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I have become a voice of the night

The sound of dreams

Making conversations

With stars and funny men

In short dotted underwear.

I should be dreaming,

Still i keep up this

Untimely leaping behind

Lines of utterly mad

Ness-mess.



I have become every-one

Many souls, many-ones

Wrapped up

to appear

as Barry Bones

Or Sally Cohones

On a Friday noon.


Good night sweet

Crystal-covered Head

Go to thy

Shed and flee

now from

this hour of

Rambeling

Non-sense.

Go and be

gone for

a While.


I will keep

an eye on thee.

Sing for thee

and blow wind

over thy sweaty

brow.

Yes,i will not

let you disappear

in a ghostly dream

for

My hand is

made of Love

And the stars

are lit by the charm

of the sacred

Dove.

sleep tight
spirit-poet
master of the
wonder words

Takker dig Perle,for at du skinner hverdag

For at du skjenker mig behag.

Nå er det dog atter kveld

Dagen var men er seld

Så no får eg tenna

ein nærande eld.

May the stars shine abowe you tonigth

Lilyane,mi fine fine Dame

Eg takkar for din Varme &

Gledar meg over din Sjarme.


No får du kosa deg.

Your words
as magic as always

They will help me sleep tonight
and scare off all my frights

Thank you for being you

-it helps me to see me too

keep on rambling

you of many voices

with the colour of smile


in the non

there is a

utter sense

of sense


Gro

Takk Malaika og Gro H

Som lokkar fram det solfyllte blå

Så eg betre kan sjå

Kor mine føter skal trå.


Fine ord har dykk valgt

Frå dei kan eg nå langt.

Byggja vidare på det fine

Som kjem når eg rime

Å raddle som en Kjime

Te alt så elske å  tine.


Sodulin.

In the act of creation a voice of joy Wrapped in pixels fill my dream with harmony and love of life.   

Cenobit sitter på solen og smiler gitt

Fønix er også der

Dansende rundt med nakne tær.

Gudane er milde

Som gjer meg sånne gilde

Folk av fest å sjeldne fargar

Til dinne verden av stjerner

Og vel-klingande sargar.

       

Keep writing mighty "nighty" poet
So we'll have o joyful awakening
Every morning... reading
words of a night ladder
or is it Knight Adder? 

The night is full of delight,the stars are alite

And i have no nudging fright!

I can write and even bite

If the bug chooses to run me over

On a rusty old bike.

I am no english teacher

I just go through endless

Transformations

To ultimately find

my insomniac mind

Sleeping carelessly

On a shelf in the hall

Among dusty hats

And a forgotten

Ball.


But there is joy!

And the joy thereof!

Understanding

And the understanding thereof.


There is love

And the ecstasy thereof!


Off.

Ahh.

MMmmm!


GGgGaahhh!


These are the sounds

I hear when i make

Sexy love in your ear.

Ohhh!

Ahhhaaa!


quitarramassarra!


Love hot com dot!

The poet is no gone to bed,
to rest his sleepy head.

funny


just when I needed  to laugh- there you are


and I sit here smiling

You sit there smiling

Laughing and whining

Making me feel like

I am dying on the vine.

That is just fine!

I used to be on time,

Now scratching my behind

With claws,sharp and unkind,

Head full of eyes

And a Clownish device

Supposed to make

Everything nice.


Lo,and behold!

The prophecy has been

Fortold!

One will come to speak of light

One will come to speak of night

And one will come to argue

Between the two.

Much noise will be made

Tables will over-turn

Expensive cauldrons will crack

And Goddess Demeter will

Attack the  Rambeling Lot

With fits of laughter

And strange visions

Of the here-after.


Then a strange peace

Will make chaos cease

Clowns asleep

And dreams so deep

One shall hardly know

There was any show.


Yo!

What a goodnight story!
full of visions and beauty
and laughter.

Bang the piano with a crooked cane
and lick the melted candybars with the tounges inside your brain
let the coats talk about news as the fridge do the tango
THIS IS A BIT OF HOW BAD IT ALL CAN GO!!
tippeduppeduDAH! paduDAH! c'mon
tippeduppeduDOH! paduDOHDOH!!
listen to the fridge dancing foxtrot and tango
LISTENING TO RECORDS OF FOURFINGER DIANGO!!
Ooozing down the streets with an umberella down your throath
clap your fingers clap your hands down in the good ol' steamboat
willywollywonka making bars of brown delights
let's be chillin like two villains in numerous sites BABY
cast me into the arms of the world
let the green eyes catch my sooouuuul
it's fast and it's brutally passed truth is hurled
into the part that is whoooooooooole YEAH!!! bebebebebebebebeb
babababbabbop
scoooobydoooobydabuDÆPP!!! dabuddadediduuuu



TCHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

Much happiness and sunshine

To you ,brother of the yellow vine.

May all your days be soaked

In brilliant fits of good laughter

And gum-bears,and great theater.

While seven golden monkeys

Play the flute

On the back of seven giant donkeys,

All aroused by the power

Of the ever-watching

Diamanda Galas

Tower.

A magician of words and thoughts out there on the fields of manifested and unmanifested form you are

-Yoda

Again,(almost as if afraid of not getting the last word),I must thank you for words so kind.

Now night has fallen heavily upon my skull of many bones

I will soon be drenched in vivid dreams of curling snakes

And tip-toing toads with red glowing marbles for eyes.

Soon i will eat with the lord of meat,and desert will be fried feet

Served in a chokolate sauce,dark and sweet.

Og så kjem ein liten Ola ut av veggen med treskjei i neven

Og med store augne spør han:(( Kan hende sparar storkaren ein bete?))

Eg seier til meg sjølve at no drøymer du,men då svarar guten på golvet,berre opplyst av månen:((Eg er ikkje du!))

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