i edelsteinen
skinner en
regnbuet
flamme
i dens speil klare
facetter
gjenspeiles
de evige
riker
og maner
fram
minner
fra
oppunder
intet
skjulte
skatter
i erindringenes
innerste
kammer
glødende
lykke uten
tid
små glimt av elysium
den kjente følelse
omfavnende
den ukjente
i en hellig
elskovs
brann
hendene foldes
lett over maven
og blikket vender
bakover &
innover
til fuglesang andakt
i vår yre
tegn
lørdag 22. mars 2014
mandag 3. mars 2014
a head of time
She was a head of time
& people came to her
from near & far
to ask her when
& where
it was time to
do this &
when
to do that
sometimes she
would not answer
but point her finger
to passing clouds in the sky
or an ant crawling
on the floor
& sometimes she
would answer quickly
& or very slowly
to challenge her
guests & make it hard
to forget their
appointment with
her timed being
& people came to her
from near & far
to ask her when
& where
it was time to
do this &
when
to do that
sometimes she
would not answer
but point her finger
to passing clouds in the sky
or an ant crawling
on the floor
& sometimes she
would answer quickly
& or very slowly
to challenge her
guests & make it hard
to forget their
appointment with
her timed being
søndag 2. mars 2014
The powder of word(s)
There is no greater power
than that of silence
in the communication
of peace
but second to silence
is the power of words
& the hypnotic state
in wich they leave
their "victim"
there are more to Words
than what is written
in a hundred books
nay,a trillion books
words themselves
are the medium of spirit
& may bring about
miracles & strange wonders
when the "victim"
succumbs,as it where,
to their
deeper meaning
& soon after mutates into
greater
wellness & being
there are more to words,than meets the eye
but more than that is often
too much
words are thoughts made visible
& act as containers of thruths & lies
to the amusement of the many
& the few
but be on the watch,& pay attention to every word as they seek shelter in the back yard
of thy mind,&may lay there dormant until such & such an occasion arrives where they come in handy,or even intrusive & filthy upon thy innocense.
speakers of words may know of the effects of their off-spring,
or they may be wholly unaware of any reaction & end up in a fistfight with Brutus.
many speakers of words,have been through hell &back because of their oft vile urges to xpress their anger or love with such an selection of words,that compares with that one cannot compare anything with.
speakers of words would know what i speak of
though they would swiftly refuse to let these words
become their own
for then they will
to the chiming of token bells
become the speakers
not of their own
genuine words
but of someone elses
genuine words
& people who hear the words
of the speakers
will wonder who
spoke the genuine words
they just heard
in the first place
being spoken
by the speaker
who`s growing insecurity
ticks nervously
away like a
wall
mounted clock
from back then
before i can remember
any greater detail
but approximately
1925
genuinely speaking
from the heart of the master
wich is beast & man
in one
is an art
much like
dancing
but not so much like
mountaneering
or maple syrup
wich is one favorite
of mine
mountaneering
requires every full breath of air
in a pace syncroniced
with the earth
maple syrup is too good
to speak of
one have to merge
with the flavourous sap
& become the holy tree
than that of silence
in the communication
of peace
but second to silence
is the power of words
& the hypnotic state
in wich they leave
their "victim"
there are more to Words
than what is written
in a hundred books
nay,a trillion books
words themselves
are the medium of spirit
& may bring about
miracles & strange wonders
when the "victim"
succumbs,as it where,
to their
deeper meaning
& soon after mutates into
greater
wellness & being
there are more to words,than meets the eye
but more than that is often
too much
words are thoughts made visible
& act as containers of thruths & lies
to the amusement of the many
& the few
but be on the watch,& pay attention to every word as they seek shelter in the back yard
of thy mind,&may lay there dormant until such & such an occasion arrives where they come in handy,or even intrusive & filthy upon thy innocense.
speakers of words may know of the effects of their off-spring,
or they may be wholly unaware of any reaction & end up in a fistfight with Brutus.
many speakers of words,have been through hell &back because of their oft vile urges to xpress their anger or love with such an selection of words,that compares with that one cannot compare anything with.
speakers of words would know what i speak of
though they would swiftly refuse to let these words
become their own
for then they will
to the chiming of token bells
become the speakers
not of their own
genuine words
but of someone elses
genuine words
& people who hear the words
of the speakers
will wonder who
spoke the genuine words
they just heard
in the first place
being spoken
by the speaker
who`s growing insecurity
ticks nervously
away like a
wall
mounted clock
from back then
before i can remember
any greater detail
but approximately
1925
genuinely speaking
from the heart of the master
wich is beast & man
in one
is an art
much like
dancing
but not so much like
mountaneering
or maple syrup
wich is one favorite
of mine
mountaneering
requires every full breath of air
in a pace syncroniced
with the earth
maple syrup is too good
to speak of
one have to merge
with the flavourous sap
& become the holy tree
mandag 24. februar 2014
En blogg om alt mellom himmel og jord: Wants fra TopShop
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onsdag 12. februar 2014
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