Archive | March, 2012

Asked and answered.

19 Mar

Why in democratic country’s do we have to pick a side, and then spend untold amounts of money and energy squabbling against each other??

Because we can´t have a neutral dictatorship. We need more than one “moderate” voice saying “sure we can do both“. For a democracy to work we need left and right voices, but they need to be fair and balanced. There should be less “special interest” voices, “constructed problem” debates and fights based on lies, redefined deconstructed terms and issues. We can´t think clear anymore, because there is only one great monotonous voice, and a low chocked gurgle of “dark men”.

Blog 2.0 - The best conversations I have had is with myself, a bottle of wine and some toilet paper. For you know, when I get emotional.

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Poem about beautiful strong independent women

8 Mar

(Blog update: 10´o March 2012: Here I read the poem

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It´s 8th of march. The day we all celebrate the fairer sex.

Women.

They are great! They truly are great. Amazing. Smart. Empathic. Beautiful. Intelligent. Funny. Trustworthy. The adjectives to describe them know no limits. All of them, positively charged with pureness. Fun Fact; If women ruled the world there would be no wars. No poverty. No rape, violence or injustice of any kind. Although history was written by men, and therefor a lie, like Shakespeare´s sister would have told you; there could have been many a great female philosopher, scientist, artist, state leader that would surpass any male if these brilliant pure creatures could just have gotten a chance. Except for, you know, Thatcher. THAT BITCH! She was a cruel, vicious person so she doesn´t count.

The point is:
Women, they are truly the best. And on this day of the woman, we need to celebrate them. But how? How can we bow ourselves into the dust enough to show the right appreciation for these superior beings, of almost Godlike powers of insight? In what way can men bow down on our knees in awe?

Here´s a poem I wrote for this great day.

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Flock of crows.

“Free me”, she screams in his face.
“No more.
No more a moore.
I am a river.
I flow.
I live and give

Life.
Not a decaying swamp for men to explore.
But a passion.
Like champagne.
Like a flock of crows.”

Beyond.
She leaves him.
Leaves!
Foliage
Fall, autumn.
Love was lost.
Was never there.
She is free.
Like a rhythm box.

No man deserves a woman´s love.
No man has been that cruel.

A life saved.
Freedom.
Strong.
Like a flock of crows.
They fly away so easily.
They are free,
never are we.
Never have been,
never will be.

A flock of crows,
She was everything.
Now she´s nothing.
Soon will I too,
become the victim of…

Myself and
A flock of crows.

Evil spawned.
Primeval
Prime Evil.
She needed to be free.
Love lost, remember?

Freedom
Bye, bye.
Fly, fly.

Silence and
A flock of crows.

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Blog 2.0 - Everyday spent with women, hate of them will grow, more and more.


PS: You must not know about me!

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