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mandag 16. januar 2012
søndag 15. januar 2012
DU
DU STEND DER I MARKA
MED LJOSANDE AUGI
UTAN ORD
UTAN TANKJE
UTAN TID
DU STEND
DER I SKOGEN
UNDER TREA
VED BEKKEN
OG LANGT OPPI LIA
DU STEND
VED VEGEN
LIK EIT SKILT
Å VISER VEI
TIL DET NYE
GUINEA
DU STEND
OPPÅ FJELLA
I VINDHARD
BLEST
DU STEND
UTVED KYSTEN
I BLAUT SALT
VEST
DU STEND BAK
MIN RYGG NÅR
EG SNAKKAR OM
DEG
DU STEND VED
MI SIDE NÅR
TIA BYRJAR
LIE
DU
MED LJOSANDE AUGI
UTAN ORD
UTAN TANKJE
UTAN TID
DU STEND
DER I SKOGEN
UNDER TREA
VED BEKKEN
OG LANGT OPPI LIA
DU STEND
VED VEGEN
LIK EIT SKILT
Å VISER VEI
TIL DET NYE
GUINEA
DU STEND
OPPÅ FJELLA
I VINDHARD
BLEST
DU STEND
UTVED KYSTEN
I BLAUT SALT
VEST
DU STEND BAK
MIN RYGG NÅR
EG SNAKKAR OM
DEG
DU STEND VED
MI SIDE NÅR
TIA BYRJAR
LIE
DU
fredag 6. januar 2012
RØYRSLA
SILDRANDE TANKESPEL
I SINN Å SJEL
LEVANDE UNDER HUA
EI KJENSLE AV LIV
SOM TROSSAR
KJØLENS
STRENGE STIV
EIT LJOS
AV HÅP
PÅ HIMMELSK
KVELVNING
EIT LJOS
AV GLE`E
I HEILAG
HILDRING
I SINN Å SJEL
LEVANDE UNDER HUA
EI KJENSLE AV LIV
SOM TROSSAR
KJØLENS
STRENGE STIV
EIT LJOS
AV HÅP
PÅ HIMMELSK
KVELVNING
EIT LJOS
AV GLE`E
I HEILAG
HILDRING
CHAT NOIR
ITS CHAT NOIR
AGAIN
MY FRIEND
THE FIRST
MONTH OF
THE NEW YEAR
CHAT NOIR
IS HERE
AGAIN
OUR NOT SO FORGOTTEN
BLACK COLD
FRIEND
AGAIN
MY FRIEND
THE FIRST
MONTH OF
THE NEW YEAR
CHAT NOIR
IS HERE
AGAIN
OUR NOT SO FORGOTTEN
BLACK COLD
FRIEND
søndag 6. november 2011
SAYING
THERES AN OLD SAYING
THERES AN OLD SONG
ABOUT THE SUN
AROUND WICH PLANETS
ARE MOST EAGERLY
SPUN
THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG OF TIME AND SPACE
WITCH ARTISTICLY
RESPONDS
TO WISHFUL THINKING
IN DREAMS AND
BEYOND
THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG
THERES AN OLD SINGER
SINGING
AN OLD SONG
BUT THE DAY
IS NEW
AND THE NIGHT
IS FLICKERING NOW
IN MY CANDLE
LIGHTS
HUE
THERES AN OLD SONG
ABOUT THE SUN
AROUND WICH PLANETS
ARE MOST EAGERLY
SPUN
THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG OF TIME AND SPACE
WITCH ARTISTICLY
RESPONDS
TO WISHFUL THINKING
IN DREAMS AND
BEYOND
THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG
THERES AN OLD SINGER
SINGING
AN OLD SONG
BUT THE DAY
IS NEW
AND THE NIGHT
IS FLICKERING NOW
IN MY CANDLE
LIGHTS
HUE
LOVE LETTERS
tHE LETTERS OF LOVE
& THE LOVER OF LETTERS
TOGETHER THEY MAKE
THE WORLD INTO
SOMETHING BETTER
AT LEAST
THATS WHAT THEY
SAY
THE LETTERS
OF LOVE
AND THE LOVER
OF LETTERS
& THE LOVER OF LETTERS
TOGETHER THEY MAKE
THE WORLD INTO
SOMETHING BETTER
AT LEAST
THATS WHAT THEY
SAY
THE LETTERS
OF LOVE
AND THE LOVER
OF LETTERS
memory chips
inserting chips of memories
remembering other times & other stories
where dragons fought delilahs
and moonbeams brightened
brother nights mysterious eyelids
downloading
the untold of things
and telling them before
there gone for
dinner in the great
dungeon of the lizard kings
Summertime brings out the best in me
to the utter surprise of myself
and the world
Summer is that time of year
where the discovery of my
bright side
bring hope
to wear
I have said it before
and i will say it again
in my sleep tonight
when i remember that i wrote this
and want to read it again
I have done it before
and reckognize the process
of phenomena as it approaches
to take away any further notion
of that wich is known
replacing it with mystery
and all the inhabitants
of the great void
that wich appear empty
and void of matter
have found excellent ways
to conceal its inner
workings
for such is the eye of the idle
that it seeth not
the subtle details¨
wich makes the whole shebang
dance to the musical spheres
Be therefore alight
and wear caution
upon thy crown
of pride
as thou modernly steppeth
on the wowen carpets of ancient divine
Listen to the voice
of thy master
and follow her advice
for time is short in the hall of man
and his work is paid in sleep
listen to thyself as thou speaketh
and thou shalt find amusing truth
therein
awaken to the spirit
that calls thee from within
and become one
with him
who is her
who is the all
one
Listen as thou
goeth beyond the veil of known
for there speaketh without words
the anima mundi
remembering other times & other stories
where dragons fought delilahs
and moonbeams brightened
brother nights mysterious eyelids
downloading
the untold of things
and telling them before
there gone for
dinner in the great
dungeon of the lizard kings
Summertime brings out the best in me
to the utter surprise of myself
and the world
Summer is that time of year
where the discovery of my
bright side
bring hope
to wear
I have said it before
and i will say it again
in my sleep tonight
when i remember that i wrote this
and want to read it again
I have done it before
and reckognize the process
of phenomena as it approaches
to take away any further notion
of that wich is known
replacing it with mystery
and all the inhabitants
of the great void
that wich appear empty
and void of matter
have found excellent ways
to conceal its inner
workings
for such is the eye of the idle
that it seeth not
the subtle details¨
wich makes the whole shebang
dance to the musical spheres
Be therefore alight
and wear caution
upon thy crown
of pride
as thou modernly steppeth
on the wowen carpets of ancient divine
Listen to the voice
of thy master
and follow her advice
for time is short in the hall of man
and his work is paid in sleep
listen to thyself as thou speaketh
and thou shalt find amusing truth
therein
awaken to the spirit
that calls thee from within
and become one
with him
who is her
who is the all
one
Listen as thou
goeth beyond the veil of known
for there speaketh without words
the anima mundi
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