Making art

Precisely, it is worth to be
precise, when making art.
The artwork is a none, you see,
if it cannot give start.

The echo of the mountain cliff,
from west, north, east and south,
is clear, though in no manner stiff.
And it comes from your mouth.

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Being somewhat

If you just put a bullet in
a corpse be seen, that is no sin.
If that is surely so, that nail, the head,
the it, would be played dead.

Though, picking flower without pride,
in thought, of that thing put aside.
in vase to stand, or hand be in,
perhaps would be the greatest sin.

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Into it

One thing is quite for certain.
It has to do with domes,
which is not like the curtain
one finds in furnished homes.

The curtain for the window
is safety from look.
The pasture of the meadow
is more like open book.

Yet, still there is in common
a certain thing called roof,
and for the guest to summon,
on taste the dome is proof.

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Also - aI might flag

Ai am wearing the jacket of the training suit of the Military Academy of Norway, in my time, again. On the breast of it there is this symbol, which is the royal lion of Norway. The crest of the King of Norway. In the Haag convention, grounding the Geneva conventions regulating warfare, meaning ways and means which are tolerable in times of war, there are two demands to a lawful combattant. These are one, such shall wear a recognizable sign, showing what party the combattant belongs to, and two, these shall wear their weaponry in the open. Any solicitor knows this to be the case. And politician with unilateral belonging knows this to be the case. Any soldier in Norway knows this to be the case. So, when aI am attacked the way aI am, and sought killed the way aI am, we are not speaking of legal combattants. We are speaking of criminals.

If the Geneva conventions have been abandoned, and if the Haag convention has been abandoned, those conventions were valid when aI was made subjected to this attack, in 1997. And law cannot be made valid for times before validization. Any advocate knows this to be the case. Any judge, of course. Any parliament member. Any Norwegian soldier. So, where are we ... Ai have that jacket hanging in immediate reach.

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A hard time

I wake up in the morning,
the middle of it, I
am to the watch a warning,
and that is reason why.

I try to tell the watch that thing.
Perhaps this time it goes.
I look around me, what to bring.
And see no superegos.

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Colour and time

The time is always measure.
And colours can be not.
And neither time is treasure
when minutes, what was got.

Those colours, though, may happen
when looking back on way.
If colour, though, is rapine,
no way it suits the day.

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A colour state

The colour changes, blue, perhaps, gets red,
and time, it takes, a word, a music note,
confusion guides, to be is rather dead
when not to be is else and just remote.
One plays along, perhaps, by mind occurred,
a minute, second, quarter note in play,
until one is adjusted to the blurred
and thinks ahead, to just another day.
One thinks of rainbow, intellect appears,
to guide, and sort, and end, the cocktail rise,
which chicken counts, producing fears
one loses it, if not in some disguise.
An English sonnet clear is on its way.
It comes, and it is just another day.

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This poem aI wanted to post a link to on the blog hop of dVerse ꜛhere, though was hindered. Ai was a bit provoced by the video aI saw, in that post, and made a remark, to be found on Mix Trix Nix here: ꜛIt counts.

Colour

There is to me no colour
which can go for the light.
There is to me no valour
which can be said is right.

What gold is, though, is splendid.
And silver is not bad.
And lovely is the mended,
and all the joy we had.

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Not so stupid

They tried to make a tower,
in Babel, at that time,
for intellect to lower
to reach the height of chime.

And God confused their language,
for anyone to see,
that only pain and anguish
comes out of heart to free.

Impossible to gather
it was, by many views.
And Abraham thought, rather,
by life than by those hues.

He left the great confusion.
He made a family.
And God made an exclusion
from mad, entirely.

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That devilish view

That devil is in fact so bad
it needs above the weary sad.
It tells the world and anyone,
to love is to let pain be won.

A being which is innocent
to Satan knock-out will present.
No limit, then, there is to fight
and bigotry to make it right.

To make one bad, the devils call,
the way it sees it, all in all,
we need togetherness and pride
of justice made, on top and side.

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Learning by seeing

They say, what does not kill
you, stronger makes you will.
I think it is insane.
To benefit from pain …

The damage always finds
its way to weary minds.
If one has no control
one ends up in a role.

The lesser made and done
the lesser will be on.
To cope, by being smart,
is being not by art.

May future see the man
and woman which smile can,
which are not strong in mind,
though, curious, and kind.

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The touch

What should be very scary

is light complementary,

as when the sound of thunder

the lightening is under.

You cannot then be hiding.

And with yourself abiding,

to do is not by measure,

though warning see, and treasure.

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The way it goes

One cannot be adjoined by strife.

That should be clear to man and wife,

and certainly to anyone

who rather should acknowledge son.

My feeling now, when passed some years,

is that you are so imbecile,

so totally devoid of tact,

that there is no hope in your feel.

Defence of sins releases fears.

And that is one undoubtful fact.

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The best there is

Comfort to children is chair magnanimous.
Comfort to children is blanket unanimous.
Comfort to children are walls made ridiculous.
Comfort to children are senses miraculous.

Making it cosy to children is glorious.
Smiles should be natural urge when notorious.
Children are getting it, feeling and reasoning.
Out of one's head one should blush and be crimsoning.

Photo: A woman of my family

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Foolishness

To kill the lovely being
which rules this trifling earth,
not even if that seeing,
the world is more of worth,

is not exactly thinking,
and feeling neither is.
One sees the future blinking.
And is enticed by this.

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To the Prince

One finds a reason, with be reasoning
what is not there for one to find and fight.
The weather cold, the weather warm, the spring,
with numerous develops not obeying light.

Be praised, my Lord, for any precious sight.
A girl one is, and powerless as such, and though
a capability by growing might,
by levelling won, and by pure nouveau.

Prince, may it thy interest, the bright,
still now, when life has shown its power way.
The wrong is clearly seen just by the wright.
And artists know, the one is guy and gay.

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Life again

The snow has melted, ice appear,
again the winter is to fear,
the first of snow as always nice
until it shows up, that damned ice.

One should have learned the year before,
if not, by years before that more.
Now one must fight, and there is war.
Man. Steps. Who can those steps adore.

Why does not snow stay in the air
instead of being to earth fair.
Precisely, one is not a cat.
The rage is motion to the hat.

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Format

It is worth recalling, aI believe, that "holy cow" was an expression to generations before us, also in Norwegian. Ai mean, they made that golden oxen calf. Though, holy cow?

Hindu people must get this; by many gods working those need a director to be united, as an orchestra. And even so, peace is seldom accomplished. There is envy, and strife, and what about the forgotten one? The avoided one? The lesser?

Also, those ways and means? Why did you not, when ... ? What is wrong with you, lissom? Why do you let that god, you know, compete?

You know, civilization depends on Jesus Christ. Civilization is raised on the cross. And if one should pin point the exact thing about Christianity which is it, other than that, aI mean demands might call for such a formulation, it is to be found in St. John: God gave His Son.

There is no such thing as intelligent religion. Scientology, for example, is insanity. There is no such thing as scientific belief. 

Faith. Have faith, show faith, and let faith rule. Demand faith. By faith people are s'mthing, and guidance on the way is given by conscience, first of all, and laws, norms, and also values, and expectations otherwise in the culture, and in times of conflict, by orders of the ruler.

It means something for a boy to feel he is raised, and also for a girl to feel she is the apple in the eye of that man being her father. Mothers are homes. What to go out from. If one feels parents were directed, one will question one's ground.

 

Shame has with starting point to do. Ground, constitution, point of departure. Intellectually, one may divide between shame and guilt, saying shame has with being not good enough to do. It is not easy to argue with that, though, being not good enough? Shame is essential, and one cannot say "shame on you", can one?

"Be just flattered," perhaps one can say.

Being by is not saying "one must". It has with authority to do. Imagine a military officer; "I have just been put in this position."

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A reminder

The original poem (psalm) was written by Elias Blix (♂) († 1902) and is called "Nåde, nåde utan ende".
This poem I have made melody to.

Vaccinius · Nåde - Nåde Utan Ende

What does this mean

When making up excuses
for homicide and theft
above there are accuses
which sort from right the left.

And then there will be findings
of proofs, and of the will,
which found is by the mindings.
And of the being ill.

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Reality

The reality is
I am fed up by this.
So, reality, that
one should be heading at!

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What to pray for

Without the taste, one cannot hear,
one cannot see, one cannot smell.
One cannot judge, makes nothing clear,
and cannot think of being well.

One lacks direction, has no wit.
Keep up, keep up, my Lord, my hold.
Keep up my view upon the fit.
To end of day, that thing is gold.

No recognition and no shame,
I had no opportunity.
No constitution and no fame,
I would not know of sanity.

Do love, my hold, with all your heart,
with all your soul and all your mind,
by view, and taste, producing art,
by smell and taste, producing kind.

My soul is it, forever be,
my portion homo sapiens.
To fall is not my destiny,
to rest among vulgarians.

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We can agree upon that

Whenever there is justice,

there is a certain touch,

the freeing of the hostage

who was not valued much.

Togetherness is served by that,

by justice finding place.

As flower light is heading at,

what counts is good to face.

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That devil

When standing in the way, to God,
one is exactly not as blood.
And, who would do that, one may ask.
The answer is, it is all task.

The devil is like smile and pain.
No smile, that thinks, if not in vain.
So being to the devil is
ridiculous. And it is this.

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Getting it

The night is misty, lights are few,
not clear what has become of new.
I take my chances, carry on.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

My body aches, the bites are low,
the venom trumpet not to blow.
It neither leaves me weak nor won.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

And as I spit, I make my choice.
Not to get lost with too much noise.
The Lord I do depend upon.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

The creep is not much clarion.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

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Keep up

If okay with the evil, no mercy there is,

and the child and the adult both vanish by this.

What appears is the beast, by which fear is the rule,

and by which what is counting, are makings of fool.

Jesus Chris said it clearly, what life is about.

To show love is what matters, to Christ sheep, not gout.

By admitting the heart which is cruel, the step glips

by which walking on earth is like series of trips.

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To the insane ones

When dependent on lie, life cannot be okay.

When the bad luck appears, it will hurt, in a way.

Lie and life are related as words, one will know.

What appears is the lie, and it will not bestow.

You have come to your senses by loosing your minds.

What appears is too frightening, anyone finds.

When collapsing, that soap bubble, it will be fine.

Mind and sense will then beautifully form and combine.

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We all agree

Expectation to be right, you all know, is for real man to fight. Very better is to be okay than to be given want to obey. The quite foolish relies on the trust he plays game by the it serving must. One should not be so terribly rational. You know, to be is sensational.

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To be hypnotized

I believe being hypnotized is like the sea put in motion by wind and by waves of to be. One is open to weather and to any fall. And that litter ... My Lord! It is terrible, all.

One is grounded, perhaps, by the bottom and shore. There is one, though, appearing as fool and as whore. One should know, I think, know, that to God one is life by both being the daughter and being the wife.

There is much to experience in this strange world. One is to it subjected, though, one is not pearled. Quite the opposite, one is the making of pearls. And for sailing, one works for both boys, - and girls.

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Me and you

There are two allegations, aI feel, the poor bad one is making when mistreating me and torturing me.

One is that aI have been made to create what aI have created, and to make the incidents of love aI have made. What is in question, is making music, expressing wisdom, making poetry, making drawings, and also other acts of love, such as cleaning and clearing forestry, cleaning streets for litter, and letting children smile.

Two, is that those people have been made by me to commit crime, being guided or ordered by reading my writings and by perceptions of my being.

None of this aI admit. None of this has any root in reality. People have been against me from the beginning of, speaking of when aI was isolated and subjected to common hatred. We have nothing in common.

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Sexuality

For obvious reasons, aI prefer to address this blog post to youth. Ai will not discuss or embroider upon what those reasons are.

You certainly know, youth, one cannot distinguish oneself from the body. In a certain sense, one can control the body, and be over it, intellectually, in so many a way. The body, though, is our habitat, fundamentally, and sexually, our grounding, and both males and females are comforted by orgasms. That is to be released, by the basics. It is like when the birch spring to leaves. It is like when the cherry tree blooms. And it can be like when those blooms fall, and fruit appears. The orgasm is a culmination, to the body, we see, relating to it. A make over. And we should acknowledge the mind benefits from this taking place. That thing makes calm. Ai write this, here, so, to make it understandable to males, who see their gentiles as members of body. That, in contradiction to this, that is.

Sexual desire is not evil. Sexual desire is way of life, and when young, those hormones might be challenging. And, males, you know, there are so insanely many lovely girls out there … After Adam, who initiated life on earth, what Norwegians, by Odin, at one point, in the year of 1000, grasped, it was not uncommon to have several wives, for a father. So not to make the female lesser. In Israel there is a rule, for instance, an Israelite is by a Jewish mother, fundamentally. And that king Salomon, who was the son of King David, had 1000 wives, right. 700 proud and independent, and 300 maidservants, to begin with. Ai believe that man was hypnotized, and felt for having several holds, relating to women. Though, think of it. How many nights are there in a year? Salomon let write, though, “House and riches are the inheritance of fathers: and a prudent wife is from the Lord.” (Proverbs, 19:14) And after Christ, what has been the norm, and legal, in most countries, is having a wife, and that is one wife. Intellectually speaking, the reason for this is love. What is the man up to … A change took place by Jesus, by which man was no longer given by family.

And we are not fools. French “les bien” in English means “the good”, according to the work of Google Translate. And, there is another thing: Blowjobs! You know, being a man might be interesting. There is a word, though, from ancient times, which is ruling, and guiding, at that is “Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore; lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of wickedness.” You see, feelings are involved. In American English especially, aI believe, to “eat pussy” is considered to be weak. And aI believe women in general will consider that to do to be a sign of weakness. And to eat that dick, and what comes out of it, is not related to pride, either. If a girl chooses to do so, voluntarily, she is rational. And, if a girl chooses to make love to another woman in front of a man, voluntarily, she does so consciously. If, though, that girl is forced to be like nothing, just comforting, life has no hold. Get it. Prostitution is a way of feeling. By the word “adultery” one in English will like to get it, what prostitution is. In Norwegian, we naturally get the other side: It has with being filthy to do.

Rules do not vanish. The Law of Moses is constituting. And what are we speaking about? The love of God three thousand years ago, establishing life on earth? Get it, those imbeciles having minds and whatever are nothing, and plain stupid, and evil, when life is not acknowledged and admitted. Whatever comes out of the presence; this counts; aI believe ...

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That mammon

I find myself in bank reception,

being of it no exemption,

being in it no sensation,

being by it consummation.

I must think of ways of living,

interest, and love, and giving.

Being chambered not a treasure

is to income not a pleasure.

Jesus is the Christian shepherd,

saving herd from wolf and leopard.

Though, much more there is to feeling,

and that is to be appealing.

Do not count your chicken, really

is a word to fathom fully.

And a way to see it, surely,

is to get, you take it purely.

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A song of hope

Vaccinius · En Sang Om Håp

Think of it closely,
if ev'ry one
were all the same by
not what is done,
though by the Spirit,
Christ being it,
stupid not at all a bit.

Great would the world be, plenty the ways,
many a going from nights to days.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

Perhaps I dream to much and gladly,
maybe I dream of to be.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

In it together, grown up and small,
we know life is an answer to call.
Think of it, little, happy and safe,
in the spirit not a waif.

Think of it, little, violence not,
help at a dead lift by being got,
cared for and finding ev'rywhere hold,
self-assured in love from old.

By that, there would be new creations,
changes, laughter, smiles and sense.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

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The way of Satan

That true Satan will not be, though carry the torch,
and to see what is fear will be Satan's approach.
When he does, he will be there, to see what to do
to disqualify that which is governing you.

Satan is not the wind, though, he will be wind in,
that way by, for the carriage of power to win.
To take fully advantage of what in life rules
is the scope of a devil, by endless dead fools.

Satan has no idea of one's love taking place.
Satan has no idea of the evil to face.
What a devil is occupied with is just to do
that is governing by being devil to you.

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Mend hearts

Mend your hearts, any evil stupid being! When one for trial in court is sentenced, becoming a convict, do the members of the court hate the person? What kind of court would that be? Surely, the civilized court is established with Christ, the Son, in mind. The Lord judges hearts, what one in court does not. Surely, though, the Lord does not hate a human being? As if hearts stood in opposition to each other? As if opposite powers, opposite forces? As if the Lord was moved by what wrong was done to God? As if God was moved by what takes place on earth? Mend your hearts. To kill, hereby to torture, is not to be naughty. To steal, hereby to destroy property, is not to be naughty. To lie, hereby to receive bribe, is not to be naughty. Such acts, to the Lord, are by hearts, and such a heart is evil, that is, wrong.

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My belonging

Another morning in disgust.

Though, in the Lord I keep my trust.

My body aches, my pride does too.

Not confidence I have in you.

My money vanished, what I owned

besides that was by Satan stoned.

What matters, though, is Christ, the Lord,

there in my heart for to afford.

There are so many graves and pits,

and traps and gaps the seldom hits.

The devil is alert and bad,

and catching not, it will be had.

What I have not, is it, that cruel

and evil being, making fool.

In my heart, the Lord Jesus rules.

This chilly morning that thing cools. 

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Differently looking

My sunglasses are very fine.
They work, and they are being mine.
Through them, I clearly see a cat
which looks at me, determined at.

The cat, I see, is somewhat strange
for heart and mind to rearrange.
With sunglasses, though, which are fine
I know I can by what is mine.

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The rule of God

The rule of God is very clear:
You should obey the being dear.
To love and hate the one in charge
is weakness, and makes power large.

Above it all, one should grasp light,
oneself be light, oneself do right.
The light is hold and energy,
to tactics, and to strategy.

And what is not for you to do,
please leave it to the lovely few
who will and can and wants it right,
made good and chosen by the light.

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The meaning of life

There are moments in life when I ask myself why
I was born, when the reason for life is to die.
I believe, though, we prosper, technology by,
and I do believe, also, man better will fly.

Man will fly above skies, and will fly to the moon,
and the art which he makes will the glorious tune.
And the children will love to be raised to delight
which the earth has become, not each other we fight.

And those low-lives and rumours will come to an end,
when the fatherhood works, and on Christ we depend.
I believe, once upon time, a venomous snake
did not give pain so much, and we can once again.

What is wished for in life is the will to create,
not the winning of war or of race or debate.
We are not like each other on earth, thank You Lord.
And the meaning of life is that view to afford.

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Farewell to arms

I do go in the forest, do go by the sea,

so to do is my pleasure, and happy to be.

So to be I see clearly. It makes me alive.

And there is no such thing as the senses of five.

I do think of the future, of women and men.

Are they fit, or is doing the survival plan.

I would say, to suggest they know well what to do

relatively good is, or Hell to both two.

One is matter, and matters, as grounded one is.

And the point is, one is in command doing this.

There is left, there is right, kind by arms not to fight.

When the sea hits the forest by making it right.

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That way to go

I do think of the children, and on way to go.

For the child it is not to be finding way so.

In the brass bands of schools there must be someone strange

for that thing to make up, for that thing to arrange.

One may see children running together in crowds

to the playground, for instance, as free quarters clouds.

Way to go, though, for children is stepping on toe

tip and adults who say, that should be way to go.

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Man to be

As practical about my life

I am not there, I look for strife.

If I to God am not enough,

in no way I will be that tough.

That devil only wants to hate,

and on to be that surely great.

A man should be what man is not,

and that is not the being got.

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Get over it

If unable to face it, there is no-way one
can solve what is the problem, resolve what is done.
As subjected to chance one has nothing to say
and one always will be for the made in the way.

It is stupid to make people lame, people tamed.
It is stupid to make people counted, not named.
If not up to it, nothing one gets or one can,
and that means beasts will rule and that means end of man.

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To the woman

The Lord let lose the binding.
The Lord let soul appear,
and terror is the finding,
and terror is to bear.

Your are not quite the ending
on which mankind depends.
You are on God depending.
And should know how it ends.

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Get it

Get off your bicycle, get it you are
by your imagining not quite a star.
Get it, there are someone better than you.
And, what is asked for, is justice to to.

Get it, you cannot in anyway cope
by the way stupid, by being the dope.
Get it, what you have to do is to learn.
See to it, your fire stops not to burn.

[ Get it, this poem is not thorough, by being formally correct, speaking of meter. Get it, the language spelling program on my computer is now not working. Get it, aI am only one hypnotized being. And get it, that Satan is so poor, nothing counts. Get it, the evilness of all times. ]

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What counts

What counts in life is intellect,

by which a man is not suspect

and by which you are being kind

by having neighbours in your mind.

What man is not cannot obey.

What man is not is in a way,

and cannot reason to create

and cannot reason to debate.

As capable one counts in life.

And to the man, so does the wife.

The stupid one will never count.

The stupid one will order mount.

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Put that behind

The chances are, by chances blown, they are not much to call your own. Instead of thinking one did fail by heading not at the avail, one ought to think resistance got was due to being ready not. By that one will have grown, a bit, and future for one is more fit. And if a sin was made and done, in that state one should tell the Son.

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To the hypnotized

Standing order or appeal

The thing is contribution,

the thing is to create.

Revenge and retribution

can never compensate.

And for to be creating,

we must, as anyone,

be holy, not debating

with God, what has been done.

The pure will not be smutty,

directed to do wrong.

The nice is not to pity

when forced to make a song.

The constitution matters

for goodness, see, to bring.

The product called the latter's

will to origin cling.

It is a bit of nuisance

to count as just the wind.

One bigger, is the essence,

is to be disciplined.

One grows, as any other,

and one should be awake.

To look up, one should bother,

when writing, for that sake.

And one should check the passing,

not to depend on that.

Amount will be amassing

and to be heading at.

And rigorously working

will only lead to pain.

The little will be irking,

and so the mind in vain.

The thing, though, is to carry

the name of Jesus Christ,

occasionally marry.

That is when chance is diced.

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Never mind

All the colours are lovely, all colours are bright.

To be blended they will not, though, they cannot fight.

And embellish they gladly and happily do.

And if paint, they are seldom, expensive, some, too.

And I sit on the bus and the window I see.

There's a knot in the corner, though, I can get free.

And with worry not, throughout the window I glare

on the greenish we pass, and I feel like to stare.

There are hundreds of kinds of that colour to see.

And they all are distinguished and special to me.

And that greenish in fact made the pencil I use

which is plastic and blue and cannot green accuse.

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No-one is as fine as you

Right now, this morning, aI made English lyrics to the love song aI posted the other day, then by lyrics in Norwegian, called "Bare du". The lyrics in English is to be found beneath the scores in this blog post.

Bare du by Vaccinius

NO-ONE IS AS FINE AS YOU

Do you know, my dear friend,
I will tell you, again,
you are first on the earth
by your words, to me of worth.
You are yours, you are mine,
and eternally fine.
No-one is as fine as you.

This my song is among,
anyhow when I stated, you are truly yours,
you are mine. No-one is
good as you are, by being this.

Do you know, my dear friend,
I will tell you again,
by the Lord are your styles,
by the Lord your lovely smiles.
When you show who you are
you are bright as the star.
No-one is as fine as you.

Happily I will praise.
And I know, to expect life is the dull to raise.
You are mine. You are yours.
No-one is fine as you, by cores.

Do you know, friend, again,
I will state, as by men,
there is something about you;
that love that makes me glow.
You are you, I am me,
we are one, and please see:
No-one is as fine as you.

You give home. You give whom.
You give me not to notice anyone in bloom.
You give room fears assume.
No-one is fine as you, to me.

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Be somewhat

Cut off the clown and have a life.

Be not a joke, as man or wife.

Do make a joke, for goodness sake.

To be a joke, though, is for fake.

That Adolf Hitler was. That march

from Charlie Chaplin bought moustache.

You know, so many love the fool.

Be not like they. Be warm or cool.

.·: † :·.

That President Trump

It is unacceptable. That being of President Donald Trump has become a joke on internet. America, with all that power …

Ai have reason to go to war, personally speaking, against the people of America. The obvious work in Norway, especially in the national broadcasting company, since aI was isolated and subjected to illegal and violent treatment, by the people of America, is reason enough. Ai have, though, chosen not to go to war against America. And aI have no specific enmity against any individual. Ai considered Donald Trump to be honest and hard working when he was elected, even if being unorthodox, and aI gave his repute a certain support. Ai quickly came to the opinion he was hypnotized, though. Ai considered the President of The United States of America to be hypnotized. That insistence on borders, that clapping of hands before every speech, that need for family in the White House, that break with the secret service of the U.S.A., and the fact the President never stood up to clear my case, told me so. The one appearing in the  name of President Donald Trump on Twitter now, though, appears to be a private and a fool. Ai consider him to be a double. A President does not sign laws being foolish about it.

What can be done to check identity, as far as aI know, is blood tests and looks on dentist records. And, as horrific as it has become, any individual can be forced to, or threatened to, give false information.

Ai believe there is a need, in the United States of America, right now, for the gathering of the congress in the name of Jesus, and for a demand of the congress to the senate for  public health and for the health of the juridical system.

Ai tell you this as a private and as a foreigner, though aware of my position. My intention is to be released.

.·: † :·.

My country

My country, right or wrong; it may

not always please, and make my day.

There might be turmoil, might be strife,

and challenges not good to life.

There might be weather, like the cold

of winter, ridiculing old,

by sayings stating ways and means,

and young, dependent on routines.

There might be hopes just passing by,

to vanish in the somewhere sky.

There might be faith discouraging,

an illness found, acknowledging.

Though, by the eyes of people's smiles,

and by the spring of nature's styles,

and by the root discovery,

be right or wrong; my country!

.·: † :·.

That complicated thing called Sabbath

One can be a bit confused, reading dictionaries, as for example the one aI just read. The essence is, in a way, taken somewhere, which often, or always, is the case in practical life. And reading, one gets caught up in the following.

Nevertheless, the essence of the sabbath is that in Jewish tradition that holy thing is initiating what holy becomes. In western Christian tradition, the day of the week starts when offices open, somewhere like eighth o’clock in the morning on Monday. In old time Jewish tradition, the week starts on Sunday night at twelve o’clock, which means there is something before that office time. The night, which the day is preceding. Sabbath itself is Saturday, to us, in Jewish tradition. That day of rest. And remember, all days end at twelve o’clock in the evening, to the Jude. The night is before the day. To be an Israelite, one must be by a Jewish mother. A mother in Israel. It is a bit complicated, since one cannot compare, really. That Sunday, to us, in our Christian tradition, is the starting point of the week in Jewish tradition. It is day one. That day, though, initiates the week. And, it ends at twelve o’clock in the evening. You see, in Jewish tradition Jehova might be the initiating. And Jehova might be the salvation. Formalism comes short. One has to do with the way it is.

In Christian tradition we have made it clear and simple. Sunday is the day of rest. And Monday is when one wakes, and starts working, something like eighth o’clock in the morning. That thing is easy to follow, and thank, You, Lord. Though, there is something before us. Like the night, you know. One gets to wonder, should one start the day asleep …

In Norway we have a certain touch, language and tradition given. When not fools, we have this affair with the Jude, as the Jude historically is thought of, and that we love. We are, though, fundamentally, babies of that thing.

.·: † :·.

North

Ai will never interfere with what is taking place i other's peoples life, quite in opposite, in fact, with Satan, who interferes with what is taking place in the Norwegian mind. Since, you all know, Norway is the Girl. Though, when Americans points to Joe Biden, eminent as aI believe he is, though hypnotized, aI choose to make my point. The Russians will love it. And why is that ... Localism, some calls it. Getting back to the roots, since this overall is insane. And, what the Russions will do, as the Chinese, is to keep the military forces, and the like. Us. Get it. Us. And let people be whatever. We are speaking of the love of all times. And some are against, and have looked on moovies, and got the idea. And, the world will change. Though this; you do not mess with the Russian. This is a historical and everlasting fact, and aI know. And aI will add; you do not mess with Norway. Norway is the fun of the Russian. This is not a picture aI am making, only. And, if you will be boring, you will see this is what you made. Though, North. Which the boring will never grasp.

.·: † :·. 

Being one

To honour everybody

is what we ought to do.

You know, to honour noddy,

is just revealing you.

Ai write this thing as passing,

by alcohol made one.

Though, aI am not just classing.

By Christ aI am the won.

.·: † :·.

MTB - that is

motor torpedo boat
substance ashore and clear
not over the hills

meeting the bar
affordance of likelihood
going over the hills

majestically thoughtful blindness
guiding as it were
into the hills

man to be
utility minded in motion
speaking of hills

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Idea

An idea, aI have, is that peoples should be more local. One can argue against, though, nevertheless aI would point to the fact, the mafia has no power, unless asked for. And this, what aI suggest, counts for Norway, as for the United States of America. Despite the different feelings of what local is. And, the point, aI think, is to keep the hardware. The military forces, for instance. Who and what we are. In America, that would be Washington. In England, that would be Churchill like, aI presume. The way to be. The Father, of the culture. And aI don't know Russia. And aI don't know China. Though, this: When it comes to surviving, there is point. The father, that is,

Be love. Different we are, and this is what matters: Be love. Maybe, at one point, we would be friendly, to each other. Love, though, counts, and surely, around the globe, we are not the same. And interests are interesting, to any foreign. Keep up the smile. Be investigating, if not supportive. And in the end, it will all come together as one, right, since Jesus Christ is it. That thing, being Jesus Christ, is what life is.

My relation, as a being from Trondheim, and that city is not big, to the being of the city of Bergen, and that city is not big, either, is extreme, right. And I have repeated that attitude towards the Swede, who we in Norway truly admire and love. See, for yourselves, at trondheim.prixnix.com. A bit girlish that way is, perhaps. Nevertheless, it makes alert. And, the counterpoint is no shit.

.·: † :·.

With or against

I wonder if a poem I

should make before those people die.

And what to state is what I hate,

and that is to appointment late.

You know, the Lord did state the fact

one in succession takes in act.

And nothing that has with to do.

Though, feeling God is forcing you …

.·: † :·.

My cup of tea

As hypnotized I cannot lead.

The question is, if I can feed.

I do, by making meals of kind.

I do, by making love, in mind.

I easily can be set out,

and told, what is my were-about.

Though, do you know, when I make up

it comes as if from tea a cup.

Whatever I am made to do,

I never am. By loving you.

Whatever size and look it has,

that cup contains that tea – alas!

.·: † :·.

To the people of America

You know, aI love America. Not only because of the artists. Elvis Presley, and the like. Not only because of the marches of Sousa, who never was considered to be a classic, really. Not only because Beatles went to the United States of America. Though, because of history. You are me. And that struggle of the slaves aI appreciate. And English aI love. You are the specific heritage.

Though, when America went to war against Iraq that second time, aI considered, as insane, to go to Iraq to be a shield. And, when the West went to war against Libya, aI wrote a number of letters, to Norwegian authorities and to western and eastern embassies, stating, this is against the common rule and against common sense. Syria aI did not make an effort of. Ai have seen, though, horrors, on YouTube and Twitter. Small children creeping insane by the ground, because of bomb shelling. Cities totally ruined. And you know, responsibility is more than just a news paper heading. And oil is more than just longing for. And what you have done to me, and my people, is so that, historically, it will be ice cream. You failed. Power is not it.

Ai am militarily trained. Ai was a fourth year academy trained captain of NATO when aI left the Army of Norway. My relation to the Russian is that of politeness. Ai am aware of the historical ties to the east, of Norway. Ai am, though also aware of what communism is. And aI am aware of the policy of Russia, and the military strength of Russia. Ai am, though, informed. Ai am informed about “perestrojka”, and aI am informed about the work of the Russians, lately, to strengthen this what diplomacy is. To label me, is idiocy.

What is done is juridical. It is juridical in the sense of national law, and in the sense of international law. And, it has consequences when law is broken. History too might be violations of common law. History will tell. What is done to me and my people, though, is so devastatingly wrong, immediately, and in the long run, one has to comprehend.

.·: † :·.

Teaching

All those teachers out there know one should not adhere
to the rule of the governing, thinking of stair,
as there is always light, no-way made up to fight,
and for pupils to do, to see, to get it right.

So, the aim of the teacher is not way to go
to teach, making the pupil a winner, or so,
though to make pupils see, there are ways, and to be,
and encourage the one being happy to see.

.·: † :·.

Us - by Christ

We are in it together, as that way, and so,
and we look at each other and judge way to go.
And we might find it funny, we might find it strange.
And we never would think of that track to arrange.

What we would do is to point to what is to fear,
even pin point what fears are, when vision is clear.
And by that we show strength, and belief in the one
we perceive as the wife into wilderness gone.

.·: † :·.

Semigods

And, occasionally, I may see it fit
to make values to follow, pursue them, a bit.
For example, when making this poem, is it
to be sitting a value, a value to sit.

Though, to make up a god which is sitting, is sad.
And in most circumstances that god would be bad.
Even if that cute girl which is riding the sky
is a bit nice to think of, and write this thing by.

.·: † :·.

Rule

Without having any specific knowledge of it, aI believe there is war in the world today. And aI believe aI myself have gained a position in life which is so that any people will have to relate to me, speaking of fact and of future.

There are four demands which must be met, by any people, and by beings of any religion, for me to go along with any use of power. When these demands are met, aI cannot and will not be hostile.

Firstly, any action taken must be grounded in the pursuit of life. What life is, specifically, is revealed in the New Testament in the Bible, and Jesus Christ was, is, and will be what life is. What made life on earth is revealed in the Old Testament in the Bible.

Secondly, the overall objective of the use of power must be to reason with the leadership of any people and state.

Thirdly, corruption must not be accepted.

And last, not least; torture must not be accepted.

.·: † :·.

Be patient

Be patient, soul, and cherish
the illness being fought.
Be patient, and abolish,
the carefulness of thought.

The world is no computer,
which has no second thought.
The world, though, has a router.
The child will make bad fought.

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Be rational about it

The greenish is not reddish,
and that is quite for sure.
And both of them, by childish,
is thought of to be cure.

Is one of them superb, perhaps,
or even better made.
Or maybe those are so, the caps,
that adults through them wade.

.·: † :·.

A moment in time

I did sit at my front door,
to be looking at
three small children, in distance,
in comfort with that.
There was lawn, a big tree, there
were more trees between,
there was all of us happy,
there, with being seen.

There were two boys, together
with one girl, of five.
And the one boy would bend down,
as happy to strive.
And the other showed interest,
getting the girl
not to throw all those sticks on
him, teaching the pearl.

There was sunshine, and summer,
no adult around.
Fit were shorts and a beautiful
summer dress found.
And the girl made this mimic
of five and of ill,
and kept throwing those sticks on
the fellow's nice will.

And at one point, there were no
more sticks there, to throw.
And that cute little fellow
those gathered, to glow.
And he gave to the other
a number of three.
All the rest he took to the
girl, for her to see.

.·: † :·.

This poem aI have contributed with on dVerse ꜜhere, in honour of Brian Miller, who made that site.

What will be

Ai repeat, what aI have stated several times, that English will be the language of the world. This has to do with the "I", adhering to, or letting go. Eye. Island. Norwegian will not be the language of the world, and Russian not. Take care.

.·: † :·.

The art of playing

Much too short, the damned play station,
I think I prefer the nation,
making wonders by the culture,
gaining from it as the vulture.

I think I prefer the woman
rather than the view of layman.
And to child I will suggest: –
Be in keeping up the best!

.·: † :·.

The very sorry being

The pure horrific work of pain
to someone seems to be of joy.
They give to others, life in vain,
as thinking neighbour as a toy.

The nature will take care of that
dead failure and miscarriage.
To be more worthy, heading at,
is singleness or marriage.

When hanging from a tree, to get
commands and order, and to merge,
one will forfeit condition set,
and damned, have just verdure to urge.

.·: † :·.

Law and order

The worth is law and order,
the need of chances met,
presupposition border,
that human rights may threat.

The lake is making wonders,
by life, by rivers too.
On bringing forth it ponders.
To make it, would not do.

The flower takes position
as beauty, on the earth.
To give it that ambition
is freedom of no worth.

The cow its milk produces,
vaccine to man and child.
To make it, brain it uses,
is freedom pretty wild.

Protect the heart, which worries,
protect the heart and skin.
And make fantastic stories
of culture to be in.

No man is like the flower,
and neither beast, I guess.
Though, get ideas from lower.
Make hungry for success.

.·: † :·.

Grammar and spelling

You know, masters of the English language, in any language, aI believe, there is something to notice, with regards to fundament for criticism. Shortly after the millennium, aI noticed a peculiar thing in the language of Norway, which made me a bit aware, and that is that common addition of the letter n when making the ending ing . That ending ing , in Norwegian, is used to make substantives of verbs. For example, the verb “expect” in Norwegian is “(to) forvente”. Making a substantive of the verb, it becomes “forventning” (“expectation”, that is). And notice that letter n . Without it, the substantive becomes “forventing”. And that is, in fact, quite another thing. That is authority.

In the language of the British, aI have noticed two things. One is that “I”, which aI now regularly write as “Ai” or “aI”. That sound, of the “I”, we know, let us know that pronomen is related to “eye” and “island”, for example, and we get an understanding of culture. Also in Norwegian, “eye” and “island” is closely related. In Norwegian, though, that “I” became different. The reason why aI have chosen to make a point (see) of that thing, one should intuitively grasp.

The other thing about English, speaking of grammar and spelling, is that word “but”, surely related to the word “butt”. Today, aI avoid that word, making heavily use of the word “though” instead. Also in Norwegian, we have an understanding of that bottom of the body as imaging bearing, though maybe more commonly used in my home district than elsewhere, and that is “to think with one's bottom” (“å tenke med rævva,” we say).

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Small you are

The idiots you truly are

who think you should control the star.

And, to the Hell you surely go

when taking measures, doing so.

You are as low as it can be.

The violence is evidence.

And, when you go to Hell, you see

not everyone agreed with pence.

.·: † :·.

The act of thinking

You know, that new is just a pain,

that new admission just in vain.

You cannot be by acting right

and anyone by nature fight.

One is by heart and by the Lord,

just showing up, it to afford.

And you, who are you to make choice

between the sorry and the voice …

.·: † :·.

The American Dream

The American Dream was the wit of the West,
as the faith manicure, and as failing the best.
As the dreaming of wealth as by cutting the woods,
one is not in for glory, and hurt do the goods.

And when acting one thinks of as anyway it
which is to the Dream measure, and to the Dream fit,
it is obvious one is a fool and not sound
and is thinking of grabbing what one has around.

And, when seeking the classy by foot or by car
it is evident, nothing to fight for you are.
What makes up the Dream cannot be said, what it is.
There were fathers, though, who by it made, what it is.

And we should not forget, here in West, by the poor,
for America leaving, to hope was a door.
And we should not forget, that the question around,
was, what are you made of, being here to be found.

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Is it good

See into the people's future,
intellect the people's nature,
work of heart the people's story,
men and women given glory.

That is how they always reason,
madness, violence and treason.
Anyway, the way of living
will be made as future bringing.

More than view and future giving
fruit is future, saved and thriving.
What is in the past to measure.
What is past to be the treasure.

Make me one, to you the other.
What is reason why you bother.
Negroes know why Negroes suffer.
Norway knows to lame the tougher.

Israelis kings abandoned.
Russians must be unburdened.
See into the people's future.
What is done is making culture.

.·: † :·.

The pine

I often tend to worry
about my thought on pine,
if my thought is just sorry,
as lemonade to wine.

I think in Africa that tree
is different to what
in Norway I have come to see
as hard wood, looking at.

It has to do with certainty,
of nature and of growth,
and nothing has with sanity
to do, or giving oath.

The presence of the water thrown
on spots makes spear and crown.
And pine in Norway should be known
as beauty only grown.

In any country, though, that tree
distinct is, as the old.
And, do you know, that tree is free
throughout the winter cold.

I have made efforts sawing that
God damned much precious tree.
And I do wonder, ponder at,
am I the one to see.

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When hope is gone

There is no hope, you must admit, when you have ridiculed, a bit, the love of life, by giving God, not to be entertained a lot.

What one must do is really change, the chance, to do, not rearrange. That means your post is none of worth. And that you might be some, one earth.

.·: † :·.

Steps lead somewhere

I wonder why together was
not to be happiness, the cause.
I think the sin is reasoning,
as if aversion was the thing.

Though; think of that, by looking at
one cannot be that God damned cat.
One should, perhaps, be one who caps,
and question permanence of traps.

.·: † :·.

The art of twelve

Ai have made this poem on the twelve hours, as signified on Magnimix.com, and on Godmix.net, and as made an artistic illustration of on my veranda to my front door. Ai intend to post it on Magnimix. It goes as follows:

THE ART OF TWELVE

As first of all, a point was made.
The pointing stick reposed afraid,
and sticking out, the pointed at,
it certainly did pass to that.

As number two, a flag stone found,
made use of, so that all around
that thing was not, on table put,
was vital as the second foot.

As number three, there was a bowl,
such of importance as the owl,
as comforting and caring for
and as if it could hold some more.

As number four, there was a case,
and taken home, it all to face.
A box was made, the cave was done,
and liberty was by that won.

As number five, rod measuring
was made, for fun and treasuring,
a ruler, as the thumb on hand,
and as the counting home of land.

As number six, a value set
made worth, as happiness was met,
and also semi-gods, to poor,
who was not able to make door.

As number seven, one made fire.
Shook up, one did, was not for hire
in question of to be at ease
and mattering, to be at peace.

As number eighth, one made the grade
of having something truly made.
The cooking mastered was a go,
and chefs were made by doing so.

As number nine, one made the heart,
and by the heart, the joy of art.
The tribe was formed, the fun of two,
and by that, love to neighbour too.

As number ten came ownership.
A longer stick will further trip.
Authority was made and done
and pointing to it was the son.

As the eleven came the shelf,
exiting as to child the elf.
And layers made was science clear,
and not much then was there to fear.

As number twelve was theory,
and overview, and harmony.
Itself in shelf it could be placed,
for one to keep, and be amazed.

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Trixnix is about to disappear

[ Added 29th of June 2020 at 13:52: Trixnix was fully recovered this morning. ]

Ai am about to delete my Google account. That means Trixnix.com, and all content on Trixnix, vanishes. Also my blogs will vanish. Ai will though keep my Flickr account and my SoundCloud account and my MuseScore account and my two Twitter accounts.

The hatred aI am subjected to leaves with no other choice. May God, for me, find another way for me to present my work.

.·: † :·.

Enough of it

Is there no recognition of art
there is one from the being apart,
and the Lord says, to Hell with it all.
One should know to work, not answer call.

And, it vanishes, what should be kept
because people are bad and inept.
And, of course art will be made again.
And once more to make up is in vain.

.·: † :·.

Christian to be

There is no better in the herd
of beings gathered in the word
of Christ, which cultures on the earth
speak differently, making worth.

By calling, one would better be.
As chosen, everyone is free
from measure, being good enough,
from value, being kind and tough.

The only thing there is to say,
is, what is done, one did one's way.
And first of all is in a way.
And when you are, you make the day.

.·: † :·.

To Englishmen

Let the word of culture worry,
seeing man as sound or sorry.
You know well there is a habit.
In the garden is the rabbit.

Take it, you are very welcome
if to man you are not handsome.
Take it, you are what to treasure
as the world, to people pleasure.

English is the garden mastered.
English is the wound just plastered.
English is the I and 'ever,
and what is, quite perfect never.

.·: † :·.

Do not commit adultery

Make a joke of my being, a joke of my love,
and the Lord will see to it, it turns out, you know.
You cannot make a fool of authority which
is the reason for life, not the being of rich.

If you do, it will come to an end, what you are,
like a being which climbs, and which has gone too far.
The Lord is not a ladder, to climb or to get.
If you do go too far, your intention is met.

.·: † :·.

Communication

Be kind to one another
and be for one to get.
If neighbour is to bother
the challenge is not met.

The challenge is to nourish,
for life to have and give,
and also to have courage
to kill what should not live.

.·: † :·.

Making it (Nᵒ 2)

I ask myself this question;
is future yet to come ?
Is future like digestion,
or is it life to some ?

The Lord is somewhat being,
and Jesus Christ is He.
Is getting it like fleeing,
or is it just to be ?

The bear makes no prospective,
the lion has no goal,
the aven no perspective,
the willow herb no soul.

What is a man, for it to be,
for one to be to make?
I'd say himself is what to see,
and nothing for that sake.

.·: † :·.

Faith

Way to go be heard is welcome,
being fancy, being false.
Step to take is for the handsome.
So be heard is something else.

Any way might be permission,
evil ways just evil made.
Faith in no way is admission,
faith in no way rule or grade.

.·: † :·.

Easy being

Some are planes and some are 'copters.

Some are sane and some are opt'ers.

Some are men and some are women.

Some are sailors, some are sea-men.

I myself am in for glory.

Jesus Christ will tell the story,

how I rooted made me free,

never hanging from a tree!

.·: † :·.

About upper class

Ai feel aI, for quite a long time, have been called upon to state something about class. Historians, especially among scientists, will have to arrest me if aI state something obviously wrong in this blogpost. Ai have, though, put my organ music on my loudspeakers, and my glasses on my head. God give.

Ai am myself from a family which by my grandfather was quite wealthy. My grandfather was prominent in the city economy, and he also had positions in boarders of big companies south in Norway, which aI believe was not usual in the turn from the 18th to the 19th century. My grandfather was Finnish consul, in Trondheim, and he wore the Finnish medal “Hvite ros”. Also my father was asked to be Finnish consul, after my grandfather. My father was head of the grocery interest organization in Trondheim, for a while. According to my mother, my parents thanked no since my parents were not in position to represent, really.

In Norway, as elsewhere in the world, it is in some respect meaningful to speak of “upper class”. The expectations to children, for instance, is different, manner is different, and scope is different. It is a bit difficult to distinguish this difference in worth and attitude from the more formal distinction between officers and non-commissioned officers, in Norwegian called “underoffiser”, as between engineers and craftsmen, and as between doctors and nurses. In such instances, though, we are speaking not of attitude, though of education and relevance to the practical world. Some would think of the distinction between women and men this way, in the past as now. My grandmother, though, did not empty a bottle of wine. See.

Formalism will never get it. So science never will. Priests are hopefully those who will. And artists will, unfortunately. The label “Upper Ten” refers to the ten thousand on top of the society. Ten in the third degree is “upper”, and ten of those are ten thousand. If to belong to that nobility was a matter of education and rules, nonsense would arrive.

In Norway, historically, nobility as such never made up any power. As with the other Scandinavian countries, “stand” is a more established word when pointing to the human phenomena, than “class” and “nobility”. In Norway, we are in the lucky position we do not only take stand, we are in stand to, God given.

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My monogram

Since the summer of 2017 aI have used the letter A in the shape as pictured below as sign of my identity, on internet, and on letters and cards. The first formal letter aI used the monogram in was, aI believe, to the Norwegian Police Security Service in Trondheim, together with the local psychiatric care hospital aI attended, dated July the 25th 2017. Ai made the monogram after having changed my signature. Today aI have made the last and different shape of the monogram, as pictured below. It looks like being inspired by a serif font.




The second shape, by which the circle is not closed, is the signature stamp aI use on my fast prints, posted on flickr.prixnix.com .

That last shape, that is the serif type, is what aI from now on will use on most letters and cards. It is inspired by the font Ellington, pictured in the poem written in Norwegian, which aI bought twice, years ago, first as True Type, and then as Monotype.

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Me and the people of Germany

As native Norwegian, militarily trained, aI have an opinion about the Nazi rule. And, as aI see it, that orientation came to an end. Ai have been to Berlin, by car, three times, and aI have taken part in an exchange program with the Military Army Academy of Germany as a Norwegian Military Cadet, visiting Hamburg and Hannover. Once, aI visitied Berlin alone. Once aI visited Berlin together with three fellow military cadets. And once aI visited Berlin together with my fiancee. That last visit was after the wall fell.

The contrasts in Berlin hit me. Cars, buildings, and knives, forks and spoons in cafeterias. And that wall aI considered to be insane. One fellow cadet of mine was subjected to confiscation of the posters he bought on the western side, when entering Checkpoint Charlie. That woman was authorative. And that was insane. We had to buy a certain amount of East German currency to enter East Berlin, which we could not change to other currency. That was insane. And, in that visit of the exchange program, we were told, where we stood, by the border, East Germany had made tunnels along the border, towards the west side, where we stood, for the sake of interrogation. That was insane. And in my first visit, when alone, aI visited the porn district area, in the west. The red light district. And that was insane. Ai mean, we had Lek, Playboy, and Mayfair in Norway. Though, what ... And the parking in West Berlin was insane.

In the visit of the exchange program we had two German Army superiors. One was a colonel-leutenant, as aI recall, educated at the University also, strict, and authorative. The other was a major, as aI recall, less educated, round in body and position, and so was his wife, who we also came to know. And aI immediately came to an understanding of who aI am. In that visit, the power of that small Norwegian cadet force also visited the right light district, in Hamburg, as aI recall. And the female dancing on the floor of that pub came to spit on me.

In the second visit, together with the three fellow cadets from the Military Academy of Norway, we, as usual, entered Berlin by the motorway from the north. And after filling fuel, once, on the way, aI managed to get ourselves lost by entering a wrong road, as the driver. And towers popped up, by the road. Towers in concrete, obviously made to be look outs. And there were no turnings around, on that road. The temperature in the car rose. We were all to be identified by the ID-cards we carried, if not else. And after passing three of four towers, aI made a decision, and took a ninety degree turn in front of the last. We were militarily trained, and were able to fantasy about what could be in front of those towers. Nevertheless. And we came out all right. That was insane.

Ai do not speak German, though, understand a bit German. And aI have seen a bit of Germany. In my first visit aI went down to München. In my second visit, we past the border to Luxenbourgh. In my my third visit we ended in Berlin, though went northwards, again, through former East-Germany. And aI have seen plenty friendly Germans, interested in who aI was, playing joyful when aI tried to speak German, and lovingly pointing out to me what there was to visit and see. Ai respect the people of Germany both because of what aI know about the language and because of my experiences, and those insane incidents cannot change that fact.

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What aI believe

Ai believe there in Revelation, presumably written by John, presumeably the disciple Jesus loved, are changes made, by a devil.

Ai believe the corona disease is a kind of rabies. And aI believe the disease aids is very related. And aI believe right now there is an outbreak of the disease called Hansen's disease, caused by the lephra basille, giving leprosy. Ai believe hypnotized ones, especially, today, is especially vulnerable to the corona disease. And aI believe especially broken ones, today, is especialy vulnerable to the lephra basille. Ai belive the corona virus gives psychopaths. And aI believe the lephra basille gives schizophrenia.

Ai believe the horror of today is caused by an organization of insane people, by American origin, pregnant with destruction. In this organization, belief is messed up with science, and this organization traditionally recruited youth, especially. Ai believe this organziation today is world wide, often to be identified by the colour blue.

Ai believe after myself being stolen and subjected to torture, in 1997, there were incidents elsewhere on earth, in peoples, of lions made subjected to the same horror. Ai believe the first one was English, called John, killing himself not far from Newcastle, by the north-western coast.

Ai believe the world in several ways will change because of the present circumstances. Those insane will make people subjected to a choice between national dictatorship and communal governement, the latter dependent upon the overall rule of economy as such, and internet.

Ai believe resources we have come to depend upon, namely coal and oil, will become almost impossible to find. Ai believe those materials are related, and aI believe they both origin in the chemical substance carbon, having a short way from this, and aI believe carbon is what earth is made of. Ai believe the occurrences which are still left is necessary for the production of earth. When those resources become scarce, the numbers of automobiles, airplanes, and ships will be reduced. And traditional powers as the economy, as such, and the military, will have to adjust. There will, of course, also be a lightening of climate.

Economy will no longer be considered to be global. Science will remain global, and art will.

Ai believe there will be a gradual decrease of salt in the ocean. Ai believe there has been a tension between oil deposits underground and the salty water, as aI believe there is a tension between oil as such and salt, binding. Ai believe the salt in the ocean will hit the ground, by which all the litter in the ocean faster will be destroyed.

Ai believe today there are many places on earth on which the light from the sun is tame, that is, as if in lack of electronic activety. Ai believe some places on earth to the end of times will remain dead, this way. Ai believe, though, something can be achieved by reducing concrete and asphalt.

Ai believe there are places on earth today, also, where the electricity transfer is not working, due to dead reception.

Ai believe what future will bring, is a gradual increase of artistry, technological innovation and comfort, together with reduction of noise and pollution. Ai believe what will keep minds busy in the future, is to be somewhat, visiting, and learning, from other peoples.

Ai believe English will be the language of global communication in the future.

In Norway aI insist on a national restitution from the present affairs. Norway is a little country, even if the area is quite big. We are only 5 million people. What other peoples do is, of course, their concern. Ai cannot understand, though, how those great nations, unifications as they are, can continue working when the means of communication is lessened.

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The thing

In honour of my ancestors -
the Benkestok

The credit is the benchmark.
The thing is it to get.
And not the hold of bulwark,
however it is met.

The thing is also pleasure
of honouring to bring.
The credit it to treasure,
both ways, that is the thing.

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A flag pole

A pointing stick is often grade.

And habitation layer made.

So, elevated from the ten,

eleven is. So twelve, by then.

It has to do with certitude

on which to build solicitude.

By thirteen, as by three, one cups,

and doing, one makes downs of ups.

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Admit the Jude

Civilization appeared in Mesopotamia and Babylon (the south of Persia, being Iraq, Iran and Kuwait, today), and in Egypt, that is by the rivers Tigris and Eufrat, and Nile, around 3500 years before Christ, that is 500 years after Adam. Abraham left Babylon and went to the area south of the Mediterranean shortly after 2000 years after Adam. The Bronze Area, following the Stone Area, begun around Eufrat and Tigris 3000 years before Christ.

After Abraham made impact in the Mediterranean area, Greek, and later Italian people gathered. Sailors. And Romans, that is the people of ancient Italy, took it upon itself to conquer the world, in the spirit of Alexander, being a Greek, though from far north, and earlier, as Greek to Roman was in many respects. Paul, in the Roman Church St. Paul, was a Roman citizen, and he spoke Roman, and went to Rome, and presumably died in Rome. He is called "the disciple to the gentiles". And, after Jesus died in the year zero, he rose, again, and told the Jude to take off, to inhabit the earth. At that time, Israel was Roman, and people spoke Roman.

Ai think, some were first, some were second, and some were third. The fact is, though, the Jude took off. And went to the gentiles. Some were orthodox, and some were especially inspired by the message of Christ. And, all knew Africa. And a bit Roman (language). As far as Scandinavia they went. And made impact. Ai mean, when the two first Norwegians kings trying to Christianize Norway both first went to the west of the Mediterranean ... Around one thousand years after Christ. And, the Jude knew Africa. There was history. Egypt. And south of Egypt, Ethiopia. We are not speaking of formalism. We are speaking of the Jude. And the fact is, Africa became more interesting to explore, to the West, than Asia, even if the people of Asia was more educated, and the area was more inhabited.

Kings and nobles. Hypnotizing and whatever. Broken ones, getting it. You know, there is a surface. In history, there is a surface. And Jesus Christ is the one and only making calm. Believe in Christ.

In Norwegian, it is of interest noticing the English word "quest" came to be the Norwegian word "kvest". Vikings interacted with the English in some interesting and complicated ways. And, as stated, also in Scandinavia the Jude made impact.

Illustration: Quest (on Flickr)

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Statement about women

"The woman is the women's worst enemy," we say in Norwegian. Do you understand that saying? American women? African women? European women? Persian women? Asian women? Russian women? Do you not have husbands? To be one with? And, stock? You know, that word comes from Norwegian "stokk", meaning "beam, log, (tree)trunk". So, the English idiom "over stock and stone" is mirroring the Norwegian original, which is "over stokk og stein". Pointing stick made to rely on. And, pointing stick was the first thing in life man made. Authority. And next; putting on the table. Putting on the slab of rock. In Norwegian, that is "helle", and "hell" is luck. "Hellet" is a "(mountain) slope." And, having done that, one could take care of. In a box, or rather, in a sentiment, being a knoll from a pine, for instance, which one made a cup of. One - two - three. And the fourth often follows, and that was and is to make a containment, of some sort. Treasury. Belonging. Made lasting. And, every man did.

Who, or rather, what are those men defining the women of today? On top of that organization of women? Making the woman one? "The woman is the women's worst enemy."

Get lucky.

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My compounds

Ai have now made a presentation of all my compounds, speaking of compositions, on vaccinius.com, and my feeling is like the feeling aI had when aI made all symbols in Words for Windows my own, and later made all symbols of OpenOfiice Writer my own. You see. Ai am very satisfied, and aI am highly impressed by the performances of that, or those, orchestra(s), which aI believe in fact is done by my relatives, which is the “trønder”. Right? Get it.

Ai feel my music is performed by the “Luftforsvarets musikkorps” in Trondheim, combined with musicians from the symphony orchestra of the town. “Luftforsvarets musikkorps” is the “Air Defence Brass Corpse”.

The violin excitement, though, aI feel is performed by a specific group of females. The string quartet, that is. Ai made a “favourite” once, in one of my browsers, to those in question, and now aI cannot find it. It does not matter. The performances are wonderful, and God knows.

You will find the compounds labelled “<b>♪♫♪ Compounds</b> in the English part of the site.

There are some specific notices, aI believe, speaking of those compounds. The fact aI make wonderful songs together with wonderful compositions is apart from this. You know, God is in charge, and Jesus Christ is He.

<ol border=”0”><li>The use of the trombone in “<b>8^th of March</b>” is enthusiastic. You must understand, the trombone stands in an energy together with the trumpet. And this composite is made for women, right?</li>

<li>The change of key from major to minor in “<b>Rainbow</b>” is funny. It is effectfull. As we say in Norwegian. “How dare you,” that is</li>

<li>The change of key made by the winds in “<b>Marions motiv</b>” is exceptional, and a thing to do which aI found worthy already in my first short composition, being “<a href=”https://soundcloud.com/anders-woje-ellingsen/lolita”>Lolita</a>”.</li>

<li>The engagement of different groups of the orchestra, being the winds and the brass and the strings, not counting the drums, is effectfull.</li>

<li>The stupid engagement of the flute is interesting. You know, the flute covers it all. And aI make it pointing. And: Also the trumpet aI make pointing.</li>

<li>The wonderment of strings cannot be disputed in my compositions. Those are bearing, and make wonders on their own.</li>

<li>The use of the cello in my compositions is specific, and made to get that instrument noticed.</li>

<li>My music is not named preludes, not interludes, not emiludes. My music is what the title says.</li>

<li>Ai have presented my early short compositions in my compounds. Ai love those.</li></ol>

Thank, you.

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