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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

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