.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...

.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...: O' Døve loser! blinde skippere ! Levende brødre ved mast og ror Jeg kaller på dere med vann i munn...

Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbruddene, alene med bølger og storm? Hvem blåste i natt i sitt horn? Mens spøkelseskip seilte forbi? Å for en drøm...Kanskje det var Laksen ?

O' Døve loser! blinde skippere !
Levende brødre ved mast og ror
Jeg kaller på dere med vann i munn...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: Kjærligheten til ett menneske er nok til å holde o...

.: Kjærligheten til ett menneske er nok til å holde o...: Liten ? Jeg ?  Langtifra. Jeg er akkurat stor nok. Fyller meg selv helt på langs og på tvers fra øverst til nederst. Er du større en...

Kjærligheten til ett menneske er nok til å holde oss levende. Og det som ikke kan være annerledes er best som der er...

Liten ?
Jeg ? 
Langtifra.
Jeg er akkurat stor nok.
Fyller meg selv helt
på langs og på tvers
fra øverst til nederst.
Er du større enn deg selv?
Kanskje ?

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...: Fager er kvinnen ? Det går over jord, lyder i alle land. Jeg så det så fint ? Gjorde jeg det?

Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men bare i øyeblikket. Jeg hvet ikke hva vi tenkte, vi bare lot hjertet tenke, og tenke kan hende ikke...

Fager er kvinnen ?
Det går over jord,
lyder i alle land.
Jeg så det så fint ?
Gjorde jeg det?

.: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...

.: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...: Ich lehre euch den Ubermenschen. Der Mensch ist Etwas, das uberwunden werden soll. I teach you the superman. Man is something to be ...

.: The work is done. The hammer is laid down...

.: The work is done. The hammer is laid down...: The very need For love or joy or human part of thought, Pride, and the abstract greed For truth, that lifts the heart and doth allot A ...

The work is done. The hammer is laid down...

The very need
For love or joy or human part of thought,
Pride, and the abstract greed
For truth, that lifts the heart and doth allot
A value of self and world to consciousness-
Even this bliss
My empty heart has not.

.: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...

.: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...: Life lived us, not we life. We. as bees sip, Looked, talked and had.  Trees grow as we did last. We loved the gods but as we see a ship....

There is a silence where the town was old. Grass grows where not a memory lies below. We that dined loud are sand. The tale is told. The far hoofs hush. the inn's last light doth go...

Life lived us, not we life. We. as bees sip,
Looked, talked and had. 
Trees grow as we did last.
We loved the gods but as we see a ship.
Never aware of being aware we passed.

E. Munch

.: Images framed picture perfect do not move beyond t...

.: Images framed picture perfect do not move beyond t...: We are born at nightfall and we are morn. and the whole darkness of the world we know, How can we guess its truth, to darkness born. The...

Images framed picture perfect do not move beyond the life...

We are born at nightfall and we are morn.
and the whole darkness of the world we know,
How can we guess its truth, to darkness born.
The obscure consequence of absent glow ?
Only the stars do teach us light. We grasp
Their scattered smallness-es with thoughts that stray.
And, though their eyes look through night's complete mask,
Yet they speak not the features of the day.
Why should these small denials of the whole
More than the black whole the pleased eyes attract ?
Why what it calls "worth" does the captive soul
Add to the small and from the large detract ?
So, out of light's love wishing it night's stretch.
A nightly thought of day we darkly reach.

.: Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, like som...

.: Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, like som...: One political star Is better far than many Precious Stones; One Sun, which is above in Glory seen, Is worth ten thousand Golden Thrones:...

Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, like some of the simple great ones gone for ever and ever by, one still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I, --- Politicians, democrat, autocrat, economist - one who can rule and dare not lie... Perhaps our to-days politicians ? Or perhaps they are not capable...

One political star
Is better far than many Precious Stones;
One Sun, which is above in Glory seen,
Is worth ten thousand Golden Thrones:
And our Politicians think they are better than 
God. And they love TAXES...

No Wars,
Nor mortal Jars,
Nor bloody Feuds, nor Coin,
Nor Grief which they occasion, saw I then;
Nor wicked Thieves which this purloin:
I have no Thoughts that were impure;
Esteeming both Women and Men
God's Work, I was secure,
And recon'd Peace my choicest Gem.

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men bare i øyeblikket. Jeg hvet ikke hva vi tenkte, vi bare lot hjertet tenke, og tenke kan hende ikke...

.: Out of us all that make rhymes, will you choose So...

.: Out of us all that make rhymes, will you choose So...: I know you: You are light as dreams, Tough as oak, Precious as gold, As poppies and corn, Or an old cloak: Sweet as our birds To the...

Out of us all that make rhymes, will you choose Sometimes - As the winds use a crack in a wall or a drain, their joy or their pain to whistle through - Choose me, our words ?

I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,

As the dearest faces
That a man knows,
And as lost homes are:
But though older far
Than older yew, -
As our hills are, old, -
Worn new
Again and again:
Young as our streams
After rain:
and as dear
As the earth which you prove
That we love...

Make me content
With some sweetness
From ???
whose nightingales
Have no wings, -
From Sintra and Cascais
And Lisbon,
And the villages there, -
From the name and the things
No less.

Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy.
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.

.: Det blir dager etter disse ! Og så mange ting med ...

.: Det blir dager etter disse ! Og så mange ting med ...: Takk jeg tar en til...

Det blir dager etter disse ! Og så mange ting med dem. Ennå en gang jodler vår og sommer seg her hjem og gjør fattigmannen stormannsgal av lykke ! Du skal bare se min venn, hvor Gud vil være god og la meg få våryre følelser i mitt blod. Så får jeg nok tilgivelse for hva jeg har skrevet !

Takk jeg tar en til...

.: I built myself a house of glass: It took me years...

.: I built myself a house of glass: It took me years...: But it looks too magnificent. No neighbor casts a stone From where he dwells, in tenement Or palace of glass, alone.

I built myself a house of glass: It took me years to make it: And I was proud. But now, alas Would God someone would break it...

But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbor casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone.

.: Om jeg kan glemme ? Ja/Nei ! Din kjære stemme sit ...

.: Om jeg kan glemme ? Ja/Nei ! Din kjære stemme sit ...: Og lytt, min due, til livets røster og gledens sanger, jo mer du lytter. Og du kan bli ? Ja bli ? Jo før jo heller... Men hils din s...

Om jeg kan glemme ? Ja/Nei ! Din kjære stemme sit smil - din lille hånd og hva det ellers kalles... Ja/Nei kanskje har jeg glemt det. Men det vet Vårherre !

Og lytt, min due,
til livets røster
og gledens sanger,
jo mer du lytter.
Og du kan bli ?
Ja bli ?
Jo før jo heller...
Men hils din søster !

.: Onde tanker skal møtes ved døren !...

.: Onde tanker skal møtes ved døren !...: Come into the garden, For the black bat, night has flown, Come into the garden, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices a...

.: I love roads: The goddesses that dwell far along i...

.: I love roads: The goddesses that dwell far along i...: Roads go on While we forget, and are Forgotten like a star That shoots and is gone. On this earth 'tis sure' we men have not made an...

I love roads: The goddesses that dwell far along invisible are my favorite gods.

Roads go on
While we forget, and are
Forgotten like a star
That shoots and is gone.

On this earth 'tis sure'
we men have not made
anything that doth fade
So soon, so long endure:

The hill road wet with rain
In the sun would not gleam
Like a winding stream
If we trod it not again.

They are lonely
While we sleep, lonelier
For lack of the traveler
who is now a dream only.

From dawn's twilight
And all the clouds like sheep
On the mountains of sleep
They wind into the night.

Whatever the road bring
To me or take from me.
they keep me company
with their pattering.
Crowding the solitude
Of the loops over downs,
Hushing the roar of towns
and their brief multitude.

This is my road...

.: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...

.: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...: I have mislaid the key. I sniff the spray And think of nothing; I see and I hear nothing; Yet seem, too, to be listening, Lying in wai...

There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It is just as I feared ! -' Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my bread...

I have mislaid the key.
I sniff the spray
And think of nothing;
I see and I hear nothing;
Yet seem, too, to be listening,
Lying in wait for what I should.
Yet never can, remember;
No garden appears, no path,
No hoar-green bush, no nothing,
Of Lad's-love, or Old Man,
No child beside,
Neither father nor mother,
Nor any playmate;
Only an avenue, dark, nameless,
without end...

.: Det blir dager etter disse !

.: Det blir dager etter disse !: Og så mange ting med dem. Du skal bare se min 'Prestemann'  Hverken Gud eller djevelen hjelper barna i Syria mot tyrannier. Er det hå...

Det blir dager etter disse !

Og så mange ting med dem.
Du skal bare se min 'Prestemann' 
Hverken Gud eller djevelen hjelper
barna i Syria mot tyrannier.

Er det håp ?
La oss ikke gi opp...

.: Og ingen kjenner hvor smerten er. Den arme djevel ...

.: Og ingen kjenner hvor smerten er. Den arme djevel ...: Men ring i klokker, som bærer bud om fred. Kanskje det også gjelder Syrias barn. Hvem vet hvor mange  som må ofres først.

Og ingen kjenner hvor smerten er. Den arme djevel som ingen venner har, og som lengselen brenner når klokkene rinnger...

Men ring i klokker,
som bærer bud om fred.
Kanskje det også gjelder
Syrias barn.
Hvem vet hvor mange 
som må ofres først.

.: There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof ...

.: There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof ...: The axe-keen intent of all our days for the brief moment lies soft, nuzzling the breast of morning, crooning, still sleep-besotted, of ...

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

The axe-keen intent of all our
days for the brief moment lies
soft, nuzzling the breast of morning,
crooning, still sleep-besotted,
of childish pranks with angels.

A coir of angels does not help...

.: Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in t...

.: Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in t...: Ring the big bells, cook the cow, put on your silver locket. The landlord is knocking at the door and I've got the rent in my pocket. ...

Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in touching. Yet it is you who draws away. The tacit fact is:the awful fear of losing is not enough to cause a fleeing love to stay...

Ring the big bells,
cook the cow,
put on your silver locket.
The landlord is knocking at the door
and I've got the rent in my pocket.

Douse the lights,
Hold your breath,
take my heart in your hand.
I lost my job two weeks ago
and rent day's here again.

.: In retrospect... For hunger and ?

.: In retrospect... For hunger and ?: Last time it changed its seasons subtly, stripped its sultry winds for the reds of dying people of hunger, let gelid drips of ice melt i...

In retrospect... For hunger and ?

Last time it changed its seasons
subtly, stripped its sultry winds
for the reds of dying people of hunger,
let gelid drips of ice melt into a starving 
warming body and urged the dormant
solidarity of human to help of the pain.
We, loving, above the hunger,
did not notice.
But, I remember perhaps now...

.: Disse vers er Vilde vekster etter en bade tur på N...

.: Disse vers er Vilde vekster etter en bade tur på N...: Disse vers er Vilde vekster etter en badetur i dag på Jeløya i en sommer som drysser hen, Hver-gang jeg føler gleden over livet sterkt og...

Disse vers er Vilde vekster etter en bade tur på Nes !...

Disse vers er Vilde vekster etter en badetur i dag på Jeløya
i en sommer som drysser hen,
Hver-gang jeg føler gleden over livet sterkt og nær, ja da ?
Dette er skrevet av en hedning i sommervarmen, 
som ikke lever av sin pen,
og som kun er den og den...
Og som om og om igjen sier nei aldri mere til hva da? 
Men spidder pennen i veggen og kaster PC'n.
Men tok veldig fat på ny, både med det ene og det andre.
En får skylde på sommeren ! Er den kommet ? Eller gått ? Eller ?

.: Only Words ...

.: Only Words ...: I`m doomed to feast of prowess And nobody`s to blame That I can`t change my destiny And must remain the same. That this hard lot acc...

.: Det jeg elsker hos det motsatte kjønn, er at det e...

.: Det jeg elsker hos det motsatte kjønn, er at det e...: Ingenting var figurlig. Vi blåser i symbolikken Og slenger vår bør på nakken Og vandrer til fots naturlig Tilbake til romantikken Som ...

.: Mauren sliter og mauren drar,vet ikke hva den i ve...

.: Mauren sliter og mauren drar,vet ikke hva den i ve...: Noen ligger under dyner. Noen puster under ving. Noen dyr har spisse tryner. Noen sier ingenting...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt, en har sagt, jeg er faktisk ??? Ja hva er jeg? Men henges jeg en dag for et farlig ord, så sørg deg ikke i hjel min venn...