torsdag 26. juli 2012

Apollo

Shining sunny one
thou god of light
and sweet music
Apollo !
come forth !
and caress the land
once more
with  thy warm
hand

Apollo

Apollo

i summon

thee with rhyme
and conjure
thee with
song

Apollo !

Apollo !

come  o`  come !  !

thou beautiful

one


~





26.july

TODAY WAS GOOD
WITH BLUE SKY
AND SUNSJINE

TODAY WAS
WARM AND BEAUTIFUL


TODAY
SUMMER
RETURNED
AFTER DAYS
OF GREY
SKIES AND
RAIN

SO

TODAY 
I AM HAPPY
AND FULL
OF LIFE

OK THATS
ALL SEE YOU LATER
BYE BYE
THEN





what to think and when

It is not so
much of what they speak
that matters
but that witch
they do not
speak of

that unspoken ghost
of a presence
that thrives  in
the back alleys
of the unconscious
mind

that entity
of pure animal
instinct
encaged
by the doctrines
of human life

that mad
and malevolent
beast of untamed
spirit
that yearns
to be released
to satisfy
its unnerving
hunger
















torsdag 5. juli 2012

lost and fond

He was out of his mind
looking for himself
in the mirror of oblivion
when he noticed
a crack in the
odd surface
from wich
obscure lights
leaked
playing
tricks
on his imagination
like a wizard
and made him
speak greek
in tongues


he went out of his mind
in an attempt to rid
himself of a feeling
of not being
himself
at all
but rather someone
alltogether
different
and most oddly
so

and he succeeded
by doing
the opposite
of what normally
would have been
the way to go
about it

today he enjoys
riding horses and writing
books in his
free time
while memories
of his past
excursions
out of his mind
keeps repeating
themselves like
old super 8
movies
knittering
and flickering
upon a black
and white
screen
of memories




































onsdag 4. juli 2012

backdoor of the mind

In his dream he was elevated to the top of his own head
and was shown a backdoor
where people entered with no questions asked.

 He yelled at them
and they started running in all
directions


he saw them try
to enter his ears
and nose
but he yelled at them
again from above
and they fleed
like stung bees


 he soon found
himself running around
on top of his own
head yelling
while
keeping these
uninvited people
from entering
and then he woke
up exhausted & soaked in
sweat.





  

søndag 1. juli 2012

Fire&Water

mY brain is on fire
& the word is hot
and the message
is a burning
flame
thereof

mY  head
reaches for the sky
in a childish
rapture
of excitement
and wonder

thats when
it happens
thats when
everything falls
into place
&
when the moment
is ripe
 the flower
of mY expectations
bloom
unexpectantly
and to mY
uttermost joy

thats what
all happenings
are made of
this energy
of opportunity
released &
comes into play
like an innocent babe
in the sun

like the dream of summer
that returns every year
with the same colourful
landscape of breathtaking beauty
and  magical mystery

this is a sweet memory
of summer left
as a reminder
of the magic
when birds sing all
day long
with flies accompanying
with their buzz
and hum

when  Datura
is growing
in her pot

when my 1001
tics have been
screwed

when the 10
little kittens
have their first
summer on

and im typing
this in a
serene state of
gratefulness
mixed with
a drop
tranquility


































onsdag 27. juni 2012

+Rucksack+

I hear ya breathin
through the trees
like  a breeze
on the ocean

I hear yer haunted pirate ship
named
O`Malley
sail on the winds
through the ol` valley

I know yer there
with yer breathin
and yer birdy festivals
of summers song

Aye,and verily

I hear thee
meditate upon
and within
these very
words!


yer  there
and there ye are


and no other place
art ye


and who with doubts
should suffer
that this be not so
the very  truth from
the mouth of the master
whos heart purified
dwells in the child
of light forevermore:



let him be loved
for his mindlessness
and lifted by hands
unto the highest

let him be wakened
by his slumber
in the love
of the spirit

and set free

for in the land
of the free
there canst be
only that
wich flyeth
with the heart
in hand

that wich
doth not
envelope
yet contains
by the release
&  surrender
to the air
wich carries
the fluege
and marries
it to the freedom
of the sky 


o`there is the word
and the word thereof
and there are
sounds of animals
the rain
typing fingers
and a feeling
of being watched
by the eye
of the lord
who sees everything
and doth not
have an eyelid

for it be such an eye
that never sleeps
nor laughs or weeps
but clearly and lovingly sees
all and everything
without judgement