The prehistoric goal

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal.

Chewing all the floors
the first time you saw me and I fell
pleaded this meeting
the first time you saw me and I fell
chewing all the gifts
from your woolly sleep
birds will sing
chewing their wings until we fly.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debts for a cleared soul
make your hairstyle hoarse.

The sound of the anthem of voices
pours out of your sleep
all those voices out have
all that you give voice
here very close
there are so quiet
eyes speak so clever
every sound is my breath.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
makes your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debt for a cleared soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse.

Raw, raw, raw ruin.
Raw, raw, raw ruin. 

Raw, raw, raw ruin-ruin-ruin-ruin.

The sound cracks every floor – lifts us like this
the sound picks drops from your hair – 
stands gaping and gaping from the top floor and your duvet
practices being a duvet
yes, practices just being a duvet.

The sound cascades from rocks
rides on each voice
is itself its own question
cascades over frozen targets
cascades through fog
such is the sound you hear
even eyes grab and grab our em.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debt for a cleared soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse
makes your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse  

like a regrown hymen. 

 

Gravity of shadows

 

Damn a choice of tab

all the saved light rocks

the idiocy of the aces rules

the captured stirs

grass widows' tears

grass widows' tears

says goodbye to the

light seeks

everything you are looking for

light makes the colors touch

gravity of shadows

gravity of shadows.

 

Time stands still

and nothing happens

eighteen years have passed

and you're still here

just somewhere else

just somewhere else.

 

Every time you cross a waterfall

and cry riddles frequently

the equator cries and moons cry

the ferry captain cries

shadows drink ferry

shadows drink ferry

go and sleep your crying

it almost rises

every time you cross a ford

the cries of the seagulls sing

cry shadows out of gravity

cry shadows out of gravity.

Time stands still

and nothing happens

eighteen years have passed

and you're still here

just somewhere else

just somewhere else.

 

Where the butterflies drank

I've had a whole life to wonder about

why I had to shout

when the sculpture got its drop

why we had to put Frank to rest

you never know when life gonna stop

I've shown my interest

where the butterflies drank

of everybody’s fall

sometimes I walked without a sound

stunned into a wall

sometimes I just wanted to help

and was hammered to the ground

sometimes I was saddened

and saw mirrors dripping tears of blood

I've had a whole life to wonder about

why I had to shout

when the sculpture got its drop

why we had to put Frank to rest

you never know when life gonna stop

I've shown my interest

where the butterflies drank

and the day sank itself

and the day sank itself

where the butterflies drank

the day sank itself

where the butterflies drank.

  

Your cry hangs in the air

 

A cry sounds one morning

from the captive's barrel

from the cellar of twilight

is there any salvation

are the colors left a wrinkle

or are our common

emptied

oh so beautiful ivy-green breath

only the wilderness can whisper like that

drops rule over seasickness

our feet count

other holes' sick days

and that's all

all we have of breath

all wishes are gone

and when you cycle away

is the way your cry

is the way your cry

hangs in the air

an audacity death cycles fearlessly

through my throat

and out in the bog and in the middle of the heath

the guillotine stands

hours when we fell out of fame

there hang the overcoats

and you are the widow

whom only hoarseness can touch

drops rule over seasickness

our feet count

other holes' sick days

and that's all

all we have of breath

all wishes are gone

and when you cycle away

is the way your cry

is the way your cry

hangs in the air

a boldness death cycles fearlessly

through my throat

and out in the bog and in the middle of the heath

the guillotine

stands

there meets someone

its headless oblivion

that counts all our steps.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Israels Falske Flag:

Et af verdens stærkeste efterretningsvæsener og den israelske hær kunne aldrig sove i timen, når en terrorhandling krydsede deres lande-grænse - med mindre de havde planlagt at lade det ske for at kunne bruge hændelsen som alibi for videre handling. Dette er i korthed, hvad Jonas E. Alexis beretter i nærværende linkede artikel, at en israelsk soldat skal have røbet, er, hvad der netop gik for sig den 7. oktober. At militæret blev beordret til ikke at tage handling på indtrængningen. Ydermere har der tidligere været forlydender om, at ægypterne længe forinden havde advaret israelerne om, at noget var ved at ske. 

Jonas E. Alexis' engelsk sprogede artikel HER.

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Et digt

er som kærlighed

det tåler alt.

 

Nothing more to say

I have nothing more to say

no one more to be

going slowly backwards on my way

I hear everything that you say

and I know nothing more to say.

If I let you be

will you still be free

if you let me go

will you remember me though.

I have nothing more to say

no one more to be

going slowly backwards on my way

I hear everything that you say

and I know nothing more to say.

If you want silence

then why do you speak

if you will not touch

with your words and with your soul.

I have nothing more to say

no one more to be

going slowly backwards on my way

I hear everything that you say

and I know nothing more to say. 

 

 

June sideways

 

 

Before, the dog walked through June sideways

with its new coat on

and the time I cried so much

I was a waterfall too

until I cried the sadness blue.

 

And the crying was the debtless broom

because the dog's snout was the whole room

when we got this far 

and the school holiday was over

a howl greeted me every day.

 

Since then, all the mistakes have been lined up

and the new coat got warm

la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, ah, uuh!

 

The dog with its new coat on

all the mistakes are breaking on coat racks

the dog loses its undercoat ever more

and we are lying on the bottom of a taxi

I feel its breath and begin to pray

I let my tits grow from the first floor

all the way down to the roadway.

 

And I howl, I have a voice

I am mellow

la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, 

la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

 

In the past, the dog walked through June sideways

with its new coat on

and the time I cried so much

I was a waterfall too

until I cried the sadness blue.

 

And the crying was the debtless broom

because the dog's snout was all over the room

when we got this far 

and the school holiday was over

a howl greeted me every day.

 

Since then, all the mistakes have been lined up

and the new coat got warm

we are lying on the bottom of a taxi

la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la la.

 

Golden crop

 

Golden crop in the desolate debt-free sea

the wrinkles are waves

that knock on my door

and the sun, hoarse and sweet

will sew a golden hedge

around me

before there were tender feelings

like frayed butterflies

you show me

fluttering around and around your cold shoulders

you haven't bought me

I'm not for sale

I love your wings

because you are a butterfly yourself

you are a butterflydragon, that I can tell

you are golden crop in the desolate debt-free sea

golden crop in the desolate debt-free sea

the wrinkles are waves

that knock on my door.

 

Until I ask for it myself

 

I asked for it myself

I asked for it myself

you say

but I can't remember

I asked you for anything

least of all your sarcastic better knowledge.

 

I don't need your advice

until I ask for it myself

you may think you're so wise

that everyone should bend over 

and become soft cell

but I don't need your advice

until I ask for it myself.

 

I might remember wrong

I might remember wrong

you say

that I so often do

but did I somehow ask you

least of all your sarcastic better knowledge.

 

I don't need your advice

until I ask for it myself

you may think you're so wise

that everyone should bend over 

and become soft cell

but I don't need your advice

until I ask for it myself.

 

 

 

To cry for the deaf

 

Dying spirit - same multitude

of cries from the beautiful coast

still gaping and deaf cool yeah

dying tissue rules the sound of fame.

 

Pole broken and crying mothers

dying they seek to crush your howl

suffer, fucked up in the sun

the sun has crushed 

       the dream of night.

 

To cry for the deaf

on the toes the tears stand in circles

to cry for the deaf

your veil so beautiful.

 

The sun of peace 

   wraps the smoke around

if the tissue is deaf 

     on the guarded floor

a snorting dog pierces the rain

red dogs whine 

         the sound of guilt.

 

Drill, if other dogs fail

count the crispness of the waffles

cover fame

when the old hour runs out.

 

To cry for the deaf

on the toes the tears stand in circles

to cry for the deaf.

 

The vortex of the sun.

 

Die before midnight in a bowl of tears

if the dogs are tender

sinful and wounded

who else feels salvation

huh, armed with notes.

 

Dying chieftain's ball

death wades coat racks 

                 through the bog

in the shelter of salamander fire

a drip, a single drip forever.

 

To cry for the deaf

on the toes stand tears in circles

to cry for the deaf

a peace of mind 

            touches the beloved's neck

early very famous

early next morning

to cry for the deaf. 

 

 

Raise the ceiling

 

Raise the ceiling

eggs lift high

I want to turn

the shiver

I want to heal wounds

the lighthouse face

crossroads end in tears

what I dare

what I believe

I dare to see

raise the ceiling

reset eggs empty the room

I want the treetops

black silhouettes

I want dolphins

a house of sea

I ride dolphins

I ride their sound

crossroads end in tears

what I dare

what I believe

I dare to see

raise the ceiling

reset eggs empty the room

raise the ceiling

raise the ceiling

I want the treetops

raise the ceiling

I ride their sound

pulling the bowstring

crossroads end in tears

what I dare

what I believe

I dare to see

raise the ceiling

reset eggs empty the room.

 

Cry Cry Cry

 

We sit behind the curtain fishing

there is nothing more to it than this

we sit behind the curtain and whisper

just listen to how crispy

we do it until you get sick

it is for you that we lick.

 

Cry Cry Cry

then

give birth to your tears

Cry Cry Cry

then

release all your fears.

 

 

Lucifer licks your ear

while Ahriman chops off your hand

and then they say they are your friends

and feed you artificial bodies

just to make your soul evaporate.

 

Cry Cry Cry

then

give birth to your tears

Cry Cry Cry

then

release all your fears.

 

We sit behind the curtain fishing

there is nothing more to it than this

we sit behind the curtain and whisper

just listen to how crispy

we do it until you get sick

it is for you that we lick.

 

Cry Cry Cry

then

give birth to your tears

Cry Cry Cry

then

release all your fears.

 

First they will comfort you

tell you that you are so very good

and when you think you have a deal

you’ll get the knife and bright goodbye

how could you fly so high.

 

Cry Cry Cry

then

give birth to your tears

Cry Cry Cry

then

release all your fears.

We sit behind the curtain fishing

there is nothing more to it than this

we sit behind the curtain and whisper

just listen to how crispy

we do it until you get sick

it is for you that we lick.

 

Cry Cry Cry

then

give birth to your tears

Cry Cry Cry

then

release all your fears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gnaver gnidningsmodstanden bedøvet

 

Gnaver gnidningsmodstanden bedøvet

og lader nattens taxavogne afløve natten

kan tossevrimlen da andet end rydde fjæset

køers brøl beretter om påkørselens svaner

under godsvognenes døvhed

tæernes solvinklede skub

       kan dække motorvejsbordet op

gammel glæde kan røre dit indre

med en grimasse du har tilfælles

        med sognegrænser og skyldnydelse

nat er nat er nat er nat er nat er god nat

pæl pæl pæl pæl pæl pæl pæl - tomme sky

og nat og nat og nat og nat nat nat nat.

Du kan nå knurregrænsen helt tryg

parat til at kneppe mørket

kan natten være mere dulmende

parat til højtideligt at møde

         gællernes altid forstøvede poesi

når du tager ud 

for at række nåleskove 

             vandfald at bladre i. 

 

Regn

 

      Nøgen stikker jeg tungen ind i dine tårer

      En engel åbner sine hænder

      Og skænker flydende sølv

      Ud over

      Gungrer på bliktaget

      Nu står vi på tørt land

      Og strækker armene mod køligheden

      Ensomme, ansigt til ansigt.

 

Dressur

 

Et foldet kålblad

græder helt sammenlimet

æg over alt.

 

Kyssede blade.

Bål tændt i skygge og læ.

Den vandrette røg.

 

Et efterord

vil gennemføre sin glød

under troldhaslen.

 

Fuglehuset skjult.

Hokkaidoblomsterblade

tæmmer spurvene.

 

Herefter møder du urtidens gæller

Herefter møder du urtidens gæller

hvor tom sky sover på sine faner

flaskeautomaten bliver 

    påhængsvogn til sidste skylle 

månen galer fra et færgely

noget ånder og ånder

hvem af jer kan evigt

sove på månens skygge og skyggen

får for helvede blade

i en tinvokset pukkel

løjerligt hvordan solen kælver

skotske bække af sten

søbet ind i flodernes lår

tygger tæerne de syge kager

kysser søstrenes agtpågivenhed

kølige kongers klynkeri

i regentfødte pinjekerner

vugger fingrenes solæg

og i forstørrelsesglasset

rører småkager

de tømte posers evighed

og gnaver gnidningsmodstanden bedøvet.

 

En nedlagt taxacentral er dit afhuggede hoved

 

En nedlagt taxacentral 

             er dit afhuggede hoved

en halvø egeløvet beser 

på grænsen mellem familie og drøm

at tygge noget helt ned i halsen

og måle gløderne op 

             med knoerne mod det ru reb

fra løbende næser opstår 

harmonikahavet om din halvø

parat er de gudefødte aldre

kan næsten hører knytnæven knuges

i en sæk med de halverede horn

selv parat stiger

gællevægge ud af kålgården

fjæset er kålgård fjæset er kålgård

mennesket er gudefødt kålgård

og tømmer sig i en tom atomsky 

uvejret virker ægte og syvsålefødt

hælene parate til at vælge

de fanefortabte svaner

og møde urtidens gæller.

 

Smooth butts

 

Time is up for you junky ass

you've had your last shot of powder from Kabul

your lies are an ocean

the ocean is big and you're drowning.

 

Smooth butts

Smooth butts

Smooth butts

in your face.

 

All your stars lie drowned

in the lake of your past the world is still moving

you have no grounding

in the universe that surrounds you.

 

Smooth butts

Smooth butts

Smooth butts

in your face.