inside or outside

In a tiny hall, she is sitting
on the floor with her legs crossed
Trough the maillot she is watching
looking after someone she just lost
You can’t see but she is crying
to show is too much of a cost
Everyday she is lying
or trying to at the most

Little do we know
of the way that she appear
Little do we se of her
but she is here, she is near

 

Gjengang

Glemte kunster forsvinner ikke
de bare ligger der som løv i en dam.
På dager der solen ikke stopper å skinne
flyr de plutselig avgårde

twentytwo

One day, to steps closer
three endless nights in a row

Four a clock I rang the doorbell
Five seasons became less more

Six pence will buy nothing
seven days at work

eight rumors of secret passages
nine more days ahead

ten billion seconds
eleven humans fed

twelve still standing

thirteen lucky bastards
fourteen different songs

fifteen gasps
sixteen tasks
seventeen years old

eighteen lovers
nineteen ninetyeight pants

twenty twinkeling talismans
twentyone wishes

twentytwo lightyears away

Tiny feets

She gently lifts up
both hands towards
her tiny feets

Almost reached
the second toe
One more try
twice in a row
She smiles bright
both hands towards
a crying mother
A cry of love

Creating

Inside
a tiny person grows
inside me

I feel a tingeling touch
A kick from within
from our unborn creation

One miracle, yet so common
an everyday happening
but yet our greatest milestone

Giraffmorgen

Denne morgenen glemte jeg giraffspråket.
Jeg glemte å anerkjenne min huseiers behov.
-for å starte min morgen med å klage
på en knirkende stol.
Jeg glemte å vedkjenne at hennes behov
er like viktige som mine

Today I am Human

“Your drawing is awful”, the little boy said
“Let’s blow his hat of”, listeners prayed.
Today I am Charlie, today I am peace
Let’s hold hands, do not release.
We are brothers and sisters
despite any pencil
despite any motive
Let us paint, let us sing
as free human beings
Let us march, let us walk
rejoin without marks

Love & Peace

Fortsatt idag

Jeg er våken i timen
der natt møter søvnig, morgenmørke.
Solen er ennå langt unna,
hun reiser raskt og vil være her om noen timer.
Et øyeblikk av evighet.

Værens øyne, vide men smale.
Rastløse føtter.
Et smilende ansikt
følger hender som teller.

Nattens utveksling av karakter og melodi,
skaper en rynke under mitt venstre øye.
Den er ønsket.

Jeg elsker minutter av ingenting.
Øyeblikk mellom dager
mot klokken på en måte,
for hvis jeg ikke har gått i dvale ennå,
er det for meg fortsatt i dag.