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There is nothing more to say
I have said it all

This is a recording.











Never shall i ever say anything more
Not a word shall slip
From my inward drawn lip

Again Silence will overgrow
Me like Vines climbing to the stars
Like  Weeds and sweet grass
entangeled on my
laid to rest ass

I will be one again with my ancestors
And their colourful friends

Where once i shouted and demanded
My will to be executed
My brain commanded

There will be peace and breathing
Of the innermost sense

A sweet song will carry
Me home
I see birds gathering
already
They know it too.

I am coming for you
Woman
Goddess
Of the Moon.

En av dina bästa tycker då jag iaf.

Den fångade mig med sin vision, sin starka bild och det enkla rakaspråket.

Tack för en bra start på dan!

Thank you mate!
It`s my pleasure to make your day Mr. Fungi!
You have been a great inspiration,and you still are.
Finally i am in touch with my darkness again
wich creates in me,a balance,a groundedness most needed.
I am a bit of an Anglofiliac,these days,guess it comes from listening to music on me radio.

(i know i said i would seal me  lips forever,but here i go again on my own,going down the only road i have ever know) 

(i nicked that last sentence from a song,that has laid its eggs in me head)

(there is no greater power,than power of goodbye.-Madonna)

Det her var sabla bra lesning! 

Takk!

Wondeful poem!

Absolutley delightful to read your words

as always

I have said it all

This is a recording.

Brutalt godt!
There is nothing more to say than fantastic, Tele

Mmmm... Nickar på huvudet...

Nikker på hodet.... mmmm...

No comment.


(This is a quotation)

Oh no look what you have unleashed in me,look im speaking again,babbeling,mumbeling,i who thought no more,no more,no more.
Wella,i must thank you all for approving to my idle typings.
Its sometimes like being stuck in a corner,and the only way out is to meditate and write about the corner,make a number out of it.
Its like a demon,if i just find its proper name,i can put words on "him",that will embarrass the buggard enough to leave me.
The demons think they can hide from me in the dark,but when it gets dark enough,i can see them,and they don`t like it.
God bless you all.
:respect                    (this is not a recording)

Oh, I hope you never keep silent, my friend.
Your poems are far too good to be stowed away
inside the darkness of your unconscious mind
Just let it keep on pouring out
and into our impatiently waiting hearts

(ahhh...I`m in loooove!! )