“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
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.
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.
I’m awake during the hour
where night meets with sleepy, morning dark.
Sun is yet far away
she travels fast and will be here in one hour.
A moment of forever.
Manners and eyes, wide but tight.
A smile on face
watches hands counting.
Nightly exchange of character and tune,
put just another wrinkle under my left eye.
I fancy them in some way.
I love the minute of nothing.
This moment between days
anti-clockwise in a way,
if I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
For me, it’s still today.
Fight for not being a victim!
Right or wrong on this task.
Consider options within!
unhook all chains.
make a change.
towards a better world!
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
The past and it’s future
has now arrived
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
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