POEMS:
“My” Art
Everyday we start up and move continuously until we again stop. It is a cycle we are forever embedded within, and shall always continue to act out. The stories you know are a part of who we see you as. Funnily enough we are all acting out stories which originate from the same point.
I provoke you.
Ask what this text is, and you will get a lot of answers, ask how this text was created and you will have to make your own. Your need to understand this text, shall lead you to be ever perplexed by your obvious greed.
At night we charge our energy to spread it out on a new day. I suspect we often run into a habit of routine in body and mind, where spontaneous thought or action are only ideas that our past self was allowed. Realize that you can restart continuously and with new wavelengths in mind throughout your life.
The red pill can be a daily dosage.
Stepping into a new dimension, even if by only a single toe, creates a huge amount of butters to fly. Watching you watching the butterflies brings incredible joy, though it usually leaves as your gaze moves to the sunrays.
You are entering the middle of creation, and as your next choice leads you forward, your point of return becomes potential.
Having a foot inside the paper, leads me to go to great lengths for company at this wittering tree.
As we try to reform our inner turmoil, it continuously moves in the same pattern, to the watchers with the distance of understanding.
We start up a new day, and the sun shines upon our
souls.
……
If you want meaning from my art,
you shall Find it.
In the meantime,
let you be.
…..
I could write anything, and as long as i Find it worth my time i continue to do so. As long as you want to understand why i cared to write this you shall continue to read. After reading this you want to know if your investment was worthwhile, and look for quality and other valuables.
Swoooosh… there went the train, and as i wait for the next train to come i could write anything…
…..
«Ingenting er sterkere enn familie, kjærlighet, stedstilhørighet og balanse. Derimot er ingenting mer åpent til adapsjon en mennesket.»
- Sagt av et menneske
Vår persepsjon om hva de ovennevnte tingene ser ut som, føles som og skapes av, er i en evig endring.
Dagen du ikke lengre er åpen for endring i en del av ditt sinn er dagen livet skal få deg til å føle vondt om all motvind.
Energien i vår kropp kan alltid gi et nytt dykk ned, og når du er langt nok nede
kan en katt
bli om til en hattifnatt.
Kaninen vender aldri hjem,
og gjenskaper virkeligheten
I mangelen av en venn.
Turen vekk fra varmen, skal få deg til å føle styrken av den indre alarmen.
Når det som en gang var flatt
er blitt rundt,
er plutselig det solide
under dine føtter,
Usikre plastikk-røtter.
……
Jeg forstår alt
må du forstå.
Du forstår så lite
jeg får lyst til å gå.
Du famler i din
egenhet, fordi
du tror du ikke vet.
Jeg vet at dette ikke stemmer
derfor orker jeg ikke si noe lenger.
Det jeg lager
interesserer
og gir lyst i dine øyner
fordi jeg også ser
hva som får meg
til å føle på mit
eget liv som
et under.
…..
We discuss to come to the core of our lore.
In the meantime
the only ones who seem
to care are the ones who
tap into share.
Some do so directly with vision or sound,
some only partly
through their hearth or their mind.
Despite the difference of struggle
we all wait or innate
and do our best
to relate
as we wait for our
«Faith»
which often enough is
eating my meat
or taking to the messy
kind of «seat».
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Det nye grønne;
Til tross for
alle slitne og sårede sjeler
som fortiden uten mening stjeler
så er det i hjerte av stormen den nye bendelormen
skyter til været og gir nytt håp om tilstede i kroppene
våre med ære lytte og hvitt og grønt om lære.
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På roen;
Her jeg sitter for meg selv
sitter det også meg for andre
jeg skriver hvis det er gjenklang
det er fra suse av alt det andre
for til tross for en albaner
er det gromme lianer
vi unngår de dypeste aner
en er ei veganer
i spis mei selv at
og rant i dei første elver
fra den krasse kometen
en kan fortsatt se
etterskjelva
det viser seg det
at alene om å være
en må gå ned på kne
og la himmelen deg se
ei ære med
å sitte med deg
alle de andre?
Ja de, de ler av meg.
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n.f.a.l
30 Chapters later, we feel much greater.
Time has passed, perceptions changes
on the daily, all the time
no clear answer
no reading on or between the line
I weigh my head to the right
I feel all right
Instantly now
instead it was then
all along
you were my friend.
I breath in the green light and the sweet of the night
I know i will continue to struggle with so much
my visions
my deep understanding
the whole being of myself is so demanding
I am not sure I know how to burn
Have i ever bin in fire
hear a frequenzy so balanced and so clear
We are all there.
Inbetween the tall forest trees
in between the tails of rustle and the bees that hustle
caught in the winds and led by the river
In the warm damp and in the cold nights shiver
I sit so still on the rock by the mountain of longing
watching the blue seas and how strong they are becoming
In the black and vast ocean that is above the blue
there is options and new sights
for those in deep blue.
The one most lonely i know
flowing in it’s own proximity at all cost
how many pages of the book
has pink lost.
There are many noices around
Yet a profound silence can be found
.
