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"Mothers" was published in a book in USA.
"Jesus" was published in a book named "Theatre of The Mind" in England.
Proud? Me? OK, a little bit.
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MOTHERS
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What would we do if we had no mothers ?
Just think what the world would be like, my friend.
There would be no sisters or cousins or brothers.
There would be no fathers. And in the end :
there would not be you and there would not be me.
The invention of mothers was FANTASTIC you see !
STEAM !
Way out yonder, like a ghost in the night.
A ship is coming into my sight.
Smoke from it's stacks.
The flags are flying.
The engine is rumb'ling.
The steamwhistle crying.
Indeed it's a ghost from the days gone by.
When only the bravest of men dared to fly.
To fly through the air made most people worry.
It's not like today,when most people hurry.
They never have time to sit down and dream
about the good, old days when ships went by steam.
When happiness wasn't measured by things,
but more by butterflies spreading their wings.
When people knew how to add two and two
without a computer to do it for you.
When a man and his wife could sit down and chat,
take care of their children and be happy with that.
Can anyone blame me that I tend to dream
when I see an old ship that is driven by steam ?
Oh, Shit !
Oh, Shit !
What if the birds refused to fly
and walked about in the street ?
And if the cars refused to drive
because they considered birds sweet ?
And what if all cats and dogs agreed
and walked the birds through the park ?
And out from the forests came rabbits and bears,
chatting along with a lark.
And horses and cows and pigs and sheep
and goats and even a bull
would walk around and eat and shit
until the streets were full !
And if you and I went out to look,
of this you can be sure:
after the first step into the street,
we'd be kneehigh in manure !
The Phantom
There he was.
From out of nowhere.
Just like a flash,
he was standing there !
He was looking at me.
I was staring at him.
And while I was staring
his image grew dim!
A few seconds later there just was no trace !
But I still can remember his smiling face.
Did he come from the future ?
Did he come from the past ?
Why did he come here,
then leaving so fast ?
Who sent him out here,
and what did he find ?
And why did he go
and leave me behind ?
STARS
Looking at the stars, being hit by their beams.
Wanting to climb them, like I do in my dreams.
But the times I have tried, I never got far.
'Cause clouds allways stops the beams from my star.
NORSK
et
på
og
Alle trenger noen !
Alle trenger noen !
Jeg holder rundt deg og kjenner varmen fra deg langt inn i mine hender.
Jeg trykker deg mot munnen og varmen brer seg inni meg.
Det er merkelig hvor lite som skal til.
Og aldri protesterer du når jeg bruker deg.
Og så venter du til neste gang jeg trenger deg.
Slik har vi hatt det i mange år.
Kaffekoppen min og jeg.
JESUS
JESUS
In the evening a tall,bearded man came walking.
He was walking through ruins and quietly talking.
Talking to people sitting there crying.
They were crying for friends wounded and dying.
He was telling the people to love each other,
like they were loving their sister and brother.
He was telling that he had returned to earth.
He was telling about his own rebirth.
But "GOD'S OWN PEOPLE" don't care about love.
They just send their "blessings" from up above.
"Blessings that blows everything into pieces.
With every new "blessing" they hope violence ceases.
And all the "blessed" just have to repay.
By blowing themselves and "GOD'S PEOPLE" away.
"My father in Heaven," said the tall, bearded man,
"wants you to stop fighting, and show that you can
live together like friends, love the lives that you've got!"
They heard what he said. He was killed on the spot.
Is there a moral to this story somewhere?
I just don't know, but Jesus, take care !
Hvordan (s)pare litt pla(ss) når man (s)kriver.
DE(S)EMBER
Uten "S"
(S)ett inn (s)elv!
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Nø,nø nø !
Mange meter med nø !
Jeg par meg kakk !
Men det går mot vår og ommer !
Elv om det er fire måneder til våren, kan det fremdele komme mye nø.
Og jeg par og par ! Er det rart jeg blir liten ?
Nei nå kal jeg gå og ta et bad. Og å kal jeg ette meg i tolen foran TV og ove litt. Og men jeg over, å nør og nør det.
Atan nøvær !
Man kulle gå i hi til våren kom og ette eg på tranden med et gla bru, ole eg og bare lappe av !
Men det er enda noen måneder til dette kan kje.
I mellomtiden får jeg pa videre og iritere meg over nøplogen om pruter min ny-padde gårdpla full av mere nø !
Det tar ALDRI lutt !
Og (s)å krever det litt av le(s)eren !
JA !
VÅREN
HAR
KOMMET
Biltreff på Borrestranda, Horten
Vaktbikja passer på teltet
A Cup of Coffee.
NÅ
er det sommer!
LUXUS
Et liv i
An alien came by today. He parked behind my house.
His ship came soaring through the air as quiet as a mouse.
It settled down next to a tree,
softly, like a bird.
And someone in there smiled at me
but not a sound was heard.
A door was opened and there he was :a small thing dressed in blue.
I heard his thoughts inside my head :"I need some help from you."
"I've travelled a few zillion miles, much faster than the light.
Then some of my equipment stopped functioning last night."
"My coffee-grinder just gave up,
so I wander, could you spare a cup ?
When you travel fast and far,
you need to know just where you are !
Drinking coffee clears my mind and helps me navigate.
And to get me home tonight, I need to consentrate !"
So I put the kettle on and we sat there drinking.
Noone said a single word. We just sat there thinking.
We drank a cup and then one more and then I heard him say :
"I really love your coffee, but I have to go away."
So the little thing in the bright blue suit went back into his ship.
Waving at me, he lifted off and continued on his trip.
A ring on the grass and a dirty cup was all he left behind.
But there is a small question growing in my mind :
"Was it a "he" or was it a "she" or just a fantasy?"
I don't care whatever it was. It was real to me.
So if you are an alien and you're just passing through,
remember this, my little friend : there's coffee here for you.
I've locked my doors to keep him out.
He's making to much noice!
With his reindeer with a bright, red snout
and his "ho-ho-ho"-ing voice.
Why can't someone tell him to open up his mind
and give to those who needs it ? They won't be hard to find.
But Santa is like most of us. And selfish we are not!
As long as we have what we need, who cares what others got ?
Jeg så barne-TV i går. SHREK. Juleutgave.
Han sa noe som jeg kjente meg igjen i : "Troll feirer ikke jul de. Troll feirer ikke noe som helst."
MERRY CHRISTMAS !
Nytt år, nye sjangser til å være snill.
I wish I was a child again.
How easy life would be.
I wish that I was eight or ten
out running, feeling free.
Free from all the trouble
when your car don't want to start.
Free from being told
to open up your heart.
Being a child means dreaming dreams
and to chase a butterfly.
You can ride on moonlight beams
and you're allowed to cry.
You're allowed to make mistakes
you didn't mean to do.
When you grow up, there's allways someone
who is mistrusting you.
How easy it would be
to live a life like children do.
Without betterknowing people
changing it for you.
To anyone who'll ever think
that they'll be changing me :
I am who I am, with all my faults,
and that is who I'll be.
AUGUST !
Jeg ser på kalender'n
at nå er det sommer
og venter på varmen,
som aldri kommer !
Og mens jeg venter på sommervær,
så er plutselig høsten her !
