lørdag 7. september 2024

Har jeg pakket?

Har jeg pakket enda?
Ja jeg har pakket
Pakket hjertet mitt inn i sagflis
Og glass og skitne fiberkluter

søndag 1. september 2024

snowflakes

Theres a castle
Up there
Somewhere
Under the full golden shine
Of the city at night
Mirroring its figure 
On the cold coal river

Its that sound
Of different shaped shoes
Some old, some new
Clicking into the vast space
And everyone has a tug in their hearts
We all have a story
But nobody tells me theirs
So I don't tell mine

I wanted to visit the forest 
With the heated green leaves
And fussy moths like snowflakes 
under warm evening lamps
dripping with light
But the thought of unknown black
In a city filled with tune and sound
Held me back

And as the strangers pass
I am the warmed one
Lighted and dripping
Like a teapot
I pour down and down
Inside myself
And the people they walk and chat
They hum and laugh and hug
And they are lovely with eachother 
And it hurts
When you don't
And your lovelies
Are not around that streetcorner
anymore
Or up on that castle
Or swimming in the river
And in golden light on frozen nights
You have to search
New eyes
And hopefully
One or two smiles
And yourself
Be an evening lamp light
Wanting snowflakes 
To fall on your crown

☆ kløvd oppstykket menneske ☆

I blendende lys med skarpe kanter
og glødende alger i alle farger
kuttes mønstre og mennesker opp
I en natt som mørkeblå gardiner
ser jeg hullene i himmelhvelvingen
sløret som dekker øyne og øre
og vakumet som river oss vekk
Hvor jeg ellers hadde glødet
størkner og sørger døde stjerner
og mitt hode er kløvd på midten
Et oppstykket, oppkuttet menneske 
blant andre som ikke vet å være hele
Uten deg er bare halve meg
og halve meg kan knapt leve
Jeg har reist fra min ene, 
Han er mitt hjem, mitt liv, mitt hjerte

tirsdag 13. august 2024

mummified life

As i stand in disguise
My mummified life
Of whats real and me 
and whats not
The screaming of seagulls 
The footsteps of all those
Seen yet unseen
Life feels surreal
I am cold yet warm
Full yet hungry
But when i see those houses
Digged into the earth like that
With their colored wooden plates
And embroidered glass portals
Of balconies and a million colors
I feel a home 
Starting to rise in me
With silky flowers and the crown of trees
How strange
This new world will be
We heard the boats, the boats, the boats
And i hear the planes, the planes, the planes
And i will not hide from them
Not this life

søndag 4. august 2024

◇☆at home in a starcluster☆◇

How beautiful it is
To have teardrops on my skin
And movement in my soul
From that human
Which i love so much
On a random speck of dust
in a starcluster somewhere
at some time
To kiss salty eyelashes 
And soft cheeks
And to care and love
With careful hands
and to reach for fingers
soft and silky as petals
To feel so much in me
the silent havens and waters of humanity
along with sundust, fireworks and tragedy
On a rock forgotten in vast space
I find peace and earth and tranquility
From being moved by what moves
hearts out here in the galaxy
To feel skin kiss skin
And lips hug lips
And to be of shimmer and sparks and life
And to have beside me
A miracle of the universe 
And unexplainable 
creation of coincidence 
To have beside me 
always and forever
My home

new world

I see
In front of me
Mountains 
Laced white hilltops
And forest embroidery
of forbidden
forgotten houses
And lives 
Buired in petals
Pollen, pillows and leaves
Forgotten forever
By anyone but 
the enriched trees

In front of me 
I see
A new horizon
Bluely hypnotizing
Reaching 
to the cut offs
Of the earth
Coloured young and free
Listen to the laughing 
of the black elder trees

I am thrown out 
The glass splints
Where the baby bird cracked 
its neck
And i held it 
in my small hands
As salt hugged its head
Cold and red

I am thrown out
Of a beige painted nest
Stripped and strapped
Of anything said
Or lived and lead
Ever

But before my eyes 
I see 
A new gleam
Forgiving stream
And with eyelashes of stars
And fingers dancing free
I am brought 
To a world 
of shimmer and scales
Blue and soft embrace 
I have been sitting in trees
Carressing corn, wild raspberries
And flowers in fields
Yet never dipped my body in silver mist
Under blank mirroring doors
A world unknown to me
How beautiful
Salty and glasslike
Revolution can be

☆sugar meets blood☆

With your stainless black
Marble eyes
Of kitchen sinks
And counters
You are the innkeeper
Of all things new
Of all new waves
Pulled up an down 
the drain
And today arrived
The millionth letter
Of words glaced down
With jams and fillers and vanilla cream
Coated to mud
Sugar meets blood
No one will ever know
The filters are too strong
Holes in sinks appear brown
And rusty and worn down
You can not fit any part
Of your heart
Down there
With the nailclips 
And strands of hair
So nothing 
Nothing 
Will ever pass through
Tied forever
To the bottomless loop

becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...