+signas+

Not before long
stood he gazing
upon marvels
of his
minds
projection
unfolding
enveloping
 execreting
beautific
awe &
bliss


there was no
question about it
no commas
or  goose eye
but there was
indeed
a familiar scent
likened perhaps
to an iced banana
with dips
of croatian mint



picturesque  memories
appeared to haunt
him with details of
joy and tainted
sorrows
summoning
mysterious
presence
of more
ancient times

&  in his
minds eye
he could
see
another
eye
looking
back
in
a
peaceful
and
reassuring
way

and that
was when he
tasted the flesh
of the gods
&
swallowed
once
and three times
the flesh of the gods
and he was
fed thereupon
by wonder
and bliss

ay,by wonder
and bliss

&

there was no
question about
it
no dotted
lines or colourful
clowns
but a perfect
shiny golden
triangle
about that
most sacred
vision of
the
eye



and then he
knew

and that
was when
he did
know

that
he did
knowest
nothing



a mysterious
void engulfed
all that he
once
where and
all that he
would ever
become


there was no
more of him
and he was
not there
anymore

and then
the writing
on the wall
would cease
followed shortly
by a blank
obscuring
screen of white
whereupon
symbols
no longer
appeared
from someone
whos someone
else in another
story all together

there was no
longer any
question about it
but a reassured
spectre of eyes
appearing softly
upon the velvet
arena of lucid mind

filling the void
with divine
love

amoun
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amoun
  +

the angels sing

and that is

the miracle

of hearing


&


this

is the miracle

and the

magical mystery

of seeing

~

this is

the soft utterings

of the infant

in its first days

of play with the universe

~

this is the rock

hammer voice

of rugged mountains

where only the horned

goats doth climb

in eager pursuit

of that wich is ever

higher

~

this

is the exorcism

of the demon who

calls himself by many a name

and moveth  through life

in many a guise

& this is

the summoning

of that  same

the very calling upon

the ancient one

who doth dwell

in the habits of quiet

ordinary men

& this

is the verse of

automatic poetry

gone manual

by an incident of pride

before genius

wich oft  ruins

that good  artist

leaving him

surely drained at the edges

and torn by

the limbs



this is the love

wich grew wings

on its own two

feet and strolled

the air like any

old fashioned

cloud

on a blue summers

sky



this is the dance

of the martyr

upon the symbol

of rest in

the city of sokrates

and his lessons

in speaking

the words

that are not words

and singing

the songs that

are not songs

but

divine messages

to be heard

by that one  eye

and seen

with that

one ear

wich is two

in one

bypassing

Racing brain syndrome
makes it impossible
to capture anything
of value
unless of course
i consciously
focus on the
phenomena
making it
somehow
loose its
power
over me

There is a gray
area where
time moves
in a slow pulse
wave of pure
unadulterated
joy and awe

and thats where
inspiration springs from
like a seedling in a sunny spot


There is a way
to bypass the obstacles
and travel unhindered
through the
mind fog
of  confusion

and this
IS the way

welcoming
any thought
and idea
that leaps
into mind
and capturing
them like fireflies
before the timely critics
arrive in their
wormeaten
censor
ship

there is a void
untouchable
by the critics
of mind
a black
hole
attracting
my narrow minded foes
like
ants
to sugary
food

a place
where obstacles
cannot find
me
in time for
deliverance


you see
im faster
than my sleepy
critics
i can fly
over their
base camps
into beautiful
wilderness
and unfold
in ecstatic
rapture

dikt uten tittel

Ved steinen sitter
far å kviler
ryggen

på himmelen
seiler skyene
i vindbåten

i treet sitter
katten å venter
at en fugl
skal
sette seg

foran pcen
sitter dikteren
å puster å peser
foroverbøyd og
bakover vendt
mens fingrene
spiller piano
på lerretet

en annerledes
ettermiddag
en annerledes
tid etter middag
og før det

muntre tilrop
fra iltert publikum
mens hjerter i brann
drikker av livets forfriskende
kildevann

mens det svinger
av pennen
og hånden

mens det gynger
i kroppen
og fosser
fra toppen

og mens
det ties og kneppes
med lepper
i undringens
symbolske
tegn

synger vårens
fugler om
det som er
og det som skal
komme

Aprils a fool

April is a fool
with her
magick
&
Only a fool
will love
her foolish
surprises
and  her ancient
wicked
trick

I ame Such
A one

A fool
by the Word
and  JAy
a fool
in Deed

A fool
of the month
& Of the day
a fool
of the Year..
you`ll see
me foolin
around
all Through
May


How foolishly
he did wrench
in the mud of his
own  gray dispair
One moment...
and the next...
dancing
in the rain
like the famous
 Fred
Astaire

How morbidly
he did brood
in the Unlit corner
of  mind
One minute...
and the Next...
shooting to the stars
through  the Interstellar
light pIllars
of time


How magikally
the weather
did dictate
his every move
in an  idol play
of Aprils
alluring
mood


How everything
becomes
clear in a moment
of peace...

How peaceful
everything
becomes
in a moment
of clarity

how  simple
the truth of
it all
behind the complexity
of thought

how lofty
the soul
on a day
in spring

how sweet
the sound
of birds
when they
sing

Adhd & Cannabis

Cannabis is a beneficial medicine for various conditions,including adhd or bipolar syndrome.
It works on the brain firstmost,by slowing down and reconnecting with itself,giving a person with adhd,a sense of peace and relief  that further motivates and inspires one to live a full and happy life.
Cannabis is a magical psycho spiritual herbal medicine with effects that can only be described
as miraculous to someone with a racing brain -mood swings and hypotension.A miracle,because it allows an otherwisely chaotic nervesystem to settle down in a focused and peaceful mindset.
Cannabis medicinal effects outweigh its legal status by far and large,and makes many question the composition of law and our so called government.
Cannabis have touched many lives and awoken alot of people to a new way of thinking and living,and its time to speak up for the plants and their use,and push against the prohibitionist mentality until it shatters into tiny shards.
Prohibition,its effects are disastrous,and is a sign that some parts of the human brain lives in denial,and is working to protect its own ignorance.
We can see this outwardly projected into society with laws that degrade our way of living,making criminals out of people for no reason at all,and ruining many lives because of a law that forbids anyone to smoke a herbal medicine plant.
The people in charge,are us,we the people are the true government of the world,and we will not let any law stop us from thinking for ourselves,and make desicions based on our own good knowledge of right and wrong.
There is no other government but us,the people,we live the law,and we make the law,and our hall of justice is our lives,we will not give up our rights and lives for lies and laws that are obviously made to inspire fear and loathing in our good society.

identify your love

Who do yu think you are

& how do yu think

with no brain

      ?

Who is that

inside yur head

if not a plate

of solid

led

  ?

A rabbit and a goose
disguised like
canadian  moos

  ?

Are we not two

in one

together

or is it

all a joke
by  the gnomes
of nether

   

Imagine

a picture

within

a picture

with

a mirror

behind

a hat

imagine
a lion
with the head
of a mayan
and the  silky wings
of a bat

  

Imagine

a head

with many

tongues

uttering

 riddles&rhymes

in the middle

of an yet
unheard of
song

to be sung

by the soft

& the brute

in rites and

deeds thy¨

delfic gods to please

Lauremon aphsodylfic

mo asj lauremon
seben sial apsodylfic (3)

ge henem alt
met alt
okk
se dik
inte tebak

vri dagem
utin vald
lek lekem
est fregal

birao
burex
smileb
miaro
bamex

och

vri dagem
utin vald
okk
mys  myngen
smilat