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All right

lagt inn 30. des. 2017, 04:24 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 30. des. 2017, 04:24 ]

The thing about the moon is that
it is not quite a star.
You know when you are looking at.
You know when so you are.

The moon, in fact, is very bright.
An expert it is not.
The star, you see, produces light.
And it is much to hot.

Awkward

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:35 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:35 ]

A sinner was given to fight
his nature, which was not all right.
Instead of creator
he got a dictator
and feared the joy coming to light.

Be bright

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:31 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:31 ]

No livelihood in being bad,
one should not please the being sad.
The night is not opposed to day.
For sure, the night is in a way.

The night, in which the day will end,
to day is night on to depend
when morning comes, and day is so
that it will show how it will go.

Being clear

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:26 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:27 ]

Stars appear
to the fear
to be dear
being clear.

Being loved

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:16 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:17 ]

Being loved is to growth to appear in the sun.
Being loved is to beast in the sun to have fun.
Being loved is the way of the feeling all right.
And so love also can be the darkness of night.

Being loved is to growth to get life from the rain.
Being loved is to beast by the rain to end pain.
Being loved is the way of the feeling all right.
Being loved is not power to put up a fight.

Cold

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:13 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:14 ]

If it is windy, cold and wet,
no energy to play we get.
We try to get away from it
and shelter in to dress, a bit.

And always when I people see
I dress in coat and gallantry.
I suffer when they love arrange.
I want to get inside and change.

Come on

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:10 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:10 ]

Why am I here?
How am I there?
Is it okay?
Do I obey?

Do I well work?
Will work give perk,
faithfully done
made by the Son?

Should by the dice
be thinking twice?
What is the man?
Of God a fan?

Fantasy

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:07 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 20. des. 2017, 19:07 ]

I dream about so very much.
Will my beloved have the touch?
Will she fall down into my arms
with fatal hair and dancing charms?

Will little girls above the sky
to cloud appear as reason why
the next time it from heaven rains?
Will those I think of feel the pains?

Will boys be tangled in a mess
the next time they indulge in chess?
When seeing, will you sorry be
to say it is just fantasy?

Guiltless

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 19:02 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 30. des. 2017, 04:38 ]

For jewellery to shine
it must be feeling fine.
For gladly to appear,
the Girl must be quite dear.

So, she must be defined,
by definition kind.
If not, she will be sharp
with many a ill warp.

I am crazy

lagt inn 20. des. 2017, 18:59 av Anders Woje Ellingsen   [ oppdatert 24. des. 2017, 11:47 ]

I am crazy, I cannot adjust
to the crowd, even one say I must.
I am crazy, and it is quite clear
one considers me to be quite dear.

In the multitude, being as one,
it is clear that the crazy is gone.
And I take in that being no part:
Recognition I want by my art.

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