A mind of one's own

Disorganized completely

in my brain's cells

something slowly disappear

without the water's well

a horizon of clear

imminent waves

the hunger's need

just calmly here disarrays

to lovingly feed

the slow burning sweetly

of mindless words 

no deeds - absurd

(I just couldn't not put it together)

Dog desire

I'd  love a dog in my life

but my life is not dog rife

it is not even remotely so

but I still want another go

Think of the dog - yes sure

but a dog is such an allure

of friendship and of love

anything else pales above

will I succumb to my want  

or by.a pug always  haunt'd?

 

-ismen det er også os

Kølige ismers tid 

er  højst bortgangne 

nu er det en funk

-lende dragende tid

og ismerne lever

forsat  - et dunk

flere på grund af

et ovenud væld: en

cyper/mørkepunk

formel drage-søgende

fanatiker der hæger

som en augustinermunk

med sin inderste

celle i troen på

en forvorpen halunk.

(Titlen Midt i en isme tid af Peter P Rohde

kom pludseligt frem på nethinden) 

En regardant des émeutes sur un écran

Dès qu’on accepte la violence 

Et on dise absolument rien

On reste partout participant

Du fait en coopération 

Dès qu’on fasse rien sur des crimes 

Contre quelqu’un n’importe 

On sait bien qu’on est coupable 

Des non-commission vives

Dès qu’on coopère avec le mal

Le spectateur sans le vouloir 

Est un malin ‘sans portefeuille ´

On est tous des anti-samaritains

Une semaine

 Lundi - rien

Mardi - quoi

Mercredi- hein

Jeudi - foutre-moi

Vendredi - le menage leger 

Samedi - encore rien

Dimanche - le spleen complète 

Odd year out

To have no control is to give up

maybe 

to let yourself go to see what's up

ahem

to glide along life without mirth

ach ja

to float around the puddle of mud

ah non

that is not my innate style anymore

sans doute

this is why I get upset all along

enfin

these reasons of relinquishing reign

shush

those oddball proud prejudices

alas

tell of lies and loathing of self

wass?

tinker the mellowing mind's ego

nah so

therefore life cannot be fulfilled

aber

then sways away with dark fail 

Detox hymn

Pass the port - not

a way to go on detox

on a January dreary day

much to my own dismay

but I have got to stop

enough is enough