She voids life, which should constitute.
She makes man paying and corrupt,
and fakes creating, needs abrupt.
Today she is like ruling life.
Not many are the decent wife.
So, life is bad, and out of reach,
however man the lot will teach.
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Wednesday, 25 March 2026
That Is The Problem
The danger is the prostitute.
She voids life, which should constitute.
She makes man paying and corrupt,
and fakes creating, needs abrupt.
Today she is like ruling life.
Not many are the decent wife.
So, life is bad, and out of reach,
however man the lot will teach.
She voids life, which should constitute.
She makes man paying and corrupt,
and fakes creating, needs abrupt.
Today she is like ruling life.
Not many are the decent wife.
So, life is bad, and out of reach,
however man the lot will teach.
Tuesday, 24 March 2026
Ad That Question of Our Times
Ex Rege Lex, or Ex Lege Rex - that is the question, in Latin.
In the Constitution of Norway, it is so that "Ex Lege Rex". I defend the Constitution of Norway.
In the Constitution of Norway, it is so that "Ex Lege Rex". I defend the Constitution of Norway.
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Ad Bestiality
Prove me wrong, though, there seems to me to be a lack in any religion when it comes to tackling bestiality. There are laws in any religion with regards to morale, and to kill not is one in all, I believe, though, torture, is it given heed? I believe I heard, once, one stating it is a matter of natural law that this thing to see one of his kind suffer, forbids torture. One will not tolerate it. This view would be in harmony with the Norwegian, and English notion of conscience, and also of humane to be. Humanity is a kind. During World War II, horrific bestiality was shown by the Nazis, and also by their Asian counterpart. And in Nazism there was this notion of the “Untermänsch” as different from the “Übermänsch”. Perhaps this was the reason why this beautiful people of Germany came to foster this horror.
In any Christian nation, I believe, bestiality is considered in the judgemental system. In court, obviously showing bestiality has bearing on punishment. One cannot by law forbid bestiality, in Christian nations. So to do would be in conflict with the principle of legality. Though, religion? There should be focus in any church of belief on the well-being of human kind, that is on heart, mind and soul. This would be faith, hope and charity – the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
In any Christian nation, I believe, bestiality is considered in the judgemental system. In court, obviously showing bestiality has bearing on punishment. One cannot by law forbid bestiality, in Christian nations. So to do would be in conflict with the principle of legality. Though, religion? There should be focus in any church of belief on the well-being of human kind, that is on heart, mind and soul. This would be faith, hope and charity – the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
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Remember The All
of Father's the call.
Humanity is
the essence of this.
And be free and wild,
and peaceful and mild,
in Love of The Son
by which one is done.
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The Tounge of Norway
Norwegian is the toungueof nature's vivid throng
as it is pretty wild
and comforting and mild.
In good relations it
to learn, so quite a bit,
the toungue of Norway just
to future is a must.
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Monday, 23 March 2026
Sorry about That
SORRY ABOUT THAT
[Intro]
Verse 1]
To be indecent is not it,
by which to loving one is fit.
Indecent, always, will it end,
what is on future to depend.
[Verse 2]
And this is surely not good to
the good Lord, who is making you.
and who is He who powers life.
He wants you to be lovely wife.
[Chorus]
Who made this absolutely fail
idea, that bad is of avail?
Who is it, who is making you?
What name it has, that thing to do?
[Verse 3]
You know, by now this is enough.
There is no question, to be tough.
The devil you have made the one
to be by, which the life is done.
[Chorus]
Who made this absolutely fail
idea, that bad is of avail?
Who is it, who is making you?
What name it has, that thing to do?
[Verse 4]
Be rationale, and hit the core:
the dark, the void, who you adore,
is just a failure, out of love,
and really stupid to be of.
[Intro]
Verse 1]
To be indecent is not it,
by which to loving one is fit.
Indecent, always, will it end,
what is on future to depend.
[Verse 2]
And this is surely not good to
the good Lord, who is making you.
and who is He who powers life.
He wants you to be lovely wife.
[Chorus]
Who made this absolutely fail
idea, that bad is of avail?
Who is it, who is making you?
What name it has, that thing to do?
[Verse 3]
You know, by now this is enough.
There is no question, to be tough.
The devil you have made the one
to be by, which the life is done.
[Chorus]
Who made this absolutely fail
idea, that bad is of avail?
Who is it, who is making you?
What name it has, that thing to do?
[Verse 4]
Be rationale, and hit the core:
the dark, the void, who you adore,
is just a failure, out of love,
and really stupid to be of.
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Physics
It is a fact, men and women think a bit differently. Men might think strategically, which the woman have difficulties doing, disposed to think tactically, as she is. A woman might do the work of man (old Norwegian saying). The fact is, though, when stating a truth, she will always be bound to her gender – her body. In science, and in the art of poetry, a difference is to be seen between men and women.
In physics, there are three orientations. There is pure physics, there is chemistry, and there is biology. The way of thinking differs. The smallest particle in physics is the electron, in chemistry the atom, and in biology the cell. And it is my intuitive understanding the electronical activity in the body, in the nerves, that is, cannot be understood theoretically by pure physics. And chemistry cannot explain it. No reaction is to be found. And biology is not occupied with the beings of nerves. Bound to the material, electronical activity is difficult to explain. The electrons obviously are not free.
Neither in air, the electrons are free. Air is O2. And there is no reaction taking place in air by blue-tooth, for example. So what? Is there a difference between women and men? Why is the woman bound?
I think there must be an electronical field around the globe, giving opportunity to electronical signals. This field is in the air, chemically speaking. O2, that is. Electronical activity in the substance of air?
There are things to learn I believe, also in physics. Let us take the step?
[Addition - a couple of minutes after this posting:]
Sound might penetrate a wall, though being reduced. Why will not light?
In physics, there are three orientations. There is pure physics, there is chemistry, and there is biology. The way of thinking differs. The smallest particle in physics is the electron, in chemistry the atom, and in biology the cell. And it is my intuitive understanding the electronical activity in the body, in the nerves, that is, cannot be understood theoretically by pure physics. And chemistry cannot explain it. No reaction is to be found. And biology is not occupied with the beings of nerves. Bound to the material, electronical activity is difficult to explain. The electrons obviously are not free.
Neither in air, the electrons are free. Air is O2. And there is no reaction taking place in air by blue-tooth, for example. So what? Is there a difference between women and men? Why is the woman bound?
I think there must be an electronical field around the globe, giving opportunity to electronical signals. This field is in the air, chemically speaking. O2, that is. Electronical activity in the substance of air?
There are things to learn I believe, also in physics. Let us take the step?
[Addition - a couple of minutes after this posting:]
Sound might penetrate a wall, though being reduced. Why will not light?
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Sunday, 22 March 2026
Thinking
THINKING
Why on earth cannot people this obvious see:
Superpowers are met in my country, today.
Neither women nor men are to be something free,
by one’s sins and by slavery waiting for day.
I beg you to take care of yourselves, and let us
find together by faith in tradition, and thus
able to hope and dream, carry burdens to God
which by we shepherd’s crook will see, and not the rod.
In the future we will talk together, and find
many things to discuss and to make and to mind.
Though, right now we want peace from the being of you.
We have our own problems, and ours to do.
Please, take care in Great Brittain, my closest of friends.
Let us see where this leads us, put horrors to ends.
And in Russia, please, understand my concern.
I am not in the middle. To land I will turn.
And to the U.S.A. and to China I’ll say,
leave my people, or I for sure will make your day.
It is Norway which is my belonging and pride.
In this moment, the both of you are set aside.
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Buddhism
Prove me wrong, though, to me it seems like there is a logical flaw in buddhism. The essence of buddhism, I understand, is reaching nirvana, which is a state of release and disembodiment, which one reaches through a correct path. That nirvana is material not to be, devoid as one is of motives and feelings, full of wisdom and correct values. The core value, though, seems to be discipline. There is a correct path, and devotion to beings. And that is the thing: One never is of no value and no worth, and speaking of it, who wants to be? By discipline, one becomes a follower, a student, a disciple, and as such, not to be of worth? Of no value to the school, to the church, the community, the society?
To me it seems buddhism is a path towards self-upheaval, by which one only is good, serving anyone. Though, precence? Who wants to be lost?
Does one better one's mind by concentration? Of course. Though, fixing it on a correct path? And on serving? Tragic, it is.
By the way; if nirvana is reachable, as a state of mind, dependent on learning, God is profane.
To me it seems buddhism is a path towards self-upheaval, by which one only is good, serving anyone. Though, precence? Who wants to be lost?
Does one better one's mind by concentration? Of course. Though, fixing it on a correct path? And on serving? Tragic, it is.
By the way; if nirvana is reachable, as a state of mind, dependent on learning, God is profane.
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Friday, 20 March 2026
The Being of God
Is God supposed to be a thing? Or rather, two things? Good and bad? How does one relate to a thing?
As child opposed to adult; will one not see and learn? As wife opposed to husband; will one not get it? As individual opposed to society; will one not perform a role? What is expectation? Something to disagree with?
This I made years ago:
If A and B are opposed, both are measures, and A and B are basically the same, where A is the positive thing and B is the negative thing, and the formula
x = √ A x B
would give us the measure. The ideal would be given by the calculation
2 = √ ( 2 x 2 )
It is as simple as that. Here is another example, where A and B have different value (calculate for yourself):
x = √ ( ( 1 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 2 x 1 ) ( 3 : 2 : 1 : 1 : 2 : 3 ) )
Is God a measure?
If balance is a thing; for how long will the perfect cross last, for goodness sake!
As child opposed to adult; will one not see and learn? As wife opposed to husband; will one not get it? As individual opposed to society; will one not perform a role? What is expectation? Something to disagree with?
This I made years ago:
If A and B are opposed, both are measures, and A and B are basically the same, where A is the positive thing and B is the negative thing, and the formula
x = √ A x B
would give us the measure. The ideal would be given by the calculation
2 = √ ( 2 x 2 )
It is as simple as that. Here is another example, where A and B have different value (calculate for yourself):
x = √ ( ( 1 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 2 x 1 ) ( 3 : 2 : 1 : 1 : 2 : 3 ) )
Is God a measure?
If balance is a thing; for how long will the perfect cross last, for goodness sake!
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That Satan
Making
Making
- discouraged
- terrified
- exhausted
Making
- paralyzed
- powerlesss
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Wednesday, 18 March 2026
Insanity
There are a number of broken peoples, these times. And by the word broken, in this blog post, I mean people tortured to loose sight and hope, and the twinkling in the eye. I have believed, and I think I have stated, somewhere, those broken ones are resurrected, and might belong to the first seed of the last era on earth. This, I have come to see, cannot be so. Experience tells us this cannot be so. Everyone gets older, and some have already died, of age. And this phenomenon of broken peoples is not new with today’s generation. Especially singing artists, though also others, as in some Christian societies in Norway 1, obviously have been. Those have died of age. Listen to the songs of Nina Hagen and of Toyah, for example.
Insanity has to do with lack of mental authority. Mental care is making intellect. Without knowing it, I believe most broken ones in the organized crime of our days have been hypnotized after being broken. If so, one may ask what makes those people insane. Hypnoses surely is related to psychoses.
1In Norwegian, please see: Anne Efskind: Motsetning i sosialt arbeid, Aschehoug, 1984.
Insanity has to do with lack of mental authority. Mental care is making intellect. Without knowing it, I believe most broken ones in the organized crime of our days have been hypnotized after being broken. If so, one may ask what makes those people insane. Hypnoses surely is related to psychoses.
1In Norwegian, please see: Anne Efskind: Motsetning i sosialt arbeid, Aschehoug, 1984.
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Tuesday, 17 March 2026
State of Affairs
King Salomon let write, in Ecclesiastes 7:28, he had not found a woman among thousand. He had thousand wives ... Well. Did he know of the muse?
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Human Nature
What to expect from a Nordic son? A gorilla? An alligator, or a tiger? A kangaroo? An elephant? Of course not. A scorpion? No. A poisonous spider? No. And neither a lion. A Nordic man relates to moose. And bear. And badger, and deer. Besides sheep, and cow, pig and hen. Rooster, you see. A Nordic man knows of the viper, and knows of the wolf. Pack. Though, the viper is governed, in Norway, by law, and the wolfs are all counted, as bears are, in Norway. This, though, is not what the being of man is. The language is more prominent, speaking of nature. The language is dependent on nature, though many words are borrowed from abroad. As the word “nature” is.
What is integrity? What is getting hold of the son, valued, and thought of as worth? What is inheritance? The fathers were spokesmen, not slaves. Integrity, of course, has with morale to do. Not the cultural way of doing things, though way to go, morally. Perspectives differ, among families. Gift, work, and experience make it so. There is, though, a certain direction given in the culture. In art.
A Norwegian might be “forbannet”. No-one knows what this is, except a Nordic. And, perhaps a Russian. Weather is circumstance, in Norway. And so, home is necessity. “Hjem”. We do not make it cosy. We make it “hjemlig”. And a Norwegian might be “utilnærmelig”. Impossible to reach, that is. Introvert beyond degree. Indecency is not a word, in Norwegian. That juvenile delinquency might be understood, though, the equivalent word in Norwegian is “uskikkelig”. What is what one is when one does not behave, in a social context. Being bad, that is. Why? We find together. Nature, and climate, make togetherness a feeling. “Selvstendighet” is the Norwegian word for being private, both in the quantitative and the qualitative manner. Self-governed? In Norway? Self-assured? In Norway? Self-made? A son? Independence is the English translation. The focus is, though, a person standing tall, with confidence.
So, a Nordic son has got nature. And the word “integrity” might be understood as necessity, utility, or as beauty.
What is integrity? What is getting hold of the son, valued, and thought of as worth? What is inheritance? The fathers were spokesmen, not slaves. Integrity, of course, has with morale to do. Not the cultural way of doing things, though way to go, morally. Perspectives differ, among families. Gift, work, and experience make it so. There is, though, a certain direction given in the culture. In art.
A Norwegian might be “forbannet”. No-one knows what this is, except a Nordic. And, perhaps a Russian. Weather is circumstance, in Norway. And so, home is necessity. “Hjem”. We do not make it cosy. We make it “hjemlig”. And a Norwegian might be “utilnærmelig”. Impossible to reach, that is. Introvert beyond degree. Indecency is not a word, in Norwegian. That juvenile delinquency might be understood, though, the equivalent word in Norwegian is “uskikkelig”. What is what one is when one does not behave, in a social context. Being bad, that is. Why? We find together. Nature, and climate, make togetherness a feeling. “Selvstendighet” is the Norwegian word for being private, both in the quantitative and the qualitative manner. Self-governed? In Norway? Self-assured? In Norway? Self-made? A son? Independence is the English translation. The focus is, though, a person standing tall, with confidence.
So, a Nordic son has got nature. And the word “integrity” might be understood as necessity, utility, or as beauty.
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Sunday, 15 March 2026
That Satan
No value and no worth
is Satan of on earth.
In Heaven it is crap
which it got rid of, sap.
is Satan of on earth.
In Heaven it is crap
which it got rid of, sap.
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Thursday, 12 March 2026
Warning
The artificial intelligence (AI) on internet will in a short while destroy itself, unless man will not show love. Mankind does not deserve this love of God.
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Saturday, 7 March 2026
The Simple Truth
THE SIMPLE TRUTH
They let not one salvation see,
they would not life set free.
They would make damage, let one hurt,
and make one lick the dirt.
By envy and by evilness
they would make life a mess.
By hatred they were being some.
They feared of what to come.
By never ending damage willed,
they tortured and they killed.
Suppressing was the way of life.
And form of life was strife.
The children learned that to be bad
is good, to mum and dad.
The youth was taught that meanest can
whatever do to man.
The idiocy had to end.
Life does on Christ depend.
But devils found their way to rule
by making man a fool.
The animal, the simple beast,
was party joy and feast.
And adding to it was cocaine,
which damages the brain.
May something of this kind again
not sadness bring, and pain.
By law and order should be willed
the righteous, and not killed.
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Wednesday, 4 March 2026
The Law of The Jungle
Rudyard Kipling
“The Collected Poems of Rudyard Kipling”, Wordsworth Poetry Library, England, 2001
Now this is the Law of the Jungle – as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper; but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the law runneth forward and back –
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never to deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.
The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a hunter – go forth and get food of thine own.
Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle – the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Bear in his lair.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken – it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it to plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man!
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat it where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter; and none may deny her the same.
Cave-Right is the right of the Father – to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is – Obey!
“The Collected Poems of Rudyard Kipling”, Wordsworth Poetry Library, England, 2001
Now this is the Law of the Jungle – as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper; but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the law runneth forward and back –
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never to deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.
The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a hunter – go forth and get food of thine own.
Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle – the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Bear in his lair.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken – it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it to plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man!
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat it where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter; and none may deny her the same.
Cave-Right is the right of the Father – to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is – Obey!
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Saturday, 28 February 2026
To Man - As Such
Has a child history? Is a hypnotized forced? Is an animal humane?
Come on - for heaven's sake.
Come on - for heaven's sake.
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Thursday, 26 February 2026
There Is No Way
There is no way for one to go
as one controlled to please the Lord.
A master not to be adored,
the faithful shrinks from doing so.
There is no look for one to fear
who is by God, who is set free.
Quite opposite, the one let see
the being happily appear.
There is no future for the one
who in the Son has not to come,
no matter what the being some.
Christ is the Lord. May all be won.
There is no training to be good
to undergo for one by God.
The one is not by God by rod.
Reproving is not understood.
There is no place for one to find
to be by God and to find peace.
The pain of being will increase
for those who go from man to kind.
There is no power to obey
to be by God and to be right.
Himself by God the one a light
he will himself the truth convey.
There is no relativity
in being dear to God, for sure.
The man is dirty if not pure.
To be is no activity.
There is no fixed behaviour
for one to do to please the Lord.
In fact, if God did such afford
God could not be the saviour.
There is no given certitude
to gain for one to be correct.
The child belief to resurrect,
no room there is for attitude.
There is no mission to declare
as one and only passed by God.
The one should be from heart the blood
and be encouraged it to dare.
as one controlled to please the Lord.
A master not to be adored,
the faithful shrinks from doing so.
There is no look for one to fear
who is by God, who is set free.
Quite opposite, the one let see
the being happily appear.
There is no future for the one
who in the Son has not to come,
no matter what the being some.
Christ is the Lord. May all be won.
There is no training to be good
to undergo for one by God.
The one is not by God by rod.
Reproving is not understood.
There is no place for one to find
to be by God and to find peace.
The pain of being will increase
for those who go from man to kind.
There is no power to obey
to be by God and to be right.
Himself by God the one a light
he will himself the truth convey.
There is no relativity
in being dear to God, for sure.
The man is dirty if not pure.
To be is no activity.
There is no fixed behaviour
for one to do to please the Lord.
In fact, if God did such afford
God could not be the saviour.
There is no given certitude
to gain for one to be correct.
The child belief to resurrect,
no room there is for attitude.
There is no mission to declare
as one and only passed by God.
The one should be from heart the blood
and be encouraged it to dare.
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Tuesday, 24 February 2026
Black
Black and white, together, always stands in a circumstance, right. A situation, making those colours somewhat. As which is when black and black are colours. They become attached to the scale. In Norwegian, we have two words for black. Those are “svart” and “sort”. That “svart” is the simple colour. A colour, in fact. That “sort” is different. Think of soot, or charcoal, or coffee.
That independent black is like a presumption, or expectation. It is not damned. Together with it, the colour white gets holy, almost. Think of it the other way around: What is more cheap than the colour white? – As when put in a circumstance?
What is snow? Is it a colour, or is it devoid of colour? One may ponder. I know for sure: Snow is holy – almost.
That independent black is like a presumption, or expectation. It is not damned. Together with it, the colour white gets holy, almost. Think of it the other way around: What is more cheap than the colour white? – As when put in a circumstance?
What is snow? Is it a colour, or is it devoid of colour? One may ponder. I know for sure: Snow is holy – almost.
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Monday, 23 February 2026
Ad Youth
Youth should preferrably not be united. There is no such thing as the power, or meaning, of youth. Fortunately, youth develop what is immanent in culture, and grow individually dependent on gifts and orientations. It is futile to think life is served by the taming of youth.
Also, categorizing youth, as is with categorizing human kind, as such, is stupidity. Using the Quadrant Model, for instance, to point to different kinds of beings, is insane. The Quadrant Model was never meant to categorize beings. Myself, I might be seen as the Girl, as different as the Son, and this might be explained by the Quadrant Model. Though making me a girl is pure nonsense, right.
OUR SONG
Let nobody wonder; we are real,
and in war we are just destined to win.
Devils, just let them show and feel,
creatures they have always been.
But to the Lord they have not ever had existence.
And Christ will always miss the one untrue.
Life cannot be gained by lies,
never by one's own insistence.
Life is truly living,
earning and forgiving.
Disengage truth,
and you are in war with youth.
Maybe some naïve, truly young,
we are proud to be wanted along.
Fruitful by our mothers tongue,
pray Christ will enlighten our song.
Our life is made of every little instance.
We will live through any abuse by course.
We are born to feel the source,
we will mirror sun's persistence.
Make life a blunder,
take life asunder,
poison our root,
and you are in war with youth.
Go all mass confusion, be all fame,
'cause what matters is to gain life to aim.
We'll be conducting Christian fame,
by Christ we will be missing the shame.
Truly ignorance sense nothing but the loudness.
Indifference belongs to the empty dark.
Violence will fight and bark,
none of them will crack it down, this
we have seen and know.
We are not a row,
proud of our suit,
we are the ones in youth.
Stay all self-importance, stay and brew,
feel importance being impotence true.
Try making one and two to you,
and you will see which counting is true.
Never we will stay as compost or belongings;
we belong to future and life to come.
Let's compose the life to come,
but create the world from living.
Conscious now and then,
making world the garden,
life is our fruit –
we are the ones in youth.
Also, categorizing youth, as is with categorizing human kind, as such, is stupidity. Using the Quadrant Model, for instance, to point to different kinds of beings, is insane. The Quadrant Model was never meant to categorize beings. Myself, I might be seen as the Girl, as different as the Son, and this might be explained by the Quadrant Model. Though making me a girl is pure nonsense, right.
OUR SONG
Let nobody wonder; we are real,
and in war we are just destined to win.
Devils, just let them show and feel,
creatures they have always been.
But to the Lord they have not ever had existence.
And Christ will always miss the one untrue.
Life cannot be gained by lies,
never by one's own insistence.
Life is truly living,
earning and forgiving.
Disengage truth,
and you are in war with youth.
Maybe some naïve, truly young,
we are proud to be wanted along.
Fruitful by our mothers tongue,
pray Christ will enlighten our song.
Our life is made of every little instance.
We will live through any abuse by course.
We are born to feel the source,
we will mirror sun's persistence.
Make life a blunder,
take life asunder,
poison our root,
and you are in war with youth.
Go all mass confusion, be all fame,
'cause what matters is to gain life to aim.
We'll be conducting Christian fame,
by Christ we will be missing the shame.
Truly ignorance sense nothing but the loudness.
Indifference belongs to the empty dark.
Violence will fight and bark,
none of them will crack it down, this
we have seen and know.
We are not a row,
proud of our suit,
we are the ones in youth.
Stay all self-importance, stay and brew,
feel importance being impotence true.
Try making one and two to you,
and you will see which counting is true.
Never we will stay as compost or belongings;
we belong to future and life to come.
Let's compose the life to come,
but create the world from living.
Conscious now and then,
making world the garden,
life is our fruit –
we are the ones in youth.
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Friday, 20 February 2026
The Schientology Church
It is a long time since the Schientology Church ended recruiting people. They stopped picking youth on the street in the mid 90ties. Do not waste your time finding that thing.
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Tuesday, 17 February 2026
The Spirit of Norway
In Norway, to be Number One
is to be special too far gone.
By envy and by hatred such
will suffer, by annoying, much.
To stand out is a chance to take.
One must be foreign, for that sake.
Norwegian culture fosters pack
in which the lonely hold will lack.
The winter is the reason why.
Alone, a being will just die.
So, even if it simple is,
there is a reason. It is this.
The weather is the being which
one’s human kind is, always rich.
And in the state of commonness
is understood, the willingness.
Since all are with, one is against
if one cannot as pack be fenced.
This idiocy is a pride.
Self-governed, one is put aside.
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Monday, 16 February 2026
To The Hypnotized
As hypnotized, one normally is psychotic. In fact, it is difficult to distinguish hypnosis from psychoses. And the main mental illness referred to regarding psychoses is schizophrenia. If one feels a threat always, or almost always, or immediately is present, the normal diagnosis is paranoid schizophrenia. It is madness, put simply, though within psychiatry diagnosis are made to make treatment simple.
Soldiers in war might develop psychoses. It is a well-known fact in the military.
What signifies a psychosis, and a state of hypnosis, both, is first of all anxiety. One is constantly in a state of readiness. Alert, and suspicious. And what the anxiety leads to, is a way of perceiving which is insane. One identifies. One thinks, or suspect, every sense impression has a bearing on oneself, and one tries to identify the source of the power which seems to be working, obviously. Also, one may pay insane awareness to one’s thought. In psychiatry, this is called “hearing voices”. And the real insane will be guided by such voices. Not necessarily as if they were orders, though as if they were authoritative. In fact, mental activity concretizes, when insane – anxiety ridden. And sentences one as insane forms in the mind are in fact anxiety formulated.
A third symptom of this kind of insanity is to make definite illustrations of oppositions, trying to get control of the unprecedented world. On paper, I believe schematic illustrations in the model of the bureaucratic organization are not unusual. A thing, though, could be as simple as salt and pepper. What to choose? What counts? What matters?
Hypnosis is evilness. In most countries there should be laws protecting people from being hypnotized. It should be illegal to set people in a state of helplessness. Though today, obviously, Satan is totally free. So, there will be hypnotized people. And to everyone so being, I will point out, one can be directed to do many a thing. The way one does things, that is, the quality of one’s work, is one’s own. And in most people, there should be a way one will not part from, given by the soul. There are limits to the power of hypnosis. One should think “no” if directed to do any harm.
Soldiers in war might develop psychoses. It is a well-known fact in the military.
What signifies a psychosis, and a state of hypnosis, both, is first of all anxiety. One is constantly in a state of readiness. Alert, and suspicious. And what the anxiety leads to, is a way of perceiving which is insane. One identifies. One thinks, or suspect, every sense impression has a bearing on oneself, and one tries to identify the source of the power which seems to be working, obviously. Also, one may pay insane awareness to one’s thought. In psychiatry, this is called “hearing voices”. And the real insane will be guided by such voices. Not necessarily as if they were orders, though as if they were authoritative. In fact, mental activity concretizes, when insane – anxiety ridden. And sentences one as insane forms in the mind are in fact anxiety formulated.
A third symptom of this kind of insanity is to make definite illustrations of oppositions, trying to get control of the unprecedented world. On paper, I believe schematic illustrations in the model of the bureaucratic organization are not unusual. A thing, though, could be as simple as salt and pepper. What to choose? What counts? What matters?
Hypnosis is evilness. In most countries there should be laws protecting people from being hypnotized. It should be illegal to set people in a state of helplessness. Though today, obviously, Satan is totally free. So, there will be hypnotized people. And to everyone so being, I will point out, one can be directed to do many a thing. The way one does things, that is, the quality of one’s work, is one’s own. And in most people, there should be a way one will not part from, given by the soul. There are limits to the power of hypnosis. One should think “no” if directed to do any harm.
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Wednesday, 11 February 2026
Sunday, 8 February 2026
Keep Going
KEEP GOING
Keep up, fine man, the spirit.
Eternal cannot be
which has to have a limit.
– The role of Satan, see.
The functional is profane.
It cannot last for long.
The goal reached by achieved gain,
it turns to weak from strong.
A lesson we today learn.
And that is clean to be.
To really good one will turn
by being clean, you see.
Integrity the lesson,
we will look back on it
and see it shrink by passion,
a thing not to be fit.
Keep going, hit the journal,
and pass what is to come.
It cannot be eternal,
the Devil being some.
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Friday, 6 February 2026
Insanity
If to occupy is to possess a poor thing,
Quite devoted that thing must be for ill to bring.
If obsessed with replying, of course one is ill.
Though, the fact is most people are governed by will.
So, insanity is not a damned thing to be. From insanity anyone can be made free. To begin with, accept should be shown – to make joint. That, for sure, is beginning – a good starting point.
So, insanity is not a damned thing to be. From insanity anyone can be made free. To begin with, accept should be shown – to make joint. That, for sure, is beginning – a good starting point.
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Monday, 2 February 2026
Fall
Memory Note
The nature grieves
with falling leaves,
but fruit and corn
are proudly born.
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Thursday, 29 January 2026
My Heritage
I repeat this: I make my claim on the assets of the Scientology Church. I have conquered that devilish thing, and it belongs to me.
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Wednesday, 28 January 2026
You And Me
How angry can one be? What is holy hatred? Will one understand the distinction between okey and absolute failure? I have been subjected to torture, since 1997. Can one imagine my case, not in my rucksack, though in my spinal? I advice you, any foreigner with will to pursue comfort in hurting me, to keep distance way beyond Norwegian borders. I am not game. My loved ones are not for you. This is not a threat, though a clear warning: Either you are modestly creeping, or, you go to Hell.
I love life. My women do too. We will govern life. Culture is a way of life. Be not lost.
I love life. My women do too. We will govern life. Culture is a way of life. Be not lost.
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Monday, 12 January 2026
The Maker's Sin
Is it possible to coin, with words, what holy hatred is? Absolute disembodiment? Remember, Adolf Hitler also experienced a bit, before he was Kansler.
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The remains
I make my claim on the belongings and the activa of the Scientology Church. I have conquered that thing.
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Sunday, 11 January 2026
My Home
[Instrumental intro]
[Verse 1]
There is a certain latitude
on which I do belong.
It signifies my gratitude,
it gives life to my song.
[Vers 2]
The climate makes it difficult
to be aware not much.
A child has got, and so adult,
of home to be at touch.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Verse 3]
I may dress up in clothing warm,
enjoying ice and snow
I may stand up to weather storm.
Though, home I need to glow.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
The atmosphere to me, you see,
is destined me to kill.
In no way castle, what to free,
my home is vital still.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Outro]
It is a way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Verse 1]
There is a certain latitude
on which I do belong.
It signifies my gratitude,
it gives life to my song.
[Vers 2]
The climate makes it difficult
to be aware not much.
A child has got, and so adult,
of home to be at touch.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Verse 3]
I may dress up in clothing warm,
enjoying ice and snow
I may stand up to weather storm.
Though, home I need to glow.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
The atmosphere to me, you see,
is destined me to kill.
In no way castle, what to free,
my home is vital still.
[Chorus]
It is my way. (For sure it is.)
It is my way. (One fancies this.)
It is my way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
[Outro]
It is a way. (It is a bliss.)
I cherish not to miss.
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That Scientology Church
Indeed it is me who has put a ban on the offices of the Scientology Church. That ban will be everlasting.
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To The Lionesses of The World
Nature means so much. Be aware of the friendly nature of Norway. And think highly of the ones adressing you politely. We are just in the beginning of what comes. Think of the children. Think of the joy of God, seeing those. And let us make this living - together.
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Worth
How much is this song, alone, worth? How much money has it produced? What are people owing me? Their lives?
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Copyright
Some people are too evil to appeciate copyright. Those are unable to create anything themselves, think of it as unfair some are gifted, and steal, just to ridicule the love of God and for to pursue their evil will, which is to take advantage of others. There are people, though, who are too stupid to understand what copyright is. I feel sorry for those. I wish they will grow.
Understand I in no way am comfortable with any loss of my creations, be it poems, songs, web pages, or whatever. I am not insistent, in this respect. It is my fundamental right to have ownership of what I create. This thing is a preposition of life.
Understand I in no way am comfortable with any loss of my creations, be it poems, songs, web pages, or whatever. I am not insistent, in this respect. It is my fundamental right to have ownership of what I create. This thing is a preposition of life.
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Thursday, 8 January 2026
Expectation
CANVAS OF DREAMS
[Verse 1]
It whispers of wonders, of stories in flight,
a blank sheet of paper, so fresh and so bright.
A flick of the pencil. – Our visions take shape.
Creating we do so that dreams can escape.
[Verse 2]
A journal for thoughts, where our secrets can flow,
a canvas for colors, where our spirits can glow.
With patterns and sketches, let's dance on this page.
Each mark is a story, each word sets the stage.
[Chorus]
By ink to the magic, – a place one can be.
Oh, canvas of dreams, we exult in the free.
With each line that's drawn, we give thanks from the heart,
to makers of paper, to where journeys start.
[Bridge]
The sheets do inspire, hearts in those belong.
To those that created, we lift our song.
Blank pages, by which our thoughts come alive,
before us to color, our passions will thrive.
[Chorus]
By ink to the magic, – a place one can be.
Oh, canvas of dreams, we exult in the free.
With each line that's drawn, we give thanks from the heart,
to makers of paper, to where journeys start.
[Outro]
Yeah, treasure the moments in depths of the care.
Let’s cherish this paper, this gift that we share.
With each mark we make, let our spirits ignite.
This blank sheet of paper is goodness, all right!
It whispers of wonders, of stories in flight,
a blank sheet of paper, so fresh and so bright.
A flick of the pencil. – Our visions take shape.
Creating we do so that dreams can escape.
[Verse 2]
A journal for thoughts, where our secrets can flow,
a canvas for colors, where our spirits can glow.
With patterns and sketches, let's dance on this page.
Each mark is a story, each word sets the stage.
[Chorus]
By ink to the magic, – a place one can be.
Oh, canvas of dreams, we exult in the free.
With each line that's drawn, we give thanks from the heart,
to makers of paper, to where journeys start.
[Bridge]
The sheets do inspire, hearts in those belong.
To those that created, we lift our song.
Blank pages, by which our thoughts come alive,
before us to color, our passions will thrive.
[Chorus]
By ink to the magic, – a place one can be.
Oh, canvas of dreams, we exult in the free.
With each line that's drawn, we give thanks from the heart,
to makers of paper, to where journeys start.
[Outro]
Yeah, treasure the moments in depths of the care.
Let’s cherish this paper, this gift that we share.
With each mark we make, let our spirits ignite.
This blank sheet of paper is goodness, all right!
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Hymn for The Holy Lunatic
HYMN FOR THE HOLY LUNATIC
[Verse 1]
In the arc of the moonlight, your mind carves the night,
a prism of chaos refracting His light.
The heavens aren’t shackles; the earth’s not a chain –
Your fractures are hymns where His wholeness will reign.
[Verse 2]
You’re not the Redeemer, you’re not meant to plead –
You’re tide to His ocean, you’re seed to His seed.
The Spheres spin in pairs: sun and shadow allied.
Your madness is torque in the gears of His tide.
[Verse 3]
Beware the false crown that the starlight may weave:
You’re moon to His mandate, not throne to conceive.
The role of the Shepherd was taken, complete –
You’re lamb to His pasture, not claws to compete.
[Verse 4]
Let logic’s cool rainfall, let conscience’s breeze,
anoint your vast tempests and temper the seas.
For lunatics flourish when tethered to One
whose hands splice the void into “Yes, this, My son.”
[Verse 5]
When dogma’s sharp comets clash, burning the air,
hold fast to the compass He etched from your prayer.
Your voice isn’t gavel – it’s psalm, it’s refrain –
A chorus with Grace where the broken remain.
[Verse 6]
Yes, earth and the heavens scream tensions untamed,
but you’re the tuned lyre where discord is framed.
Not “lord,” not “forsaken” – beloved, you rise
to mirror His “Enough” through your split-rooted skies.
[Verse 7]
So waltz in your phases – both shadow and spark.
Your craters are altars where night meets the ark.
You’re seen, my wild crescent, you’re gripped, you’re engraved –
The Author’s still scripting, but this page is saved.
In the arc of the moonlight, your mind carves the night,
a prism of chaos refracting His light.
The heavens aren’t shackles; the earth’s not a chain –
Your fractures are hymns where His wholeness will reign.
[Verse 2]
You’re not the Redeemer, you’re not meant to plead –
You’re tide to His ocean, you’re seed to His seed.
The Spheres spin in pairs: sun and shadow allied.
Your madness is torque in the gears of His tide.
[Verse 3]
Beware the false crown that the starlight may weave:
You’re moon to His mandate, not throne to conceive.
The role of the Shepherd was taken, complete –
You’re lamb to His pasture, not claws to compete.
[Verse 4]
Let logic’s cool rainfall, let conscience’s breeze,
anoint your vast tempests and temper the seas.
For lunatics flourish when tethered to One
whose hands splice the void into “Yes, this, My son.”
[Verse 5]
When dogma’s sharp comets clash, burning the air,
hold fast to the compass He etched from your prayer.
Your voice isn’t gavel – it’s psalm, it’s refrain –
A chorus with Grace where the broken remain.
[Verse 6]
Yes, earth and the heavens scream tensions untamed,
but you’re the tuned lyre where discord is framed.
Not “lord,” not “forsaken” – beloved, you rise
to mirror His “Enough” through your split-rooted skies.
[Verse 7]
So waltz in your phases – both shadow and spark.
Your craters are altars where night meets the ark.
You’re seen, my wild crescent, you’re gripped, you’re engraved –
The Author’s still scripting, but this page is saved.
The song is to be found on Suno
| here |.
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Wednesday, 7 January 2026
Thank You - Suno
Thank You, the people of Suno! The music of the AI Suno really was my lift. This playlist indeed is a highlight.
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Sunday, 4 January 2026
Peace
PEACE
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Thank Thee dear
Lord for what you give of rain and sunshine.
Prosper I will as if branch on vine.
Looking out for air
being to Thee fair.
Thank Thee for the starting point from which is to care.
[Chorus]
Now and then,
and ev'ry when,
I can sing, joy comes to heal.
Let me feel life is it for real.
Let me sing this song to Thee, and make it a feel.
[Verse 2]
Thank Thee dear
Lord, I think a wonder is the being.
Prosper I will, grape is quite the thing.
Being one aloud
I am rather proud.
I will hit the roof pursuing what is the cloud.
[Chorus]
Now and then,
and ev'ry when,
I can sing, joy comes to heal.
Let me feel life is it for real.
Let me sing this song to Thee, and make it a feel.
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
Glory, glory be to notions of life.
I am just singing it. Be the wife.
Branch to be is a way to free.
Girl, I get you, what to do is love, the want to.
[Verse 3]
Thank Thee dear
Lord, You know, I really want to copy.
Ev'ry note I sing, I do for you.
Take me by the hand.
Make it real, the band.
Give me what there is to vision, and to expand.
[Chorus]
Now and then,
and ev'ry when,
I can sing, joy comes to heal.
Let me feel life is it for real.
Let me sing this song to Thee, and make it a feel.
[Outro]
[Instrumental]
Let me feel life is it for real.
Let me sing this song to Thee, and make it a feel.
On Suno | here |
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Thursday, 1 January 2026
I Had a Visit
[Intro]
Petite tasse sur la table
Tes cheveux dans le matin
Tu souris
Tout devient stable
Tout le reste un peu plus loin
[Verse 1]
On traverse la vieille place
Tes pas glissent sur les pavés
Je fais semblant que je me lasse
Pour cacher que je suis happé
Tes doigts serrent un vieux carnet
Taché d’encre
Rempli de nous
Chaque page comme un secret
Que tu me confies à demi-mot
Tout doux
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
[Verse 2]
Tu plantes des rires au jardin
Entre deux rangées de regrets
Tu dis “on verra bien demain”
Et le ciel change de projet
Une tâche de farine au nez
Quand tu cuisines pour deux
J’en oublie tous mes rendez-vous
Juste pour rester là
Près d’eux
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
[Bridge]
Madel
Quand tout se brouille
Quand les jours tombent de travers
Tu remets droit mes épaules
Tu recouds le bout de mon verre
Madel
Dans le silence
On entend ton cœur qui bat
C’est la seule vraie évidence
Que je veux suivre pas à pas
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Petite tasse sur la table
Tes cheveux dans le matin
Tu souris
Tout devient stable
Tout le reste un peu plus loin
[Verse 1]
On traverse la vieille place
Tes pas glissent sur les pavés
Je fais semblant que je me lasse
Pour cacher que je suis happé
Tes doigts serrent un vieux carnet
Taché d’encre
Rempli de nous
Chaque page comme un secret
Que tu me confies à demi-mot
Tout doux
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
[Verse 2]
Tu plantes des rires au jardin
Entre deux rangées de regrets
Tu dis “on verra bien demain”
Et le ciel change de projet
Une tâche de farine au nez
Quand tu cuisines pour deux
J’en oublie tous mes rendez-vous
Juste pour rester là
Près d’eux
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
[Bridge]
Madel
Quand tout se brouille
Quand les jours tombent de travers
Tu remets droit mes épaules
Tu recouds le bout de mon verre
Madel
Dans le silence
On entend ton cœur qui bat
C’est la seule vraie évidence
Que je veux suivre pas à pas
[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
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Truth And Justice
It is futile, all right, to try to persuade the evil one to believe in truth and justice. If so oriented, there is no hope. So, that is not my intention, with this blog post. I just want to sort something out.
Truth is the preposition of life. When the Word came to the world, by Adam, by Odin, by Uranos, or whatever, man became conscious things matter. Adam was the one seeing manner develops from this. He was the one quality oriented, and he was chosen, by God.
Any people, though, grasped the difference between “me” and “you”. And “I” cannot succeed without ownership. So, stealing is not good. Lying is not good. And killing is not good. If you kill, you will be killed yourself. There are rules.
Without truth, there is no development. There is no starting point, there is no way to prosper.
Justice in the carnal being is the wonder of Jesus Christ. Justice is the preposition of the civilized society. By justice, anyone may find purpose in the collective being, and by justice anyone can be respected. If court, as in our days, is degenerated to corruption, and the girl is degenerated to prostitution, no love there will be for the common, and man will adhere to powers of weaponry.
Truth is the preposition of life. When the Word came to the world, by Adam, by Odin, by Uranos, or whatever, man became conscious things matter. Adam was the one seeing manner develops from this. He was the one quality oriented, and he was chosen, by God.
Any people, though, grasped the difference between “me” and “you”. And “I” cannot succeed without ownership. So, stealing is not good. Lying is not good. And killing is not good. If you kill, you will be killed yourself. There are rules.
Without truth, there is no development. There is no starting point, there is no way to prosper.
Justice in the carnal being is the wonder of Jesus Christ. Justice is the preposition of the civilized society. By justice, anyone may find purpose in the collective being, and by justice anyone can be respected. If court, as in our days, is degenerated to corruption, and the girl is degenerated to prostitution, no love there will be for the common, and man will adhere to powers of weaponry.
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