Forces of nature Pulls
and Pushes
me in eVery way
and eVery
single
dAy
uNtamed
wildeRness
roAms wIthIn
my hOuse
of flEsh
and bOne
I speAk
to yoU noW
O`anCient beIng
of the Air
and Everywhere
Present
You
wHo
listEns
and obServes
and
whO is
rIght here
in My
twIlIght
hour
KnOw
that i
aM not
wHolly
aware
of
Thy
seCrets
aNd
Thy
waYs
But
eVer
curious
and In Awe
of
Thy
haunting
SpIrIt
that mOveth
my Hand
and mInd
in Mysterious
waYs
.
Ever hYpnotized
by Thy
meSmerising
presence
that Infiltrates
the present
With the
esSence of
a dream
eVer asleep
in a dream
of Being
awake
in a world
where reality
is a fantasy
so true
thAt It
blEeds
jUst to
proOve
it
tO
yoU
tirsdag 22. januar 2019
fredag 7. desember 2018
i hvert fall
Han levde i hvert fall
og nøt vinden
som bruset
gjennom
bustete
øynebryn
og nesehår
på vei
ned fra
en eller
annen
tind
han levde
i hvert fall
og de som så
ham ble
slik overbeviste
at de selv
lystet efter
høiden
når han ikke
kastet seg
utenfor bratte stup
og høyreiste bygninger
så var han
alltid
på vei
opp til
en ny
majestetisk
topp
ein song, ei soge
han stod der
han pleide å stå
og sat
der han
pleide
å sitte
han åt
det han pleide
å ete
å drakk
det han
pleide å
drikke
og når
han sov om
natta
var det
der han
pleide
å somne
og når han
våkna
om morgonen
var det
akkurat der
han la
seg om
kvelden
men av og til
hendte det
at han satte
maten i halsen
bomma på stolen
sovna
og våkna
på sofaen
og drakk
noko som han
slett
ikkje hadde
drukke før
og slik
gjekk dagane
vekene
månane
og åra
lik ein følgjetong
på fjernsynet
heilt
utan avbrot
frå dagsrevy
og sport
slik det
pleier
å vere
han pleide å stå
og sat
der han
pleide
å sitte
han åt
det han pleide
å ete
å drakk
det han
pleide å
drikke
og når
han sov om
natta
var det
der han
pleide
å somne
og når han
våkna
om morgonen
var det
akkurat der
han la
seg om
kvelden
men av og til
hendte det
at han satte
maten i halsen
bomma på stolen
sovna
og våkna
på sofaen
og drakk
noko som han
slett
ikkje hadde
drukke før
og slik
gjekk dagane
vekene
månane
og åra
lik ein følgjetong
på fjernsynet
heilt
utan avbrot
frå dagsrevy
og sport
slik det
pleier
å vere
søndag 18. november 2018
the hotspots
There is a nonsense that lives between our world of make belief.
it sleeps not in some slimy cocoon,waiting for the day when the earth flipflops,and there is nothing funny about it.Other than the fact that it makes some people believe that the earth is an ancient spaceship that awaits long forgotten access commands to activate flight into hyperspace.
Nonsense is the bad boy in class,who interrupts the teachers teaching,and the learners learnings.
Its a poison to an orderly mind,and once it has intoxicated its victim,it can do devastating damage that will heal o`so slow,and the risk of further damage is always present.
It comes to anyone who`s business in life is a serious task,and who`s character carries all the signatures of disciplined order.
How it disrupts the seriousminded person,and how it overturns all his endeavours to appear sane and just,is a whole incapacitating chapter of itself,that we shall return to in due time.
The stories are many.And they are coming in daily through mail.Strong reading much of it.
The kind that pulls your hair backwards,and rips some of it off,and makes you forget to eat and sleep.Shared from people, overtaken by pure nonsense from all directions at once,making no room for escape,leaving their fragile psyches in the hands of *imitating clowns* who`s sense of entertainment is such that it involves sanity,and challenges it on every level,until,eventually a break occurs.A crack in the wall between sanity and insanity,letting odd odors flow through and through.
I have taken great care to insulate and isolate my self from all this nonsense,by the use of ancient magic rituals,and have managed to remain conscious of my self importance and seriousness in business.
But i admit,working with people who`s lost to weirdness and whatnots,have often threatened my sanity.More than once have i felt the cold hand of death playing its icy fingers up and down my spine.
Many a professional psychiatrist have had to throw the towel in,when they succumbed to their patients creative story tellings.
I have discovered,through experience on the threshold to complete madness,a way to remain unaffected by sudden unexpected nonsense attacking,from seemingly sane corners of the world.
But it has not made life any better.Food always makes me feel better.So today,i eat a lot of food.
I eat rich foods,fat foods,salty,sugary,fat foods.I eat fruits and then i eat more.I love fruits and berries. Frosty strawberries makes me forget about nonsense,at least while they are frosty and chilling down my brain.
Also worth mentioning is the presence of antidepressive flavinoids in fruits and berries.
There is a window into more heavenly realms,and it may be opened through the tasting of fruits.
Mangos are made in heaven,Strawberry fields are everywhere in heaven,Cherry trees too.And Bananas,all you can eat,and O` so sweet. The kind that makes you instantly forget how you came there,and should you ask anyone,instantly they will have forgotten it too.
it sleeps not in some slimy cocoon,waiting for the day when the earth flipflops,and there is nothing funny about it.Other than the fact that it makes some people believe that the earth is an ancient spaceship that awaits long forgotten access commands to activate flight into hyperspace.
Nonsense is the bad boy in class,who interrupts the teachers teaching,and the learners learnings.
Its a poison to an orderly mind,and once it has intoxicated its victim,it can do devastating damage that will heal o`so slow,and the risk of further damage is always present.
It comes to anyone who`s business in life is a serious task,and who`s character carries all the signatures of disciplined order.
How it disrupts the seriousminded person,and how it overturns all his endeavours to appear sane and just,is a whole incapacitating chapter of itself,that we shall return to in due time.
The stories are many.And they are coming in daily through mail.Strong reading much of it.
The kind that pulls your hair backwards,and rips some of it off,and makes you forget to eat and sleep.Shared from people, overtaken by pure nonsense from all directions at once,making no room for escape,leaving their fragile psyches in the hands of *imitating clowns* who`s sense of entertainment is such that it involves sanity,and challenges it on every level,until,eventually a break occurs.A crack in the wall between sanity and insanity,letting odd odors flow through and through.
I have taken great care to insulate and isolate my self from all this nonsense,by the use of ancient magic rituals,and have managed to remain conscious of my self importance and seriousness in business.
But i admit,working with people who`s lost to weirdness and whatnots,have often threatened my sanity.More than once have i felt the cold hand of death playing its icy fingers up and down my spine.
Many a professional psychiatrist have had to throw the towel in,when they succumbed to their patients creative story tellings.
I have discovered,through experience on the threshold to complete madness,a way to remain unaffected by sudden unexpected nonsense attacking,from seemingly sane corners of the world.
But it has not made life any better.Food always makes me feel better.So today,i eat a lot of food.
I eat rich foods,fat foods,salty,sugary,fat foods.I eat fruits and then i eat more.I love fruits and berries. Frosty strawberries makes me forget about nonsense,at least while they are frosty and chilling down my brain.
Also worth mentioning is the presence of antidepressive flavinoids in fruits and berries.
There is a window into more heavenly realms,and it may be opened through the tasting of fruits.
Mangos are made in heaven,Strawberry fields are everywhere in heaven,Cherry trees too.And Bananas,all you can eat,and O` so sweet. The kind that makes you instantly forget how you came there,and should you ask anyone,instantly they will have forgotten it too.
mandag 12. mars 2018
Two-feet
i step out of my door
the day is fresh
my feet are
eager to
walk
where will
they take
me
where
will
they
go ?
i step out of my door
the day
is fresh
and
my feet
are eager
to walk
mandag 26. februar 2018
Nuances, colours
winter explains
the hardness of ice
with cool precision
silence listens
silence listens
withdrawn
hardly breathing
there is nothing to be said
muttered snow
and the world fell
silent
though
though
not deaf
to itself
silent
a peaceful buzz
of warm blood gushing
through temples
søndag 28. januar 2018
Avgarde
Han sprang avgarde
langt å lenge
før ho snudde
og sprang heim
og la
seg og
der låg
han til
sola
strekte sine
stråler
inn og
lysa opp
landet
og slik fann ho
ut or draumen
og opp
att
i dagen
men
snart byrja
han småspringje
snart sprang ho
fortare
og før han
visste ordet
av det
var ho langt
avgarde
og når han
snudde seg
såg ho
ikkje lenger
landet
ho dyrka
og stjernene
på himmelen
stod ikkje
lenger
der
slik han
hugsar
då var det¨
at han snudde
seg opp ner
og heile verda
snudde seg
med
og dei som
såg det
blei fyrst
svimle og
sian
forundra
og dei jamra
og bar seg
ting ramla
frå himmelen
lenge
etterpå
og har
det ikkje
slutta
å regne
kattar
å hundar
så
kan hende
det roar
seg med
tia
langt å lenge
før ho snudde
og sprang heim
og la
seg og
der låg
han til
sola
strekte sine
stråler
inn og
lysa opp
landet
og slik fann ho
ut or draumen
og opp
att
i dagen
men
snart byrja
han småspringje
snart sprang ho
fortare
og før han
visste ordet
av det
var ho langt
avgarde
og når han
snudde seg
såg ho
ikkje lenger
landet
ho dyrka
og stjernene
på himmelen
stod ikkje
lenger
der
slik han
hugsar
då var det¨
at han snudde
seg opp ner
og heile verda
snudde seg
med
og dei som
såg det
blei fyrst
svimle og
sian
forundra
og dei jamra
og bar seg
ting ramla
frå himmelen
lenge
etterpå
og har
det ikkje
slutta
å regne
kattar
å hundar
så
kan hende
det roar
seg med
tia
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