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Monday, 30 November 2020

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.

.·: † :·.

Saturday, 28 November 2020

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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Friday, 27 November 2020


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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Monday, 23 November 2020

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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Sunday, 22 November 2020


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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Monday, 16 November 2020

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.

Mercy, mercy without border,
of God's mercy shall be heard.
From his love it turned, the order,
did forget his holy word.
But The Lord forgot us never,
in his heart we stay, forever.
As we all by sin did fall,
on the earth was heard his call.

Right from morning he is calling,
sounding as the sun does climb.
And whenever eve is falling,
and when it for night is time,
calling souls, he arms is reaching,
all are subject to his teaching.
Every country, every lot,
hears his voice as foreign not.

But when dawn has come, no turning,
salary is what he gives.
Every one found to be burning
gains by mercy that he lives.
Lord, be love and ear awakened,
that your call is not forsakened.
All your vineyard do obey,
working, as it still is day!

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Friday, 6 November 2020

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

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Wednesday, 4 November 2020

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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