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an april spring tuesday

I stood in the bedroom

folding laundry on the bed

staring off

out the bedroom window

out over the balcony

the paved pathway

cutting through the still barren trees

the woods

it was the apartment in sweden

I thought about the traded view

the apartment in norway

the balcony there

out over the rooftops of wooden houses

the street of lokkeveien

out to the fjord sea waters

two different scenes

still - all mother nature

New England Memories

non-existent

new england memories

I was born there

but raised in the south

now I live in norway

a small seaside village -

son

...

son reminds me

of those memories

I never knew



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lost days

almost two months

gone by

the days

and nights bleed together,

pass by quickly

late nights -

exhausted,

the sound

of snoring

lay awake

with thoughts

no work found

only those dreams

vivid, strange,

haunting

the streets

and sidewalks are wet

with melting snow

slush

dirty

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second half of january

and on into february

thinking back, remembering

reminiscent

of four year old memories

winter in a foreign land

the hunt -

search for work

needing a job

hitting the streets,

pounding the pavement

once again

walking cold windy

dirty slush, snowy

ice and wet city streets

all with no luck

so far

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on those days

when I take the bus

to work

from son

through hølen

to vestby

the best

travelling musique

through the headphones

for the ears to hear

waylon jennings

or

the soundtrack to almost famous

Autumn (The Same Old Bullshit, Never Ending) Pt.II

autumn

another word to call it -

Fall

the Fall

yes, the Fall

falling apart

everything

when things fall apart

not the fourth album

from the Roots

yet my life

...

the weather

these weeks

gray, overcast and foggy

like my mind

fitting the mood

drowning in thoughts,

stress and anxiety

gone -

far too lost

loss of time

time -

slipping away fast

life wasting away

wasting away the Gods

given creative talents

into nothing

Autumn (The Same Old Bullshit, Never Ending)

the Fall

thirty-one days

four and a half weeks

a month

the days just seem

to bleed together now

time is passing by fast

nothing

is really happening

boring times

it's been

all the same

old routine

stuck

in second gear

thinking, thinking,

and re-thinking

writing, writing,

and re-writing

a month's worth

of thoughts

twenty-seven and a half pages

it all seems

useless,

pointless

stress, worry,

anxiety, and sickness

life -

it feels

like it's all

piling on at once

too much

to take on.

one birthday gone by

and another to come

the ending

of thirties

passing a four year anniversary

ending of a job

weeks of

cold, dreary overcast,

fog, and rain

the early days

of darkness

are coming now

with only

a weekend holiday

to Vilnius

to look forward to.