Mixed English poems – by Lasse Efskind –
Dreams run deep in Africa
as were they mixed with dark matter
They lift up the roof of time
to set free all dwelling dimensions
Dreaming then takes you
deeper and deeper down
to a new sunshine,
to the spirit of Africa
the spirit of Africa
- the dreams go deeper and deeper in Africa –
- the dreams are deep in Africa –
- deeper and deeper and deeper … –
The path to enlightenment starts/ by putting my head in my heart/ The united universe of my brain and blood is giving/ the energy making all for me living/ The enlightenment of being alive, thou small/ holds in its hand the path from nothing to all.
- Life is a catch and release/ it´s a storm and calm breeze/ Love is a living thing/ it may cry and sing.
- Different ages and different soles/ gives to my life a leisure/ Can it be captured as a hole/ in the art of my pleasure?
- If you kill it you have to eat/ but I am not hungry now/ My ambition in life meet/ my brain and stomachs love.
- Killing an apple or animal/ makes no big difference I think/ All living are honoured a life/ but facing digestion to stink.
- To be on the spot/ he was not/ To be in life/ that was his wife.
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The forest stands green, the ocean lies blue/ My love one/ lend your head to my shoulder/ don’t feel too much pride/ I see in your eyes/ that its true (you aren’t bolder)/ you have cried/
Come with me/ where no one has been/ and were thoughts are new/ The forest stands green, the ocean lies blue. The forest stands green, the ocean lies blue.
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I am thinking of your eyes
They are the shining surface
of a beautiful mind
I am longing for your body
close to mine as well
thou I so alone here dwell
It is only one of your kind
The Africans meet life to fight
with a crystal-clear coloured mind
even giving dark matter light
The shame is on us acting blind
The Africans meet death
with spirits of power
Their ancestors love and sweat
guide them through timeless cower
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The people of Cuba
follow the path of Fidel
a path that is stoned and steep
but still pointing a promising way.
So, they struggle, dance and dream
they face the world each day
with sun and rain,
they smile and laugh and entertain,
but much like the crying clown.
We westerners still in better shape
also meet life with fights that never ends,
in battles and barricades for rights
in the magic of markets for making.
And, we are all
facing the money conquistadors
that takes more and more and more.
In art style but not for bread we say:
less is more, less is more …
Indeed, in the long march for life
in the daily battle for bread
we all are comrades in arms.
In the long march for life
we all are comrades in arms.
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There is no ghost
in the machine of mine
When it stops, it’s all done
and that’s fine.
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It’s a tiny edge
between good and evil
between cruel and kind
Like a surgical blade
it cuts my sole and mind
But the blade holders’ hand, I know
is like flowers leaves and roots
that take its force from
high above and deep below.
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How can I prove
that I love you
threw light, darkness, ambiguity
How can I know I reach you
through this hard heartless fight
I looked at myself from all sides now
from glamour and a grim smile site
From far above and deep below
From morning glow to endless night
Above all this your shining eyes
gives me the hunger for to be
to look at you is getting vice
but how
can I concur you to see
what I feel for sure
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Trying to be together, to go forward and to share what we have of love – hasn’t that always been the big challenge – and in so many ways.
The only way is together
The only way is forward
The only way is love
Like it or not, but go together
Like it or not, go forward
Like it or not, make love
So, follow the lead together
Follow the lead forward
Follow the lead of love
We will wait for you
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The sun in Africa
Invites us all up and in
and spread her energy
to people, to stand tall and fight
The sun shines also from within.
Together in the sharp light
one hold hands and hope
that the force of living shall win.
Children run and laugh
men and woman sing
Each day is a new fight.
This is the spirit of Africa
from the sun and from within
But in the darkness of Africa
dreams flow deep
as were they mixed with dark matter
They lift up the roof of time
to set free all dwelling dimensions
They lift up the roof of time
to set free all dwelling dimensions
Even in the dark nights of Africa
millions of minds and eyes
light up as small candles
facing the stars
binding together distant memories
of when man became mankind
when man became mankind
Dreaming then takes you far down
by a magic force within
deeper and darker down
to a new sunshine,
a new sunshine …
to the core of the human race
people standing tall in the sunray wind
blowing from the sea of space
blowing from the sea of space
Yes, that’s the African goal
uniting the dark and shining site
reaching the crib of the human sole
gaining new spirit to fight
and at the end – winning it all
standing tall
in the sun from above and within
at the end – winning it all, standing tall
in the sun from above and within
(that’s my African dream that shine
magic forces … new sunray wind
from space from mind
high above and deep within
from high above and deep within)
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At last we know, the pandemic
it’s impossible to control
it’s an endless flow
and their tools of torture
are their secret winning ball
Praise the lord in heavens dome:
up here it’s always plenty room
Demanding life fulltime or more
and wanting a rose garden swift
that’s your demanding core
but, after all, life’s a wonder and gift
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How can I prove that I love you
threw deep darkness,
threw ambiguity, threw bright light
How can I know that I reached you
through this hard heartless fight?
I look at myself from all sides now
from glamour and a grim smile site
From far above and deep below
From morning glow to endless night
Then I knew, I reached you
through your shining eyes
They give me the hunger to be
Just to look at you is getting vice
but you run again, try to hide …
How can I concur you to see
what I feel for sure deep inside.
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I am thinking of your eyes
They are the shining surface
of a beautiful mind
I am longing for your body
close to mine as well
thou I so alone here dwell
It is only one of your kind
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to be on the spot/ he was not/ To be in life/ that was his wife.
*
The path to enlightenment starts/ by putting my head in my heart/ The united universe of my brain and blood is giving/ the energy making all for me living/ The enlightenment of being alive, thou small/ holds in its hand the path from nothing to all.