tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155956868491236682011-04-21T18:54:34.123-07:00Her legger jeg ut dikt jeg har skrevet.Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-44245981038627015902008-02-05T07:03:00.001-08:002008-02-05T07:03:53.373-08:00Mildere varere snillere<br />Farligere råere villere<br />Det første hos deg<br />Det neste i møte med dem som ikke vil oppdage<br />Hvem jeg er<br />Uten at de har en<br />Pisol mot tinningen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-4424598103862701590?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-88877164313085129442008-01-24T14:46:00.000-08:002008-01-24T14:47:48.193-08:00Why not embrace what is most difficult<br />And somehow make it easy<br />The biblical paradox principle<br />Is alive in you<br />In the world<br /><br />The seed must die to live<br />You must receive to give<br />The high must come down<br />The pauper will wear the crown<br /><br />Love those who hate<br />Doubt those with utmost faith<br /><br />Are choices daunting<br />Make them quick and light<br />Is your heart calling<br />Stay when your limbs crave flight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-8887716431308512944?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-10339889716224579732008-01-15T05:12:00.000-08:002008-01-15T05:16:40.950-08:00Jeg ligger midt ute på sjøen<br />med utstrakte armer<br />og ser opp på en gull-blank skjorteknapp<br />midt i himmelens lyseblå vest<br />nypusset til kalas<br /><br />med armene utstrakt<br />leggene lett sprellende<br />og tenker på deg<br /><br />I'm watching the scenery<br />the greenery<br /><br />mamma inne på bredden med hvitbremmet solhatt<br />og eple-juice, fersken, bok<br />koser seg<br />men litt bekymret<br />over at jeg faktisk gjør det hun foreslo<br />det hun hadde lyst til<br />men ikke turde<br /><br />svømme til andre siden<br />det er lengre enn det ser ut til<br />men jeg er en handlingens mann<br /><br />det bærer i vei<br />jeg er ingen mestersvømmer<br />men det går på et vis<br />fjorden er deilig rolig stille<br />bortsett fra sjøflyet som lander rett foran nesa mi<br />og båten som kjører rett forbi<br />jeg vinker<br />mor til sønn: han svømmer, han er gæern<br /><br />jeg har hørt at det skal være behagelig å drukne på sjøen<br />altså en behagelig måte å dø på<br />i forhold til andre vis<br />slike ting er relative<br />en liten trøst når jeg synes det er litt for langt igjen<br />våger ikke tenke på tilbakeveien<br /><br />men jeg kan jo ikke dø ennå<br />du skal komme<br />da vil jeg være der<br />for å møte deg<br />derfor flyter og plasker jeg meg videre<br />en av de deiligste dagene noensinne<br />i sommer-Norge<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-1033988971622457973?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-41922571592158228992008-01-07T02:10:00.001-08:002008-01-07T02:12:55.125-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">If you're emotionally stilted<br />you set yourself up to become stunted<br />Unless you are very good on stilts<br />You might have to pulls some stunts</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-4192257159215822899?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-22243796523121786912008-01-07T02:06:00.000-08:002008-01-07T02:13:20.308-08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Quarantine my love</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">in a bottle </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">a dark room </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">with sparkling walls</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">crouching stalls </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">to bang my head against</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">quarantine, my love</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">is a state of mind</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">numbminded after shockshelled</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">set aside </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">for no use</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">waiting </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">is the essence of living</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">quarantine my love</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I can not bear this </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">present distance</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-2224379652312178691?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas Kristiansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10328069180792482444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015595686849123668.post-32966155721111144532008-01-02T16:03:00.000-08:002008-01-07T02:13:41.463-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">I exist to perceive the other<br />As a different yet strangely<br />familiar being<br />I exist to make the impossible believable<br />a longing to become<br />one with another I<br />mesh<br />blend<br />understand<br />share<br />I exist for that purpose<br />to go beyond the<br />me myself<br />and<br />stand eye to I with someone else<br />bodysoul<br />but there is more<br />if I so choose<br /><br />I can be invaded<br />by the creator<br />I AM<br />and shine eternally</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015595686849123668-3296615572111114453?l=diktjegskrivermedbokstaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreas 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