a nightly pastime exercise:
NIRVANA MOOD
I felt that I was all alone
without breath, without words,
invisible and immobile
The extinct life
had freed my fears forever
Nothing more.
SALOMONIAN REFLECTION
Young and shy
Wondering why
Feeling high
after a hug
after a kiss
by the beloved.
Feeling brave enough
to believe in love forever.
Old and shy
Wondering why
Feeling high
after a hug,
after a kiss
by anyone nice.
Too few will try.
SINGLE PARENT'S BLUES
Lucky folks who get along, for you is not this song.
Blessed is the child of yours, with parents he adores.
Happy childhood is a must, when they can further trust.
... sweet dreams, my child...
Unwillingly divorced,
your life is hard,
at most a greeting card.
Lonely days ahead, indeed, deprived of what you need.
Satisfied with half you grow and learn what must be true:
With expenses life is tough, single income not enough.
...sweet dreams, my child...
My wages seldom cover needs, we must adjust to weeds.
When I asked for somewhat more, reply was 'money whore'
First accusing me of greed, proposing you might need
better care from wealthy force than poor parent's source.
...sweet dreams, my child...
I'll never beg again, be sure,
oh son, make me stay sane.
Simple rejection with a 'no', is what we will always know.
Loyal children cease to pray and live in sheer dismay
watching aging parent bleed through other parent's greed
... sweet dreams, my child...
Weaker by the years the cries for help turn children wise,
silently storing their contempt.
One day the adult son will claim: 'I do recall my mess:
An egoistic fool you were, withholding all your wealth.
Other parent made me bold, while you just made me cold.'
... sweet dreams, my child...
'Filled with your proud bragging,
though in pain I was sagging,
postcards bore your boasting lines.
Could you conclude my signs?
Signs of silence through protest,
must ignore you at my best.
Not impressed, I learnt to face
glimpses of your wealthy race.'
... sweet dreams, my child...
'Never will you comfort me,
'cause I despise your spree.
Needs of yours were holy land but mine were worthless sand.
Watching how you spent your wealth
became my world of health.
Now I see why you were
such a greedy type, far from me.'
... sweet dreams, my child...
'Both your parents shared the joy of raising a happy boy.
But I keep walking on my own, I'm proud to say 'farewell' alone.'
... sweet dreams, my child...
WAKENING UP
I slept in peace
and wanted more than ever
to stay there in my dream:
My land was ruled by wizards
and everyone fulfilled
the daily duties and joyful tasks
All of us were trained
to love with empathy each pass
and master every burden
Every child was genial
and parents' governed gift,
subject to maximal care
After basic schooling
teenagers were free to mate
and proudly breed their offspring
These families were given means
by state decree in order to enjoy
the luxury of parenthood
When their youngest child turned six
the parents were paid to get
advanced education for five years
Then all the parents become involved
at work and civil caring duties
leading to further prosperity
Their children wisely grew up,
prepared to master every challenge
from youth to future adulthood
The nation's productivity
was globally at peak,
due to the allocation rules
The costs for food, medical care
and social welfare everywhere
were covered by fair taxes
Happily paid by every citizen
thanks to a loyal attitude
based on common sense
And therefore crimes were rare
and punishment replaced
by special caring processes
Everybody thrived on creativity
and culture bloomed
with music, art and dance
We spent our free time wisely,
developing talented tricks
to please ourselves
How sad we had to leave
this paradise on Earth
returning to our poor reality
where greed and hatred dwell
along with aching dreamers
and praying sufferers enslaved
FOOL'S NIGHTMARE
For centuries these humans
were our guinea pigs.
They never grasped
how we induced vibrations.
They called it inspiration,
talent or intelligence,
completely unaware.
They were such simple spirits
with destruction on their mind
unwilling to improve.
Not listening to their prophets
or to the warning words,
they killed for profit purpose.
We were so sad in silence.
Meanwhile our own existence
evolved towards more abilities.
We settled for a final try
to stop their want of wars.
They appointed me in charge of full responsibility ?
no questions asked.
Condition number one ?
no more deaths in war.
Finding solution to this request
meant cloning all my mind
sending vibes to every wife
of earth's most hated men
from east to west.
The men were humbly stunned.
Suddenly, their women shone
with beauty never seen.
In every corner love was made
and pregnant women soon gave birth
and fathers showed delight.
Out of their pride and gratitude
fertility consumed their time
and mothers urged their men
'make love not war',
'I want our child to live in peace
and I want many more'
Globally the change took place
when men of power felt no fear.
Citizens' appeals wove links
between the ex-war leaders.
Their children bonded in between,
in spite of race, religion and belief.
My mission was superfluous
the day the leaders' children took vows to wed their kins
and global peace prevailed.
We keep on watching our guinea pigs
without anxiety.
The humans now dwell together
honouring their little planet's nature
by respect for every creature.
Their prophets' joy in heaven
are vibes enough for me.
But I woke up in tears
discovering my dream
must be a human fool's nightmare.
GAMBLER'S CHRISTMAS DECK
I had thirteen reasons to play the solitaire
in utmost sole despair:
old, poor, outworn, sad
aching, sick, destroyed
grieving, raging, bad,
slaving, worthless, devoid
Yet by cheat I won this solitaire
and hurled in joy the empty phrase
of 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' everywhere
to any sturdy jack and clever ace!
And thus my shabby poker face
was fit to match the holiday race
MY SWEDISH POETRY
