Der Geist

Now the knocking on the door
of doors
and the entrance
of that wich liveth
beyond the grave


beyond the superstition
that the dead are dead and gone
there is another world
neatly woven
into the fabrics of our
so called reality
but upside
down as it were
like an image
in a spoon

this otherworld
is the source of many
superstitions as it tends
to move the minds of man
in ways wholly unknown
to popular psychology

however
not unknown
to the unpopular
psychology of alchemists
and occultists
who`s uncanny knowledge
of seemingly Godly matters
makes them oft shunned
and feared
by the norm

knowledge is power
and some knowledge
is so powerful
that it gives the knower
a special glow of the cheeks
and a special glimmer
of the eye

a quality that could
most be likened
to a lovers blushing

                   








He was the ghost of his dreams
and in the mirror of
time
there was no
knowing wich
but an
unknowing
that deleted
his very mind
leaving him
in a void of
such vastness
that none may ever
learn to describe

somethings can only
be experienced in
the interior spaces
not limited
by size or
time

there is more to reality
than the eyes can see
so much more
that if we could
see it
we would loose
our minds
and find
another
greater kind
















 










 

Ingliss,the man.

The Ingliss man sips his luke warm tea
while discussing with  his
own reflection
in the cup

it appeared the Ingliss man
had a large bushy
head in
the tea`s reflecting
image

but it was due
to waves
and curls
on the surface
of his
brew

for in reality
the Ingliss man
was bald headed
with large
pointy ears
that made him
resemble a
an alien satyr
or the other
way around


he laughed at his
own silly reflection
and finished the last
mouthful  in one
greedy gulp
wich made him
cough and spray
tea from out of
his gaping
jaw


 no longer a laughing
he pursued to other
trivialities like watching
dust sail in the air
or measuring the length
of his own ignorance
with a Q-tip

the hours went by
but not wholly without
the occasional bang
and blitz of the
impulsive
eruptions
 that all the time
seemed to threaten
the peace of
the evening
or the quietness
of the morning
and or the
private moments
in the wc

the Ingliss man
lived abroad
in a foreign country
where laws where dictated
according to the season
of the year
and winter was the
time when people
punished each other
and made everything
very hard or
painful and
or
in a combination

that was the law of the dark
that one did not see
ones evil deeds
and so could not
be blamed thereof

the Ingliss man belonged
to the gentle people
or so he thought
to himself
during the early
days of spring
and on beautiful
summer days

but when winter came
and the daylight hours
faded into a darkened
grey heavyweight
sky
the Ingliss man
 belonged to the suffering
mankind who`s only
refuge from hell
was the punishing
and beheading
of his brothers
and sisters


he watched and he studied
the gruesome changes
and he swore not
to be a part of them
but the more
he refused the evil
ghost
the closer it
drew to his
mind and spirit
and the hour would
surely
come that  the evil
ghost would
get under his skin
and  make him do
the evil thing

the darkness and the pain
the tormenting hours of anxiousness
and death
are all necessary to balance
the mad  joy of
summer

just like drawing an arrow
from ones chest
is so hurtful
that consciousness is lost
so is the terror of the unseen
evils of this life

the things we do not speak
of
the things that people cannot
find words to describe
yet is there like
a ghost
like a presence
that begs for attention
being choked
by our ignorance
of the subtle
realms

fear of silence
is really the fear of
our ghostly allies
whispering truth
to our ears

listen to the silence
and you will eventually
hear what the occultists
and the spiritists work
with  in their
solitary  abodes
of night

you will hear what the munks
of tibet listen to
in their solitary
settings in elevated
states of mind

silence is not
what it appears in the beginning of the "movie"
patience reveals silence
to be the very gate
of trancension

silence is full of wonders
requiring only
the stilling of that  noisy
ol` mind


the Ingliss man
turned another page
in his great and sometimes
equally awful
book of books
wich was filled with
the furious scribblings
of a psychotic
who`s giving nature
was such that
he made people
ill with his special
gifts

but only ill enough
to realize certain
truths about themselves
and their place in the world

he knew
deep down
that whatever came out
of his hideous creations
was an expression of
the Gods
and that to judge
the Gods
could surely be likened
to using a shooting iron
to remove
abundant
toes on ones
foot

Verda O

Verda er inkje sleg me førestille øss
den har si eiga førestilling
som den ynskjer å leve ut

me kan søkje påverke
verda med våre sterke fantasiar
og ynskjer

men ho har si

eiga sterke fantasi
og like sterke ynskjer

og vil fortsette å

le godsleg av våre

alvorlege planar

og seriøse prosjekt


verda er ei ånd

ei særs gammal ånd

og  dreven i faget

der

skapelse og øydeleggjelse

står konstant

på menyen

lik suppe

gjer det på

eit suppe

kjøkken


verda er rund

auge som ser verda

månen &  sola som skin

ner frå himmelen

er også runde

eg  rundar av med

ein sang om

ballen

hjulet

og såpeboble Bob

som eigentleg

heitte Lars-Anton

men det var det

ikkje mange som visste


dei få som gjorde det

var no blant statuar på museum

og ein sjeldan gong

blant ukjende folk

på eldgamle fotografi

frå den gongen

det smalt fælt

og blinka ennå verre

når ein knipsa

bilder

  O

yogohimshee

Yogohimshee
min spansktalende venn

Yogohimshee

min speilvendte
kompis

du som taler i tunger å
raller
der andre snurper
munnen
og himmler
med øyne
brynet

ja du

vik ikke unna
når jeg
adresserer deg
i min tale
her
men rødme
gjerne
og la varmen
fra kinnene
bre seg
til resten
av kroppen

balanse

synger engelen

og 

hele himmelen

synger med

for det er slik

en fest

 slik en

høytid



det var de som hørte det

og de som både så og hørte det

og så fantes det også noen som

både så hørte og følte det

og det de følte

var slik at det de hørte

og det de så

ble mange ganger

forstørret

som en basill

under et

mikroskop

kanskje

men det finnes

andre eksempler



Yogohimshee

() ()
  _

(den som hvis uden øine,ser det hele)
  

shake ya booty

Shake it Sshshake
it all nite
long
shshake Your
booty
on the floor
shake it
all around
and shake
it to
the sound
of shakin
stevens
and
his musikal  clowns
shake it
baby
shake it
old man
shake it
Young Skywalker
hey shake it
up will
you Mom
listen
to the Music
dig it to the sound
be the rythm
be like me
i am Music
i am free
hey baberiba
hey baberoo
this is
not jamaica
but this is
Close enough
ya know
so
shake it
now
shake it now
now And now
shake it
like a cow
and eat that¨
grass loony
eat it while
ya can
come on
come on
its time to
boogey Down
the musikal
clowns are alle
dressed up
and coming
to town
so shake
ya booty
on the floor
on the walls
and on the
street and everywhere
but never
discrete
hey hey hey

hey hey hey

korkje

Korkje sat han i flaska

ei
heller i botn
av ein gamal
herja båt
for å halde
vatnet ute
men i veggen
sat han
for å bremse
litt av trekken
gjennom
stua

 0

sjå mor!

sjå mor

eg står på hendene!

sjå mor

eg dansar

disco!


sjå mor

eg kan gå

baklengs

og sidelengs

ja berre sjå !


sjå mor

eg kan

MOR!

følg med

sjå når eg svingar

meg rundt

lik ein sulletopp

sjå!


au !

mor !

eg slo meg

på kneet

det gjekk så fort

mor

du skulle ha

bremsa meg

kvifor

bremsa du meg ikkje

mor?


nokre gonger

følar eg at du ikkje bryr deg

om meg

mor

mens andre gonger

følar eg at du bryr

deg for mykje

om meg

men midt i mellom

der ein stad

er alt som det

skal vær

mor


men sjå mor

sjå !

eg kan løfte heile

verda om eg vil

sjå kor lett

eg løftar denne steinen

her


sjå mor på meg

når eg visar deg kor

stor eg er blitt

sjå

eg når taket

i himmelen

og

au!


eg fekk straum

i meg mor


kvifor er det straum
i himmel taket
mor?

du som veit

alt


hm?


kva sa du?


forbode å strekkje seg

inn i himmelen

for dei levande

seier du?

kvifor seier du dette mor ?


nokre gonger

kan ein verkeleg

byrje å lure

mens andre

gonger kan

ein gjere andre

ting

som ¨å rydde

å vaske opp



mor sjå

eg kan gjere

meg usynleg

....................!