Long time no see.

A walk up the mountain to meet the man, open my bottle of grain, release the sand.
Never been to the shores but always seeing the shoreline. Tapping my shoulder saying ”All the riches in the world cant feed a poor mind”. Thank you for bringing me what my eyes have seen but hands not felt, you’re kind.
Information so ambiguous, open for interpretation. Contiguous conversations, building better relations.
Putting two and two together, like that’s the whole picture. When it first takes one and one to make two, go figure. But it wasn’t numbers that made you.
Letter and numbers are made because man had a will to perceive the reality around us to achieve, what the mind believe is true.
So many colors in life then why feeling blue?
Could you be, could you be love? Could you be hugged?
Released from the entanglement, bring the sound of your heartbeat along after i sampled it, and feast on the abandonment.
Words like drugs and I felt them kick in. Gave them a moment to sink in.
Not making sense don’t make me senseless. What’s up with all these defenses? Why is your past my present references?
Leaving with a good example, still leaves me leaving. When I’m gone, then I’m on.
I know that we hate this, leaving with a playlist cause songs sometimes tell our story better, being creative.
Put it on the wall. Nailed it. As time change so do we, shapeshift.
We were destined for greatness, but now we walk by the pavement, feeling like a vagrant hoping for an escapement. Want to be together but looking for replacement. Ending up with the same shit. Like life’s making a statement.

Afraid of going back to square one, to be seen wearing that old robe, but this time we wear none. All we’re bringing is that old hope.
Naked, like the truth, knowing whats real and no need for the proof.
So let us goof around, like using lettuce as a crown. Release the ocean of lust even if we drown, knowing that we’re down.
Make belief if we have to, to let us feel that sound, take-receive cause we want to, cause we really feel that we’re bound.

four-thirty in the morning, mirrored spark. Can’t remember last time we pillow talked. Only when I talked to the pillow.
Yeah, laugh at it. But we can’t quit this, like it’s a bad habit. Spellbound for the moment, Mad magic.

And then what? Living with change but afraid to spend us. Like we’re on our last nickel and dime. Can’t be fickle and try.
And all this ”Speaking my mind” makes us grow apart, cause what we should have done from the start was to speak from the heart.

See we don’t always listen to understand, but we listen to reply.
And things don’t always work as we planned, but we can always retry.
And if we really believe that we can, then all we need is to apply, that little will that we have that will change a goodbye to a hi.

Hi, It’s been a while.


Funny thing about love

Is that I see you in almost 80 % of songs out there in all languages. Made me think. We seek love but not always really know what we seek of.

Hear me out. Everything we do is because we think or we know it will makes us feel in a way. Going on a fast drive you know its gonna give u a kick, adrenaline. Going to a fine restaurant you know it’s going to be pleasant and probably tasteful. Even if you are a sadist you know hurting yourself is a feeling, if so a bad one but in that case bad is good..

Do we seek love because we need love? Or do we seek love because in the form of feel love is a strong, possibly the strongest one and there for it is widely spoken of, written about, encouraged and shown in all kinds of movies.

And if I get to add one more thing. To love in combo with feelings we search.
When you love doing things. playing the guitar, read, work out, collect items, skydiving.. what not.. you get a feeling when you actually take the initiative and do those things.
But to be in love and feel strong towards a person and that person loves you back. Then you are able to feel love without lifting a finger. In forms of surprises your loved one made for you. Or a notes she/he leaves behind in the name of love. Or wake you up with breakfast in the morning. Or the single kiss on the forehead before they go off to work and you are home sick.

Things we do for eachother. this is equivalent to the art of giving. If you feel joy from giving. Then in the moment when you give you get something. Joy, pride, happiness, compassion and so on.. And if from you giving then getting something back. Then by you giving then getting, not only have you doubled the joy, but you have quadrupled it. Why? Cause you feel joy, tthe other person feels joy by you giving.. then that person feels joy from giving something back and you feel joy by getting it.. thus 4 times the joy.

Evolve backwards evlove as in eventually love. As in when nothing becomes something. And through the name of love we can grow.

And that my friends, I believe why LOVE is so important to us. It makes us strive, grow, develop, evolve, inspire, self-reflect and be passionate about things. Even makes us stop being selfish. Unconditional love.

So if by giving you could quadruple something.. then don’t forget to give..

Don’t forget to give love 😉

Silent tone – The melody you don’t hear with your ears but feel with your heart. The beat thats not played by tunes but by your heart. Silent Tone the inner song built by your conscious mind.


Simple things

The complexity of what is naturally natural comes sometimes hard for us. To understand the simplicity of what time has presented for us. Tevolution – Things time take to evolve. Personality, persona, per person.
We search for that deeper purpose. That big meaning in life. That thing that we wanna strive for. They say sky’s the limit. But I wanted to be an astronaut. What’s meaningful is the depth of perception you have towards things. Does the universe judge you for what is important? No. It’s all in our perception of importance. We are shaped and formed partly from the society we live in, forgetting that our own ideas are not always our own, but ideas of others we subliminally made ours. Authority. If a doctor in a commercial recommends a product, what’s your natural respond if someone has a problem that one particular product could fix? Recommendation. Not knowing actually anything of it.
Simple things in it’s complexity. Mankind and it’s anatomy. The pollinisation from bees to flowers. The awareness, the moonlight. Is it so complex really? Or is it just that because WE are simple, we can’t grasp the simplicity that has been presented for us?

What wonders have we salved in 100 years? in 1000 years? will quantum physics be as clear as how to brew coffee?
Time will tell. i don’t know. But what I do know.. is that in all complexity the most beautiful things are the simple things.

Love, compassion, empathy, friendship, honesty, caring, philanthropy, thoughtfulness….

Simple things, yet so complex.

Cup of Coffee – Cup of conversation

That fresh brewed cup of coffee, sweet lights, good environment and a nice topic.
Let it be my treat, cause that good conversation is food for the soul that I’ll eat. Priceless.
As we contemplate over what next to conversate, the essence of our presence fill the room. nicest.
No thoughts about where it will lead. Yet we follow that little seed, planted somewhere in our history to grow and become the present conversation that will feed, our eager, hungry heads for hours. Conversations with flavor like sweet and sour.
Arome of the brown gold. Energy tenfolds.
As we continue, we don’t realize we’re driven into this work created by us. Everything is real, everything we feel in that moment is that food for the soul and we’re enjoying a meal.
Toodiloo, scoobydoo, dobidoo, howwedo.
Laughter. I think I understand now. Things may be predesigned but we are the crafters.
One step ahead, after.
As we create our own reality, realizing that the realest realism is not from the realist. Cause If We can get real for a moment in all realness, to become really enlightened and live the most realest. You need to realize that everything starts from a point where ”that thing” was unreal. unexplored and not in existence. So for it to become consistent, you have to understand that in the middle of ”A to B” there is an alternative reality, and realize that though A & B exist in the middle there is a distance. And that it is as much forever as it is instant.
Refill, we feel, time is ticking but in a way we’re still. glans on the phone, its all right thought cause tonight we’re beyond our comfort zone.
And on it goes. We paint pictures with words with our tongues as pencils on this empty canvas of time and room. Engaged to the moment we being the bride and groom.

The night is young and there is plenty more of that good coffee, a good conversation. And when we’re done we can sit back relax and enjoy our creation.

Thank you for letting me buy you a cup of coffee.


Vi sa att vi alltid kunde vara vänner. Tills någon av oss beskriver vad vi verkligen känner, i hoppet av att se om det verkligen stämmer. Att vara sann mot sin känsla och inte bara låta ödet bestämma vad som händer.
Ingen sa att det skulle vara enkelt, när hjärtat känner och hjärnan tänker. Magkänsla är länken mellan sanning och min sanning.
Som sedan leder till min handling av att göra mig rätt. titt som tätt.
En kombination av vision och att ta ton för att lyssna till sitt sanna jag. Eviga frågor för att få insyn till sina sanna svar och något att hålla en varm när man går igenom sina kalla dar.
Hand i hand med kalla kårar, rädslan för förlusten av att hamna i samma sårade tillstånd som får oss att hålla tillbaka till att börja med. Även om glädje är det vi söker vill vi infinna oss med någon som vi även kan sörja med. Någon som inte behöver fråga dig om du vill följa med. Sida vid sida, svaret är självklart. Ingen som tvingat oss, att vi är här är självvalt. Det Aktiva valet. Lämna den passiva salen och ha högt i taken och låta tryggheten i mellan bli den heliga graalen.

Så jag måste. För om jag inte gör mig rätt, hur kan du förvänta dig att jag någonsin ska kunna göra dig det?

Stroke of sound to the end

I wait before I name a title. Cause i don’t really know what I will write or what will come out. Two ears and one mouth.
stroke of the piano, one sound.
Let my thoughts blend with it. Like some glenfiddich. Bring’em out.. single malt.
Better ways for better days. Waiting for the train to come. Listening to some music , staring.. like my brain is gone.
Too early in the morning. See I’ve never been a morning man, but dont get me wrong though, I love another day. To live another way.
Endless movement to surpress another stay. Flashback a back-lash , replay another play. mmhm.
See I know some don’t make sense to ya’ll. But if you ask, ima say how it is, so we can continue to another phase.
Sun goes up, sun goes down. In between We lay horizontal in deep profoundness. No way to go around it. Even if reality strikes hard we’re all dreamers. everyone’s gotta sleep right?.. just like everyones gotta eat. unfortunately one of them comes naturally, the other as a treat.
We’re starving in many ways. The hunger for lust, the hunger for trust, the hunger to bust out of the project. The hunger to adjust one of the subjects to fit one of your objects. The hunger for cost and ways to top it. Endless hunger, over the edge , going under.
Son of a mother. Brother to a brother. Let’s not forget the holy father. The author. I’m an image of him, as he’s a image of me. the image of three. cause together we create new things, the image of ”we”.

Showing no emotions, cause I’m committed. I’m told it’s forbidden to do so, living in the fast lane but move slow.
Growing no devotion , cause I’m permitted. Bold and admitted to choose those tiny little moments that prove growth.

And when it rains, I lift my face to the sky, let the rain pass my eyes. The rain makes me smile. sunshine.

Too bad time wasn’t like money cause boy do i love the time that I spend. and best of all it never has an end.. or does it? think im coming close to the end. yeah i said it.. close the end..

—The End—


I just came to say hello. I am that man. Not the one i used to be. Then again things are not what they used to be.
I don’t have all the answers nor do I wish I did. I am not in a grayzone neither amongs the colors of the rainbow. I am one in all and all in one. My mind is flowing through time and space while my body is on one spot. Longing, thinking, wishing..
It’s like the flow of water running along a river trying to find its way to the ocean.

I let the scent of my surrounding hold me on paus for a while. ”candlelight, all around us, dark room, the song, bedroom eyes meeting eachother.Letting my face slowly touch yours. Next to your cheek, let my lips run along your face then to your neck.. kissing your sholders. My hands on your back.. slowly going down side by side of that silkysmooth skin as I press you towards me and as our lips meet we hold our breaths. Letting our lips be the gateway as our souls combines.

I continue.

The factor that do not change. Time. I surfe on the surface of time. Do i ever look back? Yes. Does it ever hold me back? yes. Still i am one with time. The factor that do not change. Memories dont live like people do, oh no. We live in the present in an absent future in mind. Time. I salute you. Cause whether the weather is with or against me. I’ll get there.. due time.

Time i put you on reverse and emiT life.

See you on the other side.

I am a continuant factor and due time, will I ? … I will change.


Hi hater

So I let it pass me by, without asking why.
fashion style, new converse, classic ride.
come first, leave later. smell good, feel greater. fantastic smile.
The little wave; ”hi hater”.
How you been lately? still wish you could copy paste me? amazing, so amazing.
Even when im standing still you chase me. Its like an investment and you’re destined never resting to manifest in this obsession. Your regression needs attention followed with confessions that you need some refreshments from your great depression which you’ve suppressed from existing.
This one was free of charge, we can call that todays lesson.

Don’t be mad, don’t be mean CAUSE;
”Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Don’t you think I’m so sexy I’m dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)”

It’s when you learn to really love yourself you really can love others..

So hi hater.. why do you hate yourself? 😉


Writers block

The fighting sucks, used to write down, now I’m stuck o top.

The words were my garden and I always digged in.
The meanings were my drugs as I watched them Kick in.

Letting that empty canvas portray, your visions, ideas or even your day.
I can’t write so it’s written just for the cause of causality, because if it’s going to be a result of my ideas,
Causality becomes a cause because it’s not written.

Learning words is easy, Shakespeare himself, only in his plays used 50 000 different words. To portray mental pictures with the use of words, that’s the challenge.
So when I am writing you don’t see letters or words you see actual pictures, vivid in your mind. Like you were seeing it live. Almost like daydreaming.

And Shake a spear was excellent at that particular part.

Anyways, to go back to the title of this little novice writing lesson for myself I just created.
If a writer has writers block and write about it, is it a paradox/contradiction?

So many things get written every day. E-mails, speeches, contracts, ideas, letters, poetry, lyrics, anecdotes, suggestions, diaries, punch lines, reminders, bucket lists you name it.

The important thing is that we have a verbal language. With tongue or pen. As it complicates life it makes it easier. Communication. Sometimes too much communication so that instead of understanding each other we become even more confused.

But as long as we can write, we can read, and if we can read we can understand and if we can understand we
Can explain, and to explain is to help and to be helpful you have to have heart (not the physical one)
And to be able to do all of the above you need to have an intellect. And if we have an intellect we can think rationally.

Unfortunately to read is easer then to write.
To destroy is easier then to create.

Mankind needs to unite. Self-preservation may have the word self in it. But we are in this together. One planet so many opportunities. How would the world have looked if the people involved with the Manhattan project, instead of creating something of destruction took all their knowledge all their determination and created something that created instead of destroyed?

”Many things get said and done, but when everything is said and done more is often said than done”

The WORD is out there – Spread it