gal mann i sand

Før tiden satte sine
tenner i urmannen
var han evig ung
å med en glød
som solens guder
ikke misunnet ham
men snarere
unnet ham
og syngende fugler samlet
seg ofte på hans skuldre
mens skogens trær
istemte med hviskende
røster fra treåndenes
mektige hær

Før tiden begynte
å rulle avgårde mot
hullet på slutten
av kalender året
og bare hvilte
iseg selv
som eggets
plomme
og drømte
drømmen
lik en sødmefyllt
humle

Før
ringeklokken
ringte
og en annen
drøm begynte
i midten av
hjørnespillerens
brede panne

Ja  helt tilbake
til øyeblikket
som ser alt
i en hellig
triangel
av gull
og salt

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