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om jeg så hadde
hender munn
hva skulle jeg ha sagt
kunne jeg bragt deg
ut av ditt trøbbel

hva skulle du sagt
for å bringe meg
ut av min myr

begge vet
dine hender
min munn
er låst

til en virkelighet
der frihet ikke er et ord
der valg ikke diskuteres

i mellomtiden veksler vi
på å forstå innenfor
forstå utenfor

frustrasjonen stråler
ut fra deg
tomheten min svelger lyset
bringer frem et mørke

vi deler
tiden lik jorden

om vi står fast
blir mørket lyst
vi ser hverandre

grey transformed

blocks of concrete
all gray

the music streams
from the ground and up
the music makes
the grey colored

the poetry grows
in my dancing head
the poems come alive

grey concrete transformed
muscles bones moves - words laughter life
the music the colors - the poems the dance
a festival of life

tilbakevendende latter

jeg ler
du forteller noe morsomt
latteren triller ut

du repeterer samme hendelsen
fra mange vinkler
mange innfall

ler mye hele tiden
husker plutselig
alt morsomt vi hadde
hvordan jeg likte å le
du likte å gjøre ablegøyer

vil gjerne få mer tid - videre fortsatt
vil gjerne le mer - om igjen på nytt
sammen med deg

stone dreams

outside my house
a small stone - insignificant
sit there often

thinking everything nothing
see the house the stairs the windows
the rooms inside

remember
what has been said done
not said not done

sit there to rest
between one another activity
my mind dissolves flows away
the skies come alive

dreams perforate my head
everything is turned inside out
reality is switched off

suddenly clear
see it in bright light
coming from the holes in my head

these holes are protection
from the raising barriers
between the inner and the outer

these worlds are leveled
by dreams
as i sit

travelled perspectives

every now and then
walk in to a narrow metal room
not a travel in the air
a travel of perspectives

the travel is wanted
my daily views seems used old
me myself similar

look forward to the transformation
all the senses moves
back to childhood

every step view smell sound
is different new
sensations climb from feet to head
slowly the thought becomes clear
had i lived here
what would i see think feel

walking the streets
sighting small restaurants
talking simple sentences
lighter more happy vulnerable

see myself from far away
see this society close
i can do things differently
does not need to be
the way i had thought

i am freer
lifting off burdens
looking forward to going home
the views thoughts
are mine to use
at home

less worries
more smiles

turn

once i saw this girl
she smiled at me
my nerves became
warm beams of light

like a fountain in us both
there was never an alternative
to letting myself undress

stood there freezing
why did she have to see
this sorrowful sight

but i knew
the question was rhetoric
there was no other way

i stood in front of her
she either would turn away
or she would turn to me

season assimilation

in spring
everything smells
deliciously

looks follow smell
deep green grass
sharp sun clear sky

walking the parks
everything streams into me
lifted up - becoming part of it

breathing in
the season fills the lungs
spurts into the blood

like everyone i meet
look at me
feel the same

i'm assimilated with them
into the season
no body no me you
only energy

the river gives

a woman at the party
looks intently at me
I want to be loved
her statement unresponded
I turn away

try to teach my kids
not to say
I want

about sweets hot dogs movies
had she been my daughter
words would have been many

in a river the rumour goes
there is gold along the shores
everyone searches
no one gives away an ounce

unlike gold
love is not to be wanted
become that river yourself
give it all away

small people

the trees are so small
also the cars the houses
even fjords mountains
like i'm high up
part of google earth

can do so much
with all my strength
no hindrance is real
reach longer than long
climb higher than high
like batman superman
fantastic fours combined

walking my path
more like a road
I see other people
nearly not
they are so small

make so little noise
so sweet so sweet
hope none come
in front of me
cause i none see

minner på bussen

på bussen
en kvinne kommer inn
noe kjent
hvorfra kjenner jeg henne
ungdomsskolen
vi gikk i samme klasse

skal jeg gå bort til henne
hva skal jeg si
jobber 3 barn skilt
hva skal hun si
jobber barn gift skilt

hva kan jeg gjøre
til eller fra

flashes tilbake
unge tenåringer
alt var ukjent mulig
prøving usikkerhet
små seire små tap
latter smil tårer

hun ser frisk ut
rundere rynker jeans
nå går hun av
ser etter henne

urettferdig av meg
ikke gi henne sjansen
til å minnes
meg seg

sier ifra

går ser hører dårlig
vil gjerne følge med
vil gjerne være del

alle bør gjøre
slik vi gamle ønsker
ikke slik vi ikke kan

kan ikke slå hjul på gresset
ikke grille med venner
slenge sykkelen fra seg
la stolene ligge

andre er uten ansvar
de unge tar ingen hensyn

vi gamle vet best
vi forteller alle
snart er vi i grava
men til da sier vi ifra

speil på veggen

barna mine ser på meg
hva ser de
venter de på noe
hva vil de meg

han fikser ledninger
han er sur gjerrig dum snill
sent på kvelden alene
barna drømmer
energi prinsesser rosa helter

finnes ei i drømmen
et verktøy i det bevisste
reduserer mindre og mindre
til slutt ingenting

i speilet en mann
viktig uviktig sterk svak stor liten

pappa pappa fra soverommet
prinsesser har møtt monstre
speiltankene fordufter
varme strømmer mellom stor og liten hånd