Woodpecker

 

Brilliance is radiant

only when courageousness

flows thriftly in your 

heart region

Beat the drum of 

togetherness only

when your heart bleeds

the right colours of 

harvests 

we never thought existed

Beat the drum of 

the heart of the forests, trees and

billabongs

Beat the drum of 

young children and old

sick and injured

and beat the drum of 

all human beings

and visit your own flaws

and whereabouts and 

beat the hell out of

earthly endeavours

and be mesmerized of 

the drum in your heart

Beat the drum in your heart

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Blackbird

The vile youth

of hearts

both know

they will never

steer apart

beat the anchor

of forgiving mothers

of anxiety on decks

of lustering heart ribs

that never unjustified 

your living clairvoyance

of how dreadfully

the planet burns

underneath

your bittersweet

daydream of 

a sweltering boyband

in lingering shirts

left to knight 

their own bad habbits

And save the world

from drowning

in stigmatic benevolence

that never sought 

a right winged nightlight

Be the Blackbird

screaming in the 

desert

that was a forest

And be known

to have been out there

at least you cried

at least you are 

a wonder

in these backstabbing nightmares 

of times we are in 

Be the left winged soulbird

of the righteous soldiers

of realistically closing in 

on harvests unbeatable

to the noble man of York

Be careful in these 

lingering times

And Beetroot was always something to eat 

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Translucency

Beckon underneath the doorstep of a bewildered youth 

and swim out in clear blue waters of testimonies lovers can unfold

bittersweet is the sun of lovers untold 

and be joyful in the garden of Eden

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Coll

Scriptures of enigmatic indifference 

keep mesmerizing the fountain of divinations come through

The wonders in the lifelenghts are breathing with hope 

and burdens of the tea tree oil are weak as tables must burn out the woodlands for deeper enigmantic ways

 of trusting the universe to solve the mysteries in your gardens of mother figurines.

You never asked to beckon underneath the masters of early kingdoms of Yule  

Beat the drums of togetherness 

We are one with the planet in heartlands 

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Fehu

Kom ikkje for 

seint til 

grava mi

Og legg deg i 

dei råtne plankane

du gav opp

Fortel ingen såg meg

kvila i ditt

ope lys

som brenn for kjærleiken

Og stig framom

gravrøysene våre

og fortel ingen

veit kven me har

fortalt kva me kan 

gjera om dåke

gir verda eit 

lys

Me vil klyva ut or gravrøysa 

vår for me vil 

vinna verda tilbake

til kvinna som fortel kva

me gjorde gale

Herom kan alt 

vitnast om kvede

er reinast om 

verda blir mjuk

og varm i andletet

vårt igjen

Vårt rike i ditt 

lik av andre som

inkje vågar å stå 

framom gravrøysa si 

utan å blunka

Hold Fehu i dine armar og hold krafta i riket

Varlige menn kan inkje syngja 

utan ei som reise seg frå gravrøysa og let livet 

rensast frå oska

Kom fram kvinne

Og gje meg eit liv!

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Do not sit still

 await the clarity 

of revenge and keep 

pushing the boundaries

of hope and laughter

and know we all

need that tingling feeling

in our light

sometimes it is just

a wreckage that needs 

to float

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Torchlight

Stripped of 

lawyers and justice

laying slaughtered 

naked before 

the face of a mass murderer

the failure 

to think twice can 

never be undone

and know he shall sow

what he shall reap

And bewilder the justice of immortal souls 

that reunite without any harm 

just be peaceful

rejecting the path of 

euthanacia

We know he will never rise again

 but will hold the emperor's 

sword until the funeral

of death swings it's 

first sword of masses

coming out of the 

jungle of misleading

news stories that lead 

the whole world 

bereft of Light

We can not lead if we

do not carry the torch 

in a darkness that 

swallows the thirsty

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