Low pressure

The air is very still today

low atmospheric pressure

my cigarette smoke just hangs in there

in an all-enveloping damp

Three bats are dozing 

In their silver silk jackets

A perfect geostrophic balance

Low grey clouds

Nature is waiting

for an anomaly

perhaps an arctic oscillation

- or nothing

I want to fly

I want to fly

soar over the rooftops

find a new perspective

this pain

feeds my wings

I'm skydiving

- cannonballing!

Soon landing in a safe place.

Angels cry

When you follow your lust 

you waste precious

beautiful stardust

and the angels cry.

When you launch your missiles
those nasty, heat seeking missiles

the angels cry.

Do you still want to pretend to try 

and blindly trust your stupid alibi?

You say my smile lights up the world

how come i'm now in pain - tightly curled

and again

the angels cry.

Skyrockets, skyrockets

those fucking satellites

bring along power failures

Skyrockets, skyrockets

more fucking satellites

bring along pipe leakages

Stop acting out

because this is what my stardust-covered, beautiful angels cry about.

Skeletons

Skeletons in the closet

- what a stupid cliché.

I didn’t put them there.

But they rattle

Disturbing.

I close my ears and ignore them for now.

I am a civilized female

I cook healthy food for my family

And set the table nicely.

But that sound

is disturbing.

It’s going to wake up that medieval witch.

I keep her down

I force her in a burka

And add double earplugs.

We battle.

Autumn poem

The sound of a lonely crow

a house bat making his last few rounds

Left-over clouds turning red

it is Autumn

Freed from the burden of eternal happiness

I can rest

and grow

Maybe I’m a Moomin

and I should fill my tummy with needles of pine,

and go to sleep

A deep dreamless sleep 

Oblivious to red burning meadows

only wake up to the returning swallows

A lake

Swedish version (original)

Sweet water, tranquil

home of pike and perch

and eager leeches.

Seaweed, growing from decaying ground.

Seductive soft stones caressing soles of small feet

hungry clay that won’t let go.

Musty, gloomy gray

turns into a glittering sky-blue

full of hope.

A budding teenager

hiding mysteries, misery and disaster.

Bright pink water lily

shines through thin bars of reed.

The reed: Adult life grilles

The water lily: the potential

-hidden in everyday life.

The everyday life of a common lake;

Reflect the sun, reflect the moon

Receive and let moulder

Hide it all, store it all.

Always keep up a bright surface.

The sea

Swedish version (original)

Alone on the beach

standing in sea water

home of life’s origin.

Synchronizing with the frequency of the waves

relaxed alpha deepens into meditative theta.

Sun-warm water smooth on skin

the same water grinds granite

with tireless energy.

Sanctuary for nanoplankton and blue whales

calm, flat agitated to tsunami

the sea has many faces

and the same salt content as human tears.

Ingress poem

lose attack retreat

sore feet

and an empty charger fleet

past chaos future harmony

the allschwiler gnomey 

is my new homie

simple truth breathe nature

everything is green

but blue on my screen

nature pure defend

here my journey may end

next to real frogs

and old mossy logs

data connection failed

I'm an under-cover agent veiled

enveloped in exotic matter

by antimatter battered

journey inside improve soul

I have achieved my goal

Aspergillus beneath 

Amanita muscaria around

nurtured feet

my homie will never be found

all XM liberate

the natural shapes are deliberate

like Calocera viscosa, portal shaped

or Stemonitis fusca, an explosion escaped

muggles all over the place

speed bonus not worth to chase

Mother's Day poem

There is no such thing as the perfect mother

because every mother is unique

and so is the child who made the mother.

Motherhood is a journey, some say it's a bumpy ride

during this  journey the child is raising and molding the mother 

in the meantime, the environment and chance circumstances are molding the child.

Travel well, Mother!

there is no end-station.

Try to lead by example,

but don't strive for perfection.

Learn to say "I'm sorry"

and never be afraid to show your weakness

because your child already knows that you are weak

So all you need to do is to show your child it is okay 

to be weak, vulnerable and small

Your job is to  clean up the mess afterwards, 

including making up lies and excuses for teachers and authorities

but also letting the child take hits and hurts.

Mother: Trust that the child is hard-wired for struggle and fight

Mother: Grow too, and eventually let go

Then you and your child can fight side by side.

For a better world.

And a future of peace.

Know this, Mother: Your child will grow up without you

Your child will turn into a unique human being 

-as if by magic-

and without any input from you.

Take this as a relief.

And enjoy the time you have together.

Balancing

svensk version

balancing

balancing between self improvement and self acceptance 

searching peace by trying to belittle the ego

going from achievement to achievement, 

but realizing it's as fragile as a tower of lego.

the darkness never leaves -it's always near

and it's a pulling kind, with promises of bliss within

it is seducing, urging me to jump and dive in

assuring it will bring an end to my fear.

balancing 

to stay in the light

the darkness grows towards the night

in the morning hours it's at its strongest

and those morning hours are the longest.

off the alarm clock goes

an angel in disguise

a life saving device

it's a new day -and the balancing act may recommence.