The guns have arrived

From childhood memories
I’ll proudly present
29 weapon free years
From this day on
this surely ends
as officers now wears
a thing that kills
a negative reminder
of one land’s freedom crushed
The fears tightens the grip
once more
The past and it’s future
has now arrived

While making decisions of destiny

Endless urge of power, a pest
The black suit and a blue tie
lies heavy on this mans chest
It’s been months since his last breath

Documents of human longing with trust
declined with anticipation and a bust
four walls later sold piece by piece
Like an old car, smeared in with grease

The tie is tainted so the man throws it away
It’s more where that came from, so they say
Documents put into a file, case closed
A family of five, worthwhile at the most

Rabbitholes and turtles

The little rabbit runs and jumps
He’s trying to find another rabbit hole

Who knows whether he’s right or wrong
or even if he’s able to visit them all

Choices made, by those who’s not certified
Those not being correctly adjust

Choices are made by rabbits and turtles
Who knows if they share the same sight

The little rabbit jumps over the turtle
Into a hole, out of reach

The turtle continues his journey and path
He might be slow, but he’s at ease

By the end of the road, where the goal tends to be
the turtle have almost given up

He’s tired of struggling, tired of laps
But the rabbit hasn’t shown up

The turtle just won
and he gets the gold medal

But never will he know
of other paths to follow

And never will he know
where the rabbit went

Yet a lesson is learned
and goldmedal probable well earned

The rabbit jumps out of a hole
and straight into another

Thinking of the gold
he doesn’t even bother

Freedom is reached
and with it follows peace
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journey

Those days he walked this earth
those paths, the steps,
those where the days he’d create
memories.
Long, neverending memories
of regret, of love, of life.
His life. His love. His regret.
We can all think, feel and mourn.
We kan think of the body that is no more,
but spirit remains. It changes.
His energy now transfers, fills up
and breakes down. This energy creates
chaos in order to bring
our future children order.
To create a world of love.
A world of peace,
forgiveness and care.

Om å ta hatten og gå

Tenk på alt vi ikke vet.
Det som forblir usagt.
Det som er usakelig,
men likevel forakt.

Tenk på all den urett
blant krenkelser og stille stikk.
Tenk på hun ved siden av deg
som stille skyves vekk.

Var det i det heletatt
i dine tanker en liten stund,
å senke din lange arm,
å føle, en liten stund?

Den som er utilstrekkelig
står i heten alene.
Den gir opp kampen
mot en som er umettelig

Umettelig på frykt, sulten på makt.
Trykker foten lenger ned
og klemmer ut den minste skatt,
på leting i et sort hull.

Plukk ikke mer i det sorte
hullet vil vokse og sinnet gro.
Sinnet svekkes
og hat får nye sko.

Her cry

How could you think
you could treat me like a fool
treat me like a child
That makes me in denial
and you the responsible one.

I know what I do for you.
So treat me the way like lovers do
That’s the only way I’ll be a fool for you.

How could you dream
of fences and grinds,
about you and me
when I’d rather be free.
Time to make up your mind

You know what you do for me
So treat me somehow differently
And share some response for once