Til ære for Morten....

lyrikk frå under beltestaden!

No sitter eg her og tenkjer på dei(g).
Eg undrast no berre, kvifor du var so feig?
Eg spelte jo på alle strengar eg hadde.
Og du var på looks, rett forbi meg du bladde!
Eg sendte deg kjærleik, i lyrisk drakt.
Kva fekk eg tilbake, jau rein forakt!
Eg la ut om alt det kjekke eg gjorde.
Men du såg på meg som ei mannehore!
Eg sende deg hjarte, i grønt gult og raudt.
Eg trur nok du tenkte, han der er for blaut!
Då sprakk det for meg og eg kalte deg tøs.
Eg blei steikje galen, blei svartsjuk og bøs.
Med eder og galle, eg tok meg deg føre.
Ja det her blei jo litt av ei føkkings røre.
Endeleg skreik eg, ditt hespetre!
Eg håper du fell, og brekk armar og kne.
Eg skreik og eg bar meg, eg skjelte deg ut.
Men blei nok foundra, då du heitte Knut!

Ja sånn kan det gå. Vonar dykk søv godt i natt. Peace and løøøv!!

Ha ha, nå blir det godt å sove med litt fersk bakgårdspoesi for hjernen å fordøye

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."

- Edgar Allan Poe

"Poetry" av Pablo Neruda:

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

😂😂😂😂

artig

With poetry my mind I flex. Flip like Wilson, vocals never lacking that finesse..... Zack de la Rocha