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Du e som dagen
jag e som natten

du e som
regnet
jag e
som vinden


du e som
stjärnan
när den
faller

jag e
som brødskuffan
och kylskåpan

du e som
trumman
jag
slår på
och lakridsen
jag tugger
på

jag e
som gumman
i tänderna
och
kvisorna
på nasen

du e som
dagen
och kvelden
før det
mörknar

jag e
spegelen
du tittar
i
och
telefonen
du talar
til
när du
er ensam

du
e stemmen
som väkker
upp fjellorna
jag e ekkoen
som svarar
dig med
en fråga







 

Young Lemon

The door of the imagination
is not guarded
by four serious
minded
wolfs
that
sleep
with one
eye open
to keep
any trespassers
from those
lush
fields
and forests


one who
wishes to
enter
can do
so
without
the silly
challenges
and those
awkward
leaps
of faith




one who
wishes
to enter
can do so
at certain
odd moments
when time
reboots
wich
happens on
and off

its nothing
like i imagined
it to be

it creates itself
without any
effort
and asks
no questions
no matter
how weird
it gets
and
it does get
weirder

no one
ever told
you how real
a dream
could be

no one
ever
dared

for there
are secrets
within
secrets
that keep
reality
in place
so to
speak

FerOMerOm

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

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

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.

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