Lunar disturbance.

A poem about your stubborn ways
to communicate on the frequencies of the brain
Telepatically intruding or supernaturally suggesting
that love is a hazard
that love is a one-way street
down which you fare for nothing but the aim
of survival
of existing
But sometimes I don't give a damn
I don't care who I am
I travel the roads of life for just a beer or a french apperitif...
Do you remember the coral reef
the mountain and the clouds and the glimpse of the sun
sitting on the ground feeling as one
Then I return from memory lane
to the real life and the label insane
Little girl you must survive
being true to life
These are the messages I communicate
while moons surf the world and give birth to the range
of feelings that so often has been described
love hatred ecstacy and the sorrow of the heart
Give yourself a new start
give yourself a heart
These moons don't explode

Bar-table song:

Brazilian singer:
"Vou quebrar esa mesa de bar
se o meu amor nao chegar"
(I will break this bar-table
if my love does not arrive)

I smoked some psychiatric medicine and started a translation from a Danish folk song from the 16th century. This is the first verse:

When darkness blinds the earth
and day fades away
this time reminds us
of the dark grave of death
Illuminate for us, sweet Jesus
at every step
to the place of the grave
and give a blissful death
...

New´Year's morning:

At 2 am I toasted for Daniella , who was not with me , as I had promised.
Actually I was too drunk to remember toasting at midnight.
Now I am waiting for the first daylight of the new year.
Let it come with glory and rays of our solar system that illuminate and start a new epoque with beauty and joy.

Sleep

I woke up a few minutes ago. I am still tired though.
Somebody posted a lot of messages in my brain while asleep.
Yeah the brain is like a computer. Some people know how to make it do stuff.
Maybe Jack the Ripper was an innocent young man remote-controlled to rape.
Maybe politicians hear voices and lose the grip of the words and just say what somebody wants them to say.
Maybe I am all alone in having this perception of what technology can do to one human.
But I assure you it is true... That remote-control of the brain exists !!!
And what can we do about it ? Nothing.
Sleeping pills they have an effect on you, that you submit yourself to voluntarily. The chemistry of sleep. So you can see it clearly now: (!!!) The same company must have the chemistry of anger, hate or violent behaviour, and this means that we maybe react without knowing it because of remote-controlling, thinking that it is natural behaviour...

Laughing Gas

As a kid one Christmas I had a toothache and the dentist had to pull out one of my teeth. He doped me with laughing gas for the operation.
These excerptions from a poem by Allen Ginsberg are descriptive:

"High on laughing gas
I've been here before
the odd vibration of
the same old universe"

"--- It began abstract and mindless nowhere
planets of thoughts have passed
it'll end where it began"

"Fate tells a big lie.
... And the big kind Dreamer
is on the nod again
God sleeps!
He's in for a big surprise
one of his dreams is going to come true
He'll get the answer too
He'll get the answer too"

Christmas:

In Denmark we celebrate Christmas the 24th. In the evening we dine and give presents. Divorced parents meet with their children and their x in the name of Jesus Christ.
Sometimes when somebody's children are married the divorced father must do with the company of nephews and Grandmother.
So Christmas actually reminds me of familiar failure. Of loneliness and pain. Of the social situations that bring people further apart...
Well most years I have celebrated Christmas with my parents even though they don't live together. And it is a riddle to me how they can do it --- if they don't love eachother then why share the festivity ?
Being friends is the concept.
So Merry Christmas to everybody, and I hope you will enjoy the eating etc...

About eggs:

Did anyone count the amount of eggs in a woman ??????

The shrink was a lying monster. He claimed that the medicine would take away the voices in my head. I couldn't concentrate at all. I didn't believe him, but my mother did. So that is why I am fucked up now .
I woke up this morning at 6.30 am to the same mental rape that is my reality. I drink some coffee. I listen to some music...
"To look around us and to die"...
There is no cure in this world, and there is no life after this one.
I am dead before I must die. Or is it a phase ???
Do you believe in phases ?
I conclude that the shrink messes with my spirituality. That the scenery of the world must be seen. That the feelings we have must be digested.
And meanwhile God's creatures keep doing what they have been doing until now in their own sweet way...

Halflearned creatures don't gather to learn. They gather to live. For the sake of it ; another beer or cigarette. Then in the night they have their pills. The operator has come to believe it is for security, for feeling secure, but it is not. It is submission to the big God of medicine...