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                                    Concentrating My Sources
                                    Focusing my Idle Forces
                              Drawing in my Mind, Fast Running Horses

                                        My Mind is Growing
                                      In The deep dark soil
                                        My Brain is Plowing
                                        sowing the seeds
                                        Of a Higher Knowing

                                Concentrating the juices in my Skull
                                  Squeezing out that wich is dull
                                    To create a brew of madness
                                      tasty to anyone in sadness
                                          Or joyous gladness

                                      When i Concentrate i Levitate
                                  Then my soul enters an altered state
                                      Where new ideas lie hidden
                                  Ready to be saddled and fast ridden
                                     
                              Concentration awakens my Higher brain station
                                  Where gods speak in rhymes
                              Through the spirits of beings from the dead
                                      Climbing the coiling vines

                                    Concentration is an invocation
                              Of the powers of the whole of our universe
                                  So that my workings affect the world
                                  Even when i am in bed, zZNorking

                                  I Love to write my worries out of sight
                                      Giving them wings then offering
                                        Them a free unending flight

                                    I Love to be the master of my brain
                                        I smile at myself,then laughter
                                                Most Insane

                                        I know it listens to anything
                                            Even when i sing
                                        I can feel my mind there
                                        Spying on me from behind

                                      Because it has nothing better to do
                                            Than trying to control
                                          My Little magical ritual
                                            My mental Voo-doo.

                                              Maleficicum!
                                     

                               
                                 
                                         
                               

                                     
                             

                                   

                               

                                   
                                   

Det her er bare så vanvittig fett min godeste telemann TAKK SKAL DU HA

creativity  floating though the wain

making overflow in your brain

I wonder What's insane

Writing poems is not a shame

Most velcome, do it again!

If you become the most fame

You only have yourself to blame


  ceno
 
         

Thanks alot for being there,My Dear Friends,Again The English language has entered my Whooly head,like a sheep i must go to bed
And hopefully i wake tomorrow,in Norseway instead.Again You Have Inspired Me Mr.Cenobandeno,and i Luuuv it.

Alive!, She Cried
Looking at Me,Tied
To the Skies
Brilliantly Blue and Wide

Alive!!
It`s Alive!
I hear Dr.Frankenstein
Crazy in His Mind

Not Really Knowing
What He has Unleashed
From Beyond the Grave
Now, Before Him,Bowing

A Monster, once a Man
Given Life Through Electricity
And Hot-wired, Like a Van

Alive and Sipping
The Fine Liquids
Of The Rain-Woman
Dripping
On my Face
While Tripping
In a Mysterious  Maze
Of Love and Haze

Alive, Like The Mountains in Spring
Children May Wake in the Night
They Say They Hear Them Sing
Ancient Stone Cathedrals
Mounted By Gods And Gnomes
Also Called Elementals

Alive,is the word
And It Lives on my Lips
When i shake my hips
And far out at sea
On Those Crowded
Ghost-ships

Be Brave O`Life
Get ready for Love And Strife
But Leave that Rusty
Old Knife
Be Brave
And One Fine day
You May Dance,Alive
On Your Own Grave

OH! Behave!

Dette likte jeg veldig godt

Milde måne!

Oh - my godness What have we done
our dearest monster have become
Alive, kicking and now someone

Help me, help me please
from this monterous disease

I'm screaming out, it's all about
I'm not stupid not even blind
It's all about the creative mind

Now it's lurking in the dark
Can't you hear the barking shark

No i did not take no LSD
just went along with NSB

Oh yeah, just took a train
felt it go straight though my brain
expoladed silent in the rain
now it's floating down the drain

steppdancing with new shoe
do not know what else to do
still standing not bright nor brave
All alone here on my grave

Help me, help me please
from this monterous disease

Do you think you're dreaming
Can't you hear me screaming
It's all about the creative mind

All I wanted was to be fame
I did not know it was a game
Tell me, tell me please
all I want is to find some peace
 
Find the answer to this quest
All I want is to go to rest
Tell me, help me please
Put my troubled mind at ease

..just went along with NSB....
Cenobit,det var eit flott svar-dikt!
Litt skummelt og.Tenk å møte slike karar i skogen....

Dette var en fin start på mandagen og uken  jeg ser mange av temaene som har vært diskutert her inne i det siste reflektert i diktene (Også fra innleggene som ikke er dikt.) Det er gøy!

Jeg legger i en gulrot
du tilføyer en pepperot
en annen en potet
noen selleri
i væsken fra regn-damen

Sammen bader vi i inspirasjonssuppen

(Ich denken very much en español y junpit mayat'án)

Hildrandedu tele og ceno 

Wow, en virvelvind ( eller to )




Spirit and angels  see everything
    you are protected

           

Dear télé and cenó...


Oh what stunning permutations
of creative concentration
and delightful invocations

when your dearest monster
comes alive
don't hesitate just levitate
and join the jive

Litt skummelt og.Tenk å møte slike karar i skogen....

Hmmm... Final Tribe  - I'd rather meet them in the woods of the valley, instead of some dark narrow alley
If your talking about me and my friend - I's just words on a screen not spooky like the images you've seen 

Masha! Your words - hit me like great balls of fire 


Teleterkji - I'm looking forward to meet you again in the creative woods Lines and Squares
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
This sillies who tread on the lines of the street,
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"

And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"

Limt inn fra; http://www.winniethepoohbear.net/poems.php


My humble    ceno

Takk for Winnie the pooh diktet Cenobit,dei fine orda frå Wolff og Malaika,og diktet ditt Masha:beer:(sommerhonning til adle)

Im dwelling in the bushes
hiding amongst trees
and vile stinging bees
all while playing my flute
to seduce a fairy queen
so mysteriously cute

If you see me there
Have no fear
Know that i am everywhere!
Mad untamed and intoxicated
by the spirit of wilderness
Yet with eyes lit with tenderness

If you do not see me there
you can be certain that i am
dwelling inside you somewhere
just waiting for you to join me
in the bushy woods
in my forest lair

The green man she said
inviting madness to her bed
then dreams would follow
leading her straight to my
secret hidden hollow

Where time cannot swallow
a soul haunted by sorrow
where nature spirits
carresses and heals
with powers and mindbending
ordeals

If you panic in my presence
you will know
my essence
Meeting Pan is never a pick-nick!

I have seen men run to their own death
lost of mind,lost of breath
i have seen men gone mad in a hurry
with bloodshoot eyes,weary and blurry

But when you come along
Please come with a song
that makes me so calmed
that wilderness itself
forgets to be alarmed
by the presence of your
childlike curiosity and charm

The horned god
Pan.

    (my love is pretty in pink)

Your "love is pretty in pink" !?

Pretty as well
and awesome
in her crystaline
transparent gown
of delicate poetic
threads and knots

Lovely my friend
you have done it again
put my troubles at ease
made me smile and say cheese ( )
what I`m now hoping for
is the same as before

that this golden flood
of words
will never
end

You blow me up the hills with poetic chills, both of you,splendid ladies of the awesome ever-turning wind-mills.
No,not the modern type wind-mills,no,no,i mean them classic beauties seen on ceramic art from Amsterdam.
Yueieshinai!!

Ja,dette var vakkert,Tele!
Føler nesten den elektriske stemningen i moseskogen her,der Den Grøne spelar på fløyta si,omgitt av ein aura  av vibrerande alvedrottar som samstemt seier . Aiaiaiaiaiaiaia!!!

Telepan my Man -   

i have seen men gone mad in a hurry
with bloodshoot eyes,weary and blurry

Couse - Life aint just blueberry       
  (blueberry pai)

Flott tråd!! Massediktning i fri orgie

Takk for alle diktene!