goes
a long way to proove
really nothing at all
but the energy
IS there

anything goes
not when but right now
at the very moment
of typing these
black little
letters upon
the screen
of white

this is where
aineething goes
this is the place
where anything visits
to party with the manimals
and the freaks of tomorrows
dreams

Being

he spoke his mind
or so he
thought
to himself
on quiet
evenings
reflecting
upon the surface
of his tea
an expression
of  both wonder
and glee

but what
he later learned
through
poetry
and pun
was the presence
of a gnome
within
his rubber plum
a chit chatting
leprechaun
chewin
on a juicy
strawberry
gum

amazed
by the little
one inside
his mind
he set out
to blaspheme
the world
of ignorants
with haunting evidence
of beings of another
kind

beings that
use  imagination
to penetrate the veil
with its many layers
of perception
inspiring  in us
great vision and
holy mystery
wich makes
for altered ways
of thinking and seeing
the world
of you&me

beings that
knows from
aeons of experience
how to make
man connect with
the universe and
know secrets
that are beyond
the world
of modern
science

helpers and guides
from the spiritual dimension¨
whos clarity in occult
matters
makes hidden treasures
and horrors
unveil
to be faced
by the face
of the head
that governs
the body of light

beings not spoken
of in the open
but whispered about at  night
by  the fire side
when the moment'
is  right
when magic
and the mystery
is just ripe

he

he said too much
too fast
and
nobody
likes
that

he just
let go
and became
someone
that no one
could control

he strayed
from the path
of no return
stumbled
head on
into the fire
and started
to burn

his head
was on fire
his spirit
aflamed
and those
who saw
him feared
he had
gone insane

he did
what others
dreamed
and dreamed
what others
did
and this
way he knew
how when
and where
to look for
secret information
and put it
straight through
poetry and rhymes
wich emerged from
under his fingers
as he let the old
piano play
its own tunes

he was a vehicle
for the gods
and whenever
he spoke the world
did tremble
and move
in ways that
only magic
can explain
and it doesnt

magic is more
about the wholeness
of any experience
that blows any
attempt of simple
explanation out
of its dirty water
and makes
the miracle
obvious to the
newborn babe
of the egg

magic if explained
can only be a magical
explanation
that does not
pay too much respect
to a materialistic
world view

like a how a tree
explains wich
direction the wind
is blowing
or a duck
explains
the beauty of
being a natural
born swimmer
on a lake
in spring

nature
explains to
us magic
in ways
that only
a witch or
a magician
may  understand

nature
contains
all of us
in a sphere
of ozone
and ether
a shared
fludium
of in visible
air

Skjermtastatur øving

Ouija
board
for beginners
part 1
getting to know the board
eenjoy thee flow of the pointer on the slick surface.
Let thee mind be in a statee of alertness
as the pointer moveeth over the letters
and Let intuition decide
upon which letter
to point out
and soon thou shalt come to know
the one spirit of thyself
that hath not
died nor was
it
ever  born

(smiley)

with this high spirits
blessing your ouija sessions
will be more than  interesting.

be alert and and the watch
for anything goes
in the land of mind spirit
even those things that
go <<BUMP>>
in the night







\¨å\

beyond writersblock

beyond writers block
there is another
world
full of marvels
and wonders
waiting for
the writer
to unblock
with
straight
forward
ness
in the art
of expression
like a sword
that cuts the
veil of the unknown
and liberates
the logos
in man
making
him not
one that
searches for words
but one who
speaks the
words already
in his  heart
    ~

Beyond all the fuzz
there is a clarity
of the senses
and peace
there is
where
i go for
holyday
anyday
of the week

ere feber u har?

det er februar

beauty

beauty comes
in waves
and flashes
to remind
me how
sweet
i am
and
then
beauty comes
in the night
when the world
goes to sleep
and all
worries
are made to
fly in the open air
thats when
beauty comes
and reminds
me to be beautiful
and let beauty
unfold
in any way
that love
wilts
to the joy
of my heart
and the spirit
of art
that genius
bewinged
creature
creating
itself
by loves
inspiring
nature

nå

nå fleire veker
etter at dette blir
skrevet
leser eg dette
omigjen
for å sjå
kor genialt
det er
eller kor
tåpeleg
det måtte
vere

eg ser jo
nå at dette
ble skrevet
for en stund
siden og jeg har
vel utviklet meg mye
siden da
ja jeg merker
det i måten
ordene
kommer
etterhverandre
på
som om
ordene
bare ramlet
ut av meg
ja tydelig
at dette
er fra en tid
da jeg var mindre
utviklet en det
jeg nå er

for nå er det nå
og det er der jeg er
i denne nye tid
i den nye dag
og dette her
er kun et minne
om en annen tid
som ble igjen
iform av et langt
dikt

kva?

eg sit her
å les framfør
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