monk fonk

conk donk bonk sonk
time to sleep like a monk
and suddenly the sun
comes with a fonk

words and smiles

i am the theme
my friend makes a suggestion
she want to be nice
her perspective is distant
without binoculars

my engineering mind betterstates
her warm and woolen effort
disappears in logical blahs
of the ice king

i put my hand on the chest
something pulsates
must be the ice machine
that feeds the zeros and ones
to the top

the mountain stream tickles on
my fried throws geysirs into my ear
at last the top of the iceberg melts

new words emerges beneath
am able to say
i agree - you're right

no qualification smartness
feels good
smiles are added to words

aran stones

it is easy to fall
on aran islands
stones are everywhere
and they lay on stones

continously
we have carried the blocks
to make our sacred items

our houses
to protect our loved ones
to shield us from outer dangers

our fences
to know which field is ours
to count our sheep
to be our neighbors' best friends

our godly sites
to have a place we all are close
to man and god
a place on earth
from where we can fall
into heaven and sea

fire sport

fireworks roar
the wind blows waves high
the road is full of cars

sports for all
ski cycle jog
the whole world on speed

now
i must find something
to keep track

let me think
no no
wrong word

i will just
do it
action go
and so

i can relax
at the after action bar
a few firework drinks

super fantasi

der er du
igjen
går ved siden av meg
smiler
mens du ser ut over vannet

jeg forteller om
hva vi skal spise
spør om du liker
broccolien soft kokt
og om tiramisu is
er en dessert du har spist

du gir meg hånden
ber meg se utover
himmelen har begynt å lyse
rødt over fjorden
skyene er som ild

kulden jeg kjenner
går fra nakken og ned ryggen
alt jeg vil er å fryse
øyeblikket

slik at det for alltid
er roser mellom oss
varme i ordene
glede i magen

fantasien kommer
igjen og igjen
og minor majority
spiller supergirl
igjen og igjen

ærlighet fremfor alt

ren som glass
vil ikke skjule noe
alle meninger renner ut
fra hodet gjennom munnen

ingen hemligheter tilbake
utenom de jeg ikke liker

blir så lett
av å få ut stenene
strødd rundt omkring
alle som bidrar til lettheten

de har stanset
mitt mål er tyngst
når lengst ruver høyest

tilfreds ses de
gjennom det plettfrie glasset
ruten demper klagene
en stillhet når meg såvidt

kontakt annonse

når du er trøtt
hjertet slår for fort
svetten lukter
bena dirrer
ikke tror neste sol skinner på deg

kom
sett deg i mitt fang
jeg holder deg

når du ser regnbuen
hører bach stryker fløyel
når du tar blomsten
og lukten gjør deg svimmel

la meg komme til deg
være til for deg

lukk øynene
pust dypt
bli din egen yoga lærer
kjenn velvære varme i magen

jeg strømmer gjennom deg

bestemors stokk

du spiller meg kort
har alltid tid - kan sitte ned
ta ennå en runde casino

seksti år eldre
selv runder jeg ti
et umake par
omgang etter omgang

må gå på skolen
kabalene dukker frem
kort opp kort ned
vende tre stykker
på nytt - nå går syvern

om ikke - legg det øverste ned
litt lenger prøver en konge
fler kort å snu - kabaler å fange

femtito kort
en gutt en bestemor
gutten spør får svar
ingen problem

glede og sorg
helt meningsløst
kortene har egen vilje
samtidig tilstede

så godt - et univers i verden
tiden går
en knekt og hans dronning

trading bonds

would you could you
be with me
now - and then
and then again

don't see why i should be
only with her - want also
to be with you

sit down with you
look you in the eyes
see your smile
feel your skin
next to my skin

would you ever let us
have this - knowing
i feel the skin of others

want to be loyal
to each and everyone
gravity shakes me - reality face me
one can only give all to one

i don't want to give
one the all - so now
loyalty is on the move
away from me

it is for now
and the rest of my life

hel og halvfull

vær med og dans
hun tar meg i hånden
fører meg avsted

du har så fint smil
kan ikke tro det
som å høre meg selv
komplimenter i hauger og lass

svinger henne rundt
ser meg inn i øynene
er med - spiller videre
vil så gjerne inn
i den tiden som var - som er borte

her er ingen james bond
kan ikke late spille forføre
kan nesten ikke føre
ei simulere forfører - ta henne til sengs
som en uferdig gravsten
tung urørlig - markering ukjent

en vaskeklut styrer bedre
fjæren leder ikke vinden
sand renner mellom steiner
hennes øyne munn
kunne vært en dancing queen

drøm om evig ungdom
usvertede sinn
ingen svik inget jeg
ubesudlet drøm - den hvite venn

vil gi hele dagen - aldri noe tilbake
går på vannet
snart gir hun seg hen
en brannbil for å overdøve

musikken bytter tone
takker for dansen
tilbake til halvfullt glass
halvtomme tanker

uren luren

i går
blåste vinden regnbuer
fin musikk gjennom meg
kroppen føltes vektløs

alt var topp
verden for mine føtter
kunne surfet til australia

i dag
er toppene på alle sider
står i en brønn
regn i ansiktet
ingen smil i butikken
surmuling fra alle hjørner

har ikke formelen
for et sjelelig mnt everest
kjenner godt til stengrunn

kan trives i uren
om humøret alltid var vektløst
hvor ville jeg svevd
stoler på stenene

bad mouth

it wasn't meant that way
the stones came down
a fart blowing all around

the words dropped out
i could not gather them
were floating around for seconds
like nothing had been said
then the minds catched up
for everyone to understand

suddenly the situation came out of hand
all colors disappeared
anger made the walls dark grey
i was left alone

could have eaten the words
forgotten the meal
lived of water for a week
add some soap
and clean that dirty mouth of mine

the meal tasted shit
i had to get to my knees
bow my head
i had been bad

my friend felt sad
smart clever
does not make you good

enough procrastination
get going man
you know the words
excuse me - i am sorry

in the common

moves me
takes my heart
to other places
where there is joy

i wanna be
in it part of it live it

the music pass the skin
through the limbs
into the stomach
the music makes my heart warm
the rhythm pulsates in the veins

open up fall down
feel the beat bring you
in and out out and in
now here over again
here where we are

open the eyes
watch the traffic pass by
the pavement filled up
with hearts pulsating
on off on off

now and then
the hearts the music the others
all moves in the same rhythm
i turn up the volume
the feeling of joy should never end
never fade

uten ull

snill
er det jeg prøver å være
hele tiden
en korende linerle

tenke på hva de vil si meg
forstå hvordan
bak sine ord de lider

høsten er tung
arme av armer nær bakken
ingen aper i trærne

jeg følger alltid etter
tankene følelsene
alt jeg vet
er hva jeg er

holder meg fast i klokkene
når de kimer høyest
pendelen slår meg fordervet

ikke la bygene legge meg flat
syng ut
grenene viser sitt magre skjelett
mot en himmel der ingen nåde gis

slå meg gi meg inn
ikke bare prat - ta tak i meg
spytt meg i ansiktet
si meg uten ull
jeg er et null

en blåveis vil meg nok vise
at denne vei ei er den rette

garden of sorrows

as i always had
the sorrow in my head
the sun shine music play
the orange taste

all empty eye
no smiles
a hole in my heart
all thoughts inside out

know the truth
cannot spell it out
don't want to hear
only a hole to carry the burden

all was lined up
a construction of positive adjectives
golden dreams sweet words

a rubber on the go
all it took
to erase the full drawing

a canvas of pity dresses me
the brain cannot see
that i lost a mind

i write speak shout
down the hole the simplicity
that any child know

what was never yours
what were leaves on the tree
do easily blow away

left are memories of the trees
with its beautiful leaves
now i wander around
wanting the leaves to blow back

damn it
get that rake
clean this sorrowful garden

eagle of light

only known you for a short time
like a fountain shooting up
a flower blossoming
a snowball down the hill

the colors from green to mint
red to rose blue to ocean
light in my mind
diamonds tingling with sparkles

kangaroo words out of the mouth
laughter funny words
smiling eyes of corridor people

deep inside
a fear a darkness
don't you see the eagle watching
life as a bear with honey

i lick and lick
again and again
imprent my soul
the taste of eden

sooner or later
the sweet is gone
there is no more honey
the bear will roar

i will find myself fighting

sant smil

jeg lyver
ordene spratt ut av meg
en fjær glapp
usannhetene strømmet ut
for sent å si noe annet

i yellow submarine
figurene bobler lyder
ingen forstår

har tapt
den svarte setningen
mørkelegger rommet
leter etter lysstråler

hater løgnene
avler unnvikende blikk
vaklende stemmer

hvor ble jeg av
vil bli sett som en bauta
står igjen som en ballong

gi meg en sjanse til
helt sant at jeg vil
gi deg et sant smil

Walt Whitman's Niece (Lyrics)

Last night or the night before that (I won't say which night)
A seaman friend of mine (I'll not say which seaman)
Walked up to a big old building (I won't say which building)
And would not have walked up the stairs (not to say which stairs)
If there had not have been two girls

(Leaving out the names of those two girls)

I recall a door, a big long room (I'll not tell which room)
I remember a deep blue rug (but I can't say which rug)
A girl took down a book of poems (not to say which book of poems)
As she read I laid my head (and I can't tell which head)
Down in her lap (and I can mention which lap)

Band: Billy Bragg & Wilco
interpreting Woody Guthrie lyrics on Mermaid Avenue

without you

you give my life something i need
i'll be alone
without you

so single minded
without your wide senses
clear views beating heart

so little time
earn money
have a flat
a child maybe two

the bore i'm without
you i adore
want to give you all
inside me torrents will
to be with you

i stay at home
what else to do
you wander around
looking for another thought

sometimes i'm close
your free soul
often out of range
i live this moment
you warm my skin

change of ecology
behind any rising sun
a cooling starts
without you

nothing spelled
all dissolved
an amoebe without boundaries
parking guards everywhere

skjelvende lokk

øyelokket
uvanlig oppførsel
har ikke bedt om lov
skjelver

barnet vil ikke legge seg
kjæresten rydder ei
været dårlig

verden er ute av kontroll
ingen gjør som jeg vil
kroppen har sin egen vilje

i hodet er befalingen klar
øyelokk - vær i ro
skjelvingen fortsetter

her kan alt skje
et lite lokk i dag
i morgen
benet spastisk
armen til værs
ørene vifter

behøver en spesialist
på vifteøre urolokk
som har sett titusenvis
av ville skjelv

om en pille eller to
plagene forsvinner
lokket blir sementert
passer mine stål grå øyne

wonder shades

worried of the boss
the tasks lagging
the new cars
will i ever afford one

red light again
does it never stop
late for nursery

pleasure seeking wife
what is she doing
his work is demanding
today should be her turn

wonders passing by
laughing couples
old people reading
red leaves in the air
children playing

work money minutes
shades in his mind
no free diamonds
shine through

oasis ohoi

the ice from yesterday
melting away
drops on my feet
might come from laughter

i was in greenland
head spinning legs fixated
you cannot picture cannot feel
the snow the ice the sea
neither emphaty nor rhapsody

the ferry sailed to the white village
passing darkness
everyone brought their jumpers
no shades needed
like a trip to the cornershop

ecological changes unfiltered sun
melting glaciers
the heat bangs the head
returning for the illusion
no oasis reported
not yet

circles

in circles we were made
in circles we live
in circles the ash will blow