følelsesfestning

jeg gleder meg
når du er på vei
på vei inn i rommet til meg

vel inne
finnes inget blikk
ingen berøring
et møbel malplassert
midt på gulvet står jeg

igjen har du klart
å gi meg forventning
uten deg kunne jeg vært sart
nå må jeg bygge en følelsesfestning

kontruerer en kino
pannen som lerret
låner den raskt et øye

scenen med møbel og is
spiller den ofte og jevnt
det blir ikke plass til mange glis
glahn ville nikket som til en bekjent

lightened thoughts

every day i walk these paths
every night i long for them
the winding curves the stones the grass

along the way
i hear the waves
feel the wind
see the leaves

my thoughts they wander
as i myself move on and pander

a lightening of happiness
strikes through my heart and bone

not only are my thoughts inspired
but in a blink
they surf the waves
follow the wind
sit on the leaves

then the subjects
are rolled back to square
no longer free
the thoughts are framed

i need to hand my trust
to next day - it ain't rust
for me these paths are must

please lady love

hey you - you yes
in the white blouse
please

take me for a ride
on your blue bicycle
let me sit behind
you can be in charge

i remember
i rode this bike
some time since

you think i need a helmet
it's not that important
if i fall off
at least i've tried

some scratches won't harm
can even do with scars
a broken leg or two

please
won't comment your driving
i've longed for such a chance

you're so close
oh lady love
please let me on

etter samlivsbrudd I

kanskje er et dikt ikke rett
jeg når deg ikke mer med det
enn når jeg snakker eller tier

vi snakker ei som to
som i 15 år har snakket til hverandre
men vi skriver nok som to
som i 15 år ei har sendt hverandre brev

så hva kan skade med noen ord
ord om hvor godt det er å vite
vi har hverandre styrket
og drømmene har vi dyrket

variant av dikt skrevet
2006-10-14 - rett etter et samlivsbrudd

smil din balle

alle innprentede forsvar
pene ord unnskyldninger
et utall av vendninger

viser at vi respekterer
vi forstår våre feil
vi forlater andres

nei det går greit
ingen problem
det ordner seg nok

uttrykk i bruk hele dagen
uttrykk så andre beholder masken

men inniblant sier vi faen
kyss deg i ræva din balle
det er for jævlig

og de tiltalte de forulempede
har sett omgangsmasken falle

et glimt bak en maske
et glimt uten liksom
tanken er lik
om masken er på eller ikke

tornerose i negativ

med ett
ikke en lyd
alt er stille
ingen hjerteslag ingen ord

kun jeg i bevegelse
tornerose avspilt i negativ
som en slagscene fra matrix
midt i mitt liv - ingen triks

går omkring
ser på kjære og ekle
smekre og skjeve

tar mot til meg
kysser en som jeg har kjær
en som aldri ble meg nær

men alt er grått og stille
og jeg føler meg så liten
en gammel og kroket en

en som har fylt hundre år
der alle venner jorden får
uten hjerteslag er alt minner
trist dødt ingen kvinner

fri meg fra denne hjerteløse mare
legg ditt hjerte inntil mitt
la meg kjenne dine slag

fighting to cry

he told me the saddest thing
and his eyes went wet

moments of his years
which really made his life
a better place

he flashed back
in a split second he was there
living the good life

now the tears are left to watch
the thickness of his voice
tells me no hour of today
resembles what was lost

and i envy him these tears
the memories of happiness
the knowledge of past love

cause all i fight and long for
are moments so that i
can cry and say with thick voice
i too have loved and died

programmed control

i decide my actions
know the program every hour
when to eat shop watch tv

kids too have school tv
full schedule for every one
not much time for moon

not much time to be confused
inside my defined being
i hear screams of scare
from my toes and to the hair

streams of pain
pull all the nerves
into a knot
sit still i cannot

need to raise and walk
have to drink some water
cool the stomach volcano

don't be mistaken
i bite my teeth
keep my program
i won't let go
of this good looking life

dress naked

want to dress in many layers
not walk around all naked
hurt by every stone
scratched by each and one

don't need to feel the eyes
of those that looks for skin to peel

the clothes
they will comfort me
protect me heat me numb me
tell everyone that i belong

i have found some tailors
with scissors threads and clothing
one by one
the clothes they cover me

now my fear is turning
again my skin is freezing
what if i never ever
will feel a bloody thing

straight love

lifting and flying
can see the whole world
grass roads woods
you and you and them

as i lift further
there is a warm breeze inside
i like all that i see
everything melts

they become part of me
as i only see them as dots
i feel them like we were one

the ability is given from above
from one that is higher
one that has more love

i do my best
it will hurt them to fall
they need to hold on
hold on to my love

letting go is no easy choice
down and down straight down
not even a spiraling movement

counting strangers

when you walk beside me
a change occur i see
a soundless lightning
unknown thunder

turning around
looking at you
you've changed
to someone i haven't met

don't see you

i close my eyes
uncertainty surrounds me
no blood in my face
breathing heavily slowly
a struggle with fear
lost in the maze

don't know

what should i believe
who to count
will i be parted
will i fit

with the stranger at my side
with the stranger in myself

dance of pain

the rhythm moves us on
time plays the silent beat
your face looks hurt
eyes down voice filled

i saw me handing it to you
could not hold it back
like dance steps already made
me the string puppet

regrets are of little help
see you prepare for the return
your moves painted on the floor

i might as well
pull out the handkerchief
tears on my chin

give me new steps
don't want to shake
in this dance of pain