I mine skoger.-*

I mine skoger.-*

Wrote this a couple o years ago in Norway, as a poetry task in a norwegian class actually, came out pretty straight, takk til min norsk-lærer Anton Løkken. English translate below.

I mine skoger finnes vesen du aldri vil få se

I mine skoger finnes toner som en sjel jeg vandrer med

Der finnes et mørke som spenner sine strenger

Det er i det mørket mine blåtoner henger

I mine skoger er alles pust og alt som puster mitt

I mine skoger kan alle mine vesen rase fritt

Derfor vandrer jeg der

Og ikke her

In my forest.-*

In my forest there are creatures who your never gonna see

In my forest there are tones like a soul that walk with me

There exists a darkness that tightens all its strings

It is in this darkness all my bluetones ring

In my forest all of breath and all that breathes belongs to me

In my forest all my creatures are allowed to rage wild and free

thats why I walk there

and not here.

Concerning the madness .-* (O youth)

They move

Like a tornado of bleach, blood and blue

through shattered glass & mashed pieces of faces

swirling faster, 

slept with you, you and you

the worlds youth on a run, 

they run through murray streets

to escape the coming of age
as their youth slips away on its sonic beats

O` their vulnerable anarchism to drown down in society fear

desperate longings, o anxiety to tread your life path right,

to show for what and how to care

bleeding into each others blood, bleeding into skin,
Our youth drain downwards to success,
our love is in the win

See
Apples blossom, little girls

using sex and liquor to fill the emptiness of world

people always loved the smell of human flesh

bury down the apathy with chest-biting deep breaths

my loved ones barb your wires, pull your strings

sometimes in a cathedral garden, you`ll find the beauty of life rings 

gold locks our dreams from where born is our grief

say in a search there lies relief
say in a search there is never grief

Like ripped up metallics crashing through air

to mad fusion jazz show me someone who cares

its a lie, but its said in a search there is never grief

concerning the madness brings such strange relief

concerning the madness brings such strange, sweet relief

For spring.-*

Fair flower child.-*

Fair flower child

wont you dare to be mine

feel the juices of life

in the core of thy soul

The sun smile in thy eyes

my fair flower child

and I wish you`d be mine

with a promising bow

Your hair blows in the wind

with all o life & with glow

like my judas of sin

your innocence flows

So fair flower child feel thy spirit alive

swimming the waters of fresh human love

I give you my heart with a vow

remember that life it is now...



©Wet mouth Poetry aka. V.Holseter