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
pcen

nysgjerrig
på kva
dette
handler
om

og om
det seier
meg noko
som ingen
har sagt før
noko originalt
og i diktform
sjølsagt

auga mitt
treff orda
som speilar
symbolikk
tilbake til auga
og inn i
netthinna
der informasjonen
blir sendt til
høgaste hald
for å tolkast
slik det best
passar meg
sjølv
og det er jo¨
viktig
at informasjonen
eg tek inn
står i samband
med den eg
er
eller vil
eg fnyse av det
og like snart
forkaste alt
som ubrukeleg
samansurium
av ord utan
noko form for
betydning
eller meining

og det er jo
viktig