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Warm Snow, Dark Lights, and the Coffee Machine

 

glimpses
BUT NOW CALLED


Warm Snow, Dark Lights, and the Coffee Machine

Like Snakes over icing water
They glide,
North-easterly winds their master
(Just for the way, master have they none),
Over the ocean hat created them,
Without Who they shall not be.
Snakes.

*

Eye in the sky
Behold the majesty afront
Vast big life mirror of Love.
Sheen ice beaches like pearls.
Pride rock, humble ocean.
Warning lights. Human hazard. Slam, sash.
Beauty again. She’s back =)
Dragons, suddenly for company. Crap.

*

People bustle.
An aptly named airport in Hell.
Sjokolade behind moi, artificial addiction.
Red seats, large windows.
Warm. Cold white snow in the out.
“Its all warm, not a thing to fear.”
Nothing beyond us
Psychologic brain wash.
Hiss. There’s a long sleek bridge,
Snow melting trudging a ladder into the snow on ice river below.

*

Yellow lonely swing amidst all white/gray/dark,
Innocence in hostility.
The universal story of Love against tide.

*

Sickness. Human viruses eating beauty.
Creepy crawly mankind.
Ugliness.

*

Canoeing water in the ice.
Crowning majesty with all Her trees
Rise genially. Air of grandeur.
Red house. Green trees. White snow.
Lone traveller’s single light slides.

*

Trees announce Her Mother’s stread
Princess stream jovially meanders by.
Humble.

*

Sleep. He hands on my eyelids.
Like weights on a pendulum -
hangs me down.
!
Spot on!
African inspired, West influenced East Indian music shoots up the metabolic barometer.
Car lights on the cliff wall.
Artsy, spooky.
Is Nature minus humankind ever scary?

*

Retardation. Snow sculptures on
free floating little ice glaciers.
Sigh. Influenced poetry.

*

Trees with iced necks.
Bowing. Albino giraffes!
Ravines. Deep breath;
Cold dark deep mystifying ruts on the ground.

*

Blueness. Slow darkness.
Thoughts, ideas.
Child, running, free.
Not for long;
society caught him, dragged him, raped him.
Artificiality smiled at him.
The beginning, And then,
The beginning of the end.

*

Python carrier swaying elephant like.
Gently rocking us, her babies, to a beautiful tour.
Santa clumps on dry Christmas trees.
Light in a sole-house window.
Where’s your soul?

an experiment by neo garfield, whilst on a train from Trondheim (Norway) to Östersund (Sweden). Thank you NSB/Veolia Transport. Dedicated to Mother Earth (Amma), and someone who has her birthday today.

Out in the rain in Fredrikstad

As tremulous delicate sparks of water platters on the glass above,
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Out in the rain, out in the rain, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.

A village with a soul of truimphant serene;
Calmly quelling sapien worries in its green;
As the ducks silently quack, and get away,
And trees gently dance, to the wind’s sway…

I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
In Fredrikstad, in Fredrikstad, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.

Because of change, I am afraid,
And that which I had dread, has in my path fate laid.
Because I am simply away,
And others, with them, might have their say.
And I am jealous…

I wish,
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad, I were,
The rain, the rain, out in the rain, in Fredrikstad.

A village oh beauty’s name,
A life, oh those cobblestone lanes!
Oh lovely Fredrikstad…

I wish,
I were out on your streets, as it gently rained,
I wish I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
And those drops of change, might wash away,
And make me one with Mother Nature again.
And in oneness, might I find myself perhaps,
And run my yearned for laps…
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad,
Out in the streets of Fredrikstad.

Let myself be carried away,
As She loves and cares, and makes my day,
And worries – they no longer make their say!
But… The feeling but remains…

I wish.
The rain, out in Fredrikstad,
Well, I wish I were out in it…
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Oh love, oh beauty, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.

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Neo Garfield
Wednesday, 26 August, 2009, 4:11AM.

The day after the day after the land.