sol och måne
Var är jag?
Augustimånen, harvest moon, över skånska sädesfält, tröskor som tröskar, röken som om det var en eld lägger dimslöjor över sceneriet och månen också.
Truth
Tomorrow's my 30th birthday, kind of strange, unreal. But nice. You get to say what you want, I mean, I want this book and that thing and bla bla bla. It's cool.
My brother says that when two lies meet a truth appears.
And when two truths meet a lie appear...
Scotland Scotland über alles
Another poem in a magazine
http://www.scottishpoetryreview.com/home.htm
check out issue 2 (2010)
New stuff
poetry monthly
I'm on page 24
in issue 15 of Poetry Monthly International.
Shop
Shoppingmalls troubled
by cars and a row
taking command of the
roadbuilding project
isued by the
gouvernment
it's high power
and no one
can lie in a shed on the field
it would be stoped
johanna
Solen och snön,
barnens lek och skrik,
fåglarnas sång.
Hon sover än, det närmar sig
lunchtid. Jag har bakat scones,
precis som förr.
a good morning
on my gravestone
I WAS HERE AND I LIKED IT!
It was all O.K.
I suffered.
There were scents, and flowers, and textures, beautiful women.
I was a handsome man. I invented love.
I radiated genius for those who saw me with loving eyes.
I was happy -- I laughed and cried. Constantly new
sights and sounds. I trembled and sweated
at the sight of beauty. I laughed at strong
things because I loved them -- wanting to kick them in
and make freedom. When I go I'M GONE.
Don't resurrect me
or the duplicates of my atoms.
It was perfect!
Choral of a Left-over New Warmer English Morning
I've been working so hard to get my life in order
Now I'm ready for the halleluja big jubilee.
the northeast actually
Wien
the cup of tea
yellow and black, pointing
over the other yellow square
klings in the distance, birds
moving, eyes, ribs, lungs
soathing stones, snowcovered
highway, dust, a penny
moving voices, cigarettes in
the black plastic wanting, calm
chrystal water
The 100 top movies
from The Thousand Pages
frank zappa n the wailers
scooby doo n the chippmunks
bon jovi n the bravehearts
tom petty n the scrooges
bill hoollyday n the crackmen
david bowie n the strangelers
the trhereee musketeers n the holy men
armageddon
silverfang
weekends with you
wolrk day all deay through
bay att the spider
sleep with the night wathschman
sleep with the pusycayt
sleep with the honor
sleep with the christmastree
sleep with the coldness
sleep with the emptyness
sleep with the bellys
sleep with the dickman
sleep with the soft sheets
sleep with the forest
sleep with the salty water
slleep with the jungle
sleep with the language
sleep with your rounge
wleep with the tower of doom
sleep with death
sleep with cannabis
sleep with dr marteen
sleep with jack daniels
sleep with animals
sleep with airwoman
sleep with condoms
sleep with dildos
sleep with luxurywoman
sleep with sailors
sleep with friends
sleep with mountains
sleep with the pillow
sleep with the musical breakdown
sleep with skunk anansis
sleep with a gun
sleep with fun
sleep with bombs
sleep with greeks
sleep with jesus
sleep with computers
sleep with bathtub
sleep with naked sauna
sleep with marvelman
sleep with life
sleep with angels
sleep with beatifull fearies
sleep with unicorn
sleep with neurotic madman running round in cirkels screamin
sleep with former friends
sleep with former friends wives
sleep with witches
slleep with new age people
sleep with godard
slleeep with telephone
sleep with oasis
sleep with one-eye
sleep with mr smith
sleep with youngstown
sleep with films
sleep with zuzammenhang
sleep with canvas
sleep with wood
sleep with cowards
sleep with wolfs in sheepclothes
sleep with prisons
sleep with flowers
sleep with mouses
sleep with hangmen
sleep with ghosts
sleep with spirits
sleep with the night watchman
sleep with the man in al ong black tie
sleep with presidents
sleep with zeroground
sleep with sung
sleep with breasts
sleep with dogs
sleep with healing
sleep with summerrain
sleep with blackness of the night
sleep with firecrackers
sleep with storms
sleep with harmonicas
sleep with jackinabox
sleep with london
sleep with new england
sleep with crazytown
sleep with magic
sleep with silverubullit
sleep with u2
sleep with birds in skay
sleep with marrymen
sleep with timetables
sleep with work
sleep with undergrounds
sleep with verifications
sleep with mists
sleep with fists
sleep with sperm
sleep with wet underwear
slleep with heybarn
sleep with hot chocklat
sleep with two beautifull women
sleep with three beautiful men
sleep without sleeping
sleep
Magazine
Rumbling Icey Rivers Down Here in Paradise
A snow of love
1 8 6 5
living in the shadow
4 4 4 7 6 5
Still shining sun
1 8 6 5
come spring run river, oh God
3 2 3 4 2 -1 1
The Drunken Dream in a Full Moon Winters Night
Oh holy shepherd, holy child,
1 5 6 5 6 7 8 7
oh holy star - I shall remember all
6 5 6 5 4 3 2 3 4 5
for love is thy name
1 5 4 -1 1
Two guys
Yaza Man and Incense Stick
heard one day the clock say tick.
They rushed away like desert storms
to escape the world of forms.
Yaza Man and Incense Stick
built a fortress brick by brick.
But one day outside a bar
they heard that Truth was found afar.
Incense Stick and Yaza Man
walked around throughout the land.
They searched high and they searched low
but their searching was too slow.
Yaza Man and Incense Stick
found an airy mystic chick.
The girl was nice but in her song
was nothing more than right and wrong.
Incense Stick and Yaza Man
couldn´t really understand.
All hope was gone and not one star
shone light, through darkness, from afar.
Then through the mist appeared a man
"with female looks", said Yaza Man.
Despair and fortune, all the same -
that was what the man did claim.
Yaza Man and Incense Stick
learned an ancient Buddhatrick.
They cleaned the floor and made their beds
with no more thoughts inside their heads.
Yaza Man and Incense Stick
lived in peace, were never sick.
They kept their minds in lowest hara
and said goodbye to old samsara.
Island Girl
When the river is dry
and your halo is torn
Dont just cut of your heart
keep it open and shure
Keep it free from hurt
Keep an open door
Sail away while you can
and before very long
the coming tide
brings the chosen one
when there is a hope
there is a piece
of that ancient land
where my angel sleeps
May the spirit of love
that united our souls
be a gentle dove
and guide you to your goal
when your river runs high
let it flow let it flow
it´s your time with life
to let your garden grow