Sommer skjult

Sommer fugl
Gylden kule
Bevistløs glade
Varm tænknings bade

Kys til luften
Ånd klippe klyften
Tung byger
Våger og ryger

En hvide tæppe blæser
Som et drøm
Nord jyske klitter
Gliderne hook orm

Goth blood

Lethal venom
Corsing through my veins
Bleeding blackness
Leaving stains

Millenia deep
Murdurous bed
Dark soul's sleep
Gothic dread

Maya

If all is illusion
Why not act that way?
And not bathe for days
In goods and duka?

The many languages
And all the knowledge
Purport to be it
But they're not that!

And nature, what then
When a tree rustles
Shirking off the world
From out of its soil?

The work of nature
Only adoring the sun
That shines on beasts
As they are one

To say we're cursed
Would be a mild prognosis
A collection submersed
In perpetual over doses

Waiting on a Dream

The universe as a mirror
Thoughts displayed
In time are delivered
And not betrayed

Glassy stare, blinking eye
Laws of eternity
Come to pass
And cannot lie

Kept promises near
On a fake horizon
Shrouded by the will
Of impatient striving

This look
Cannot be returned
A loving glance
Shunned and burned

In the every day
Exists this wink
A ray of sun
The heaven's blink

Looking deep within
Hypnotic ruse
Tary again 'til it comes
This mystic muse

Mending

Sorry does not
Make it manageable
Dancing light
On dark matter's candle

Flying away ceases to
Lessen the bitter
Rainbow body's glow
Lightning's fatal flicker

Water and air
And all that is pure
Flows in and through
The sweet burning cure

Unsaid

What you didn't say
Meant a lot to me
Bringin' me back
To being ok

Lest I fall asleep
Dream the dreamer's dream
Playing make beleive
Nothin's as it seems

I want what you have
Suits you so well
The journey's the part
to be and dwell

Meet you there soon
If you should be first
So our spirits can again
Sway, dance and swoon

Clean Conscience

Vacuming rugs
Snap attachments
Vacume the ceilings
And dead bugs

Patterns in the floor
Like fresh mowed lawn
Powders and foam
With nature's odor

The stairs laid to rest
With a swipe of the wand
Fibers dancing like coral
To the roar of the beast

All matter falls into sync
Cornish hen in the oven
Blue Moon on the 8-track
Watch TV not to think