This weeks piano and poetry video discuss an important development in how we interact. How we measure and pressure ourselves in social media, to save time during our daily routines in a more and more dehumanized society in the west. We loose more and more contact with our friends and family, due to life´s increasing presence, and has found a middle way through social media, to stay in touch with our close ones. We focus more and more on showing the people we love, that we are doing alright, and that everythiong is going to be fine. The problem arise when it is not, the human contact, the need of speaking, comfort and actually human touch cannot be replaced by a facebook like, or a RT on twitter, but we try to find the outlet anyhow, but there is no replies in the echoes.
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Just posted my guts out
I wish I could have seen your face when you read it.
I remember how it blossomed back in the days when we actually talked
You would pass me as serenade like reply, sung from your lungs
And I could really feel it when you liked it
And when you hated something I said
I felt it even harder.
Now
I look at this empty field
Feeling the urge to see you
But we don’t do that anymore
Time has eaten up and consumed every precious moment we had, and will have.
I look at this empty field
And thank you for at least not pushing like , just to show me that you are there.
I miss that honesty in my life
Sitting here waiting for hearts and dislikes
I might as well feel ashamed
that I didn’t see my family this year
To busy to pick up anything
But at least they have my pictures
My perfectly shaped pictures
A summary of how happy I am.
At least they have that
I breathe
I feel
I carry my only dream
I am free
I kneel
And we are just a screen
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This weeks poem is the final three poems from my book ” A lifecycle in Nihighnigma” joint together as the end, ressurection and recreation of Nihighnigma.
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Nihighnigma
A flash of light
The four-dimensional image stops
The world is divided on a line of event
When I look behind me
I see it all unfold
Placing itself perfectly
And it all makes sense
To my surprise it continues when I turn back again
They are all there
In the future
I see that most of them are still filled with fear
They have not realised it yet
More and more alone, but not lonely
As I move towards them
They rise and join the line
Placing themselves in the story
Losing shape, and starting to glow
We are increasing in numbers up here
I reach the end of my experience
The light had returned to Nihighnigma
Then pitch black
The most unselfish died first
They are also the first in line for a second chance
I am no longer me
Them are now we
The unselfishness smells wonderful
Adding the first colours to the surroundings
We can only be bystanders
As we witness the creation of a world we already destroyed once
It is beautiful
Seeing something young and innocent
Blossom from the roots of its own self
Taking its first steps to share some of the baggage with the rest of us
I believe it rained today
The stars cried both of regret and joy
Regret over letting ego destroy the pure
Joy because innocence got a second chance
It felt good to cry
We gave something back
To help the growth in the beginning
The remorse we bore over the kids we once bore inside of us
Were released on this day
Peaceful
Quiet,
Sounds that penetrate, nothing
The apocalypse inferno
An emotional journey to the centre of the earth
Now, we are here
Only on the outside looking in
No more
We are the colours that blend
The wind that speaks
The soil that reach beneath ourselves
We are the soldiers of truth
We are the peaceful warriors that lost
And fell
Lost everything, and therefore won
Pure
Emotion
I have in recent months started a new Youtube channel called Piano and Poetry. This is the Youtube Channel for prose poet Espen Stenersrød. Accompanied by my Zimmerman piano, will upload regular readings of poetry each week. In this playlist you will find 5 videos of poetry, hope you enjoy them.
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This weeks poem is a late birthday present to a dear friend. He said that my way of reaching out, and my true stage, was through poetry. So in his memory, I did a remake of my tribute song Alone, and turned it into a poem accompanied by piano.
Night faded with the lights out
Love raised me
and punched me with a right strike
Forced
Punched a hole in my heart
try to find the lost piece
can´t puzzle the picture with lost parts
well, there´s a hole in me
try to fill it with you energy
a metaphor for memories
melancholy remedies, beating in your melodies
all is a metaphor for everything
we´re all metaphors for life and living
life is just a metaphor for human being
but i much rather have you here
Sitting alone
waiting for you to come home
to the place you belong
Conversations for a life time
debates and discussions
triggered life to out paradigm
saw your life as my life line
wrote your life on my mic stand
while i carried your wisdom
in my right hand
we wanted to change the world
we wanted to reach the minds
you changed them all at once
I changed them one at a time
you breath hope and devotion
you bled emotions
just to lead your friends into the open
you where the mark and sign of art
you put your mark in and signed my heart
so i could take it forward
The poem is called “Point of No return” and represent the world in its last weeks of battle for existence
Point of no return
As I stand there I realize the stares
I see the grey men and Halflings
Joint together in a beautiful bond
Almost like the white ribbon finally tied to something
The rhythm of their march is so rhythmic
Yet awfully penetrating at the same time
As they move out of sync
Lifeless
Somewhat forward
I see the loss of progression in each step
The lack of goals
Lust and will for catharsis
Creates a heavy mist in front of them
If Aristotle ever existed here
He would have laughed
Then cried
This is past and future in a joint crash with the present
NOW
Where actions seem helpless to the mass
And the only hope to cling to for the few
This is the last battle
They are all going to die
As they fight under the moon
To reunite with their sun
I bow down to the horizon
And speak to dawn
Ready
Light
Paradigm
Another Poem accompanied by the Zimmerman Piano is out, today’s Poem is a more naturalistic poem called Undergrowth
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Undergrowth
By: Espen Stenersrod
Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
Listening as they speak through the sound waves
Accompanied only by the wind
They both respect and fear their fathers
During storms they hide their faces beneath their palms
The baritone voice of the men
Conquer the silence in them all
They sit there and listen to the tales
From a place they can not imagine their own
Undergrowth of the underworld
Where they are all connected through the stones
Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
They interpret the wind from its sources
Gain knowledge from the trees of the king
MesAyah
Espen Stenersrød- From Pen To Heart 