Words

Splendid

What if the best has already been,
what if the state I find myself in
is already taken
future forsaken?

What if my dreams get dull on the way
driving from now to then on delay
reality boring;
I go exploring.

Digging new dreams,
making new schemes,
figuring out all that ever might be,
purging my plans,
learning to dance
to the rhythm of a brand new song.

Perhaps a closure comes with a chance
birthing more space for spondant romance
I’m gonna take it,
shout till I make it.

Digging new dreams...

Hoping one day to see
a splendid reality.

In the hands of strangers

I shake the hands of strangers
in an unwelcoming room.
Red stains on his trousers,
she asks me about my name.

Machines,
computers,
curtains
a place to open up
to strangers.

Young man, have I seen you before
why do you act so insecure?
I sit and answer his questions
she closes the door.

Machines,
computers,
curtains
a place to open up
to strangers.

Did I do something wrong?
I’m partly naked now.
I find a focal point in the ceiling,
uncontrollably trembling.

:,:Search my insides as I shake
take my blood and make me pay
I’m going lower and lower and lower.:,:

She asks for my gold
I obey.
Greeted by another one,
she says I should mind the cold.

Did you understand what they said?
- she asks as she’s tying my upper arm.
I find a focal point on the wall
as the needle goes deep down.

:,:Search my insides as I shake
take my blood and make me pay
I’m going lower and lower and lower.:,:

Machines,
computers,
curtains
a place to open up
to strangers.

All of a sudden

All of a sudden
the moon stops dancing
a star appears in the dark
shining brighter by each day
dancing around my heart

All of a sudden
the night becomes a day
and the days dance for weeks
to the bright song
of improvised oceans
full of life and laughter

:,: Let me love you
let me love you little star :,:

Wonderful winter
when flowers strangely blossom
in the wild blue yonder

:,:Let me love you
Let me love you little star:,:

Gravity is breaking
but the breaking news of storm
steal the thought of you for a moment
as I search for hope again
the moon pulls hard
and the waves take me down

:,:Let me love you
Let me love you little star:,:

A bathroom gained

My hair is becoming a white flag
surrendered to the victory of time
like little children it cannot be tamed
I sure am proud of mine.

A house full of laughter and mess
of times spent mending your accidents.
Frustrations you had, I tried to keep calm
and teach you: all things can be fixed.

They say a daughter gone
is a bathroom gained
that you will stop running into work too late
but I’d gladly brush my teeth in the kitchen sink

I remember when time stood still,
the peace of your little face
of checking your breathing when noone could see
staring at you sleeping.

They say a daughter gone
is a bathroom gained
that you will stop running into work too late
but I’d gladly brush my teeth in the kitchen sink

Somehow everything grows so big
the sofa, the table, the house
your growthmarks so small documented on walls
- it was only yesterday.

:,:They say a daughter gone
is a bathroom gained
that you will stop running into work too late
but I’d gladly brush my teeth in the kitchen sink:,:

Woman

As I sit
listening
my eyes are blinded
by the sun

And I let my hair loose
in the middle of the day
while the faces turn
to judgement

I know I don’t belong
in this field of fortune lovers
but I’ll stick around
for a while

You speak to me
out of the blue
like a man to man
a man to a worthless woman

You unravel my thoughts
my ugliest memories
those suffocating clothes
I got used to

Your voice is a safe place
in this whirlwind they call life
you talk to me like
I’ll understand

I’ve straightened my back
my clothes have gotten cleaner
and I’ve lost a sense
of who I am

The world is in colour
I can even love myself
being faced with love
itself

Beauty springs from nothing
from these faces I detested
and I seem to forget
how to hate

You speak to me
straight to my face
like a man to man
a man to a woman

I speak to you
straight to your face
like a man to man
a woman to a man

Window wipers

My fingers are too familiar with the act of wiping tears,
like a baker’s hand twists the dough,
like the potter’s hand runs the wheel,
like the fingers of a knitting mother
know their dance
so I wipe my tears
so I wipe my tears
again
and again
and again

Symphony of raindrops

all-encompassing
stereo streams
drenching my ears and all

hypnotizing circles
in poddle drums
of all sounds and sizes
orchestra of unending instruments
soothing my soul
this beautiful Monday morning

Agndofa

Glimmer á himnum
stari upp í stjörnufjöld
himingeimsins hnoss.

Haust

Brakandi lauf og lopi á tám
ljúft er að vera til.
Fegurð í sífellu fýkur af trjám;
fjúkandi sjónarspil.

Vetrarkvöld

Steig ofan í bráðnandi fönnina
og fann skóinn blotna bitursætt í gegn.
Hefði viljað hita mér við arineld og ást
en við þá hugsun varð kuldinn ekki lengur
nístandi
heldur þiðnaði hjarta mitt
eitt augnablik
á meðan ég hugsaði til þín.

Vor

Fuglanna tungu tal
svo tilkomumikið hjal!
Syngjandi skilur sál
söngfugla tungumál.

Óskhyggja að sumri

Vildi að hugur minn væri eins skýr og útlínur
Esjunnar er hún lýsist upp að aftan svo
sólargeislarnir skera fjallstoppana vel og
vandlega, vildi að hugur minn væri eins hreinn
og ómengaður og sumarloft að loknum
rigningarskúri að kveldi.

Götulistaverk

Það glampar á glitský í pollum.
himna sull á malbiki
og nú heyri ég kassatístið úr Melabúðinni
fuglasöng síðdegisins.

Vöknuð

Ég lifi með hálf lokuð augu
það er ekki fyrr en birkið fer að
bruma
svo anganin fyllir vit og vonir
fuglarnir syngja inn
sumar
og túlípanar opnast
að augu mín opnast upp á gátt
fyrir lífinu sem ég lifði bara hálfpartinn.

Bý til kaffi

Stundum
þegar manni finnst allt snúast
í hringi
enginn fastur punktur
engin stefna
er maður bara espressokanna
sem er verið að skrúfa saman
hring
eftir
hring
svo það sé hægt að gera kaffi.