Vad vill du med livet?
Jag, jag vill leva
Ta tag i känslornas långa svans
Där orden börjar formas
Men bokstäverna får ingen riktig nyans
Jag vill kunna lyssna
Och höra sirener sjunga
Utan att översköljas av skräck och tveksamhet
Utan att grusas ned i osäkerhet
Och polemisk korrekthet
När du pratar, vill jag kunna fatta tag i dina vingar
Flyga iväg med dig
Höra orden blandas
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Are you ready to fly?
Leave your dreams behind
Out in the big wide world
Without a cry?
Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems
Are you ready to try?
Leaving the miles behind
Stars in your eyes
Never knowing why?
Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is
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A dream
A thought
Time enough to feel the breeze
A picture
A feeling
A long walk under the Aspen trees
Snowfall
Birds call
Springtime brightens up the sky
Contemplation
Revelation
Long hellos and sad goodbyes
A wink
A word
A smile to carry you through the day
A truth
A dream
Memories guide you along the way
The hug
The tears
The pain that follows you through the years
The water
The laughter
The wind that cleanses
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Come take a chance
The spiral dance
Let’s weave a trance and see
Just you and me
With just a glance
A lifetime to be free
Let’s walk the road
And learn the code
Let’s burn the fire hot
Let’s dance the night
With moon so bright
And remember what’s forgot
The spiral dance
Let’s take a chance
Come weave a trance with me
We’ll burn the codes
And pave new
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En dikt jag skrev när jag var 15 16 år, där runtomkring. Jag kommer ihåg den än.
Field and Stream
Field and stream before the sunset
Nature’s beauty to behold
Fleeting glimpses of a daydream
Almost real, and yet still old
Beauty’s passage – everlasting
Feel the blast of icy cold
Mournful cries of death deceiving
Eyeing something new and bold
Crying out for life
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Ny dikt.
Some bear the weight throughout their lives
Never asking why
Some dare to dream but not to live
Until the day they die
Some see the cross but not the light
Shining in their eye
Some try to run but always walk
Even though it makes them cry
We know so much, yet cannot see
The truth for all the lies
We need to
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Härom dagen skrev Anna Hildebrand på Facebook att “Mannen är normen – i stort som smått”. Det fick mig att komma ihåg det här kapitlet ur Susan Griffins bok från 1978, “Woman and Nature: The Roaring Inside Her”.
She swaggers in. They are terrifying in their white hairlessness. She waits. She watches. She does not move.
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