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    Mind flowers: Poetry and problems
    Mind flowers: Poetry and problems
    Mind flowers: Poetry and problems
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    Mind flowers: Poetry and problems

    By M. A. Mortén

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    Stories to tell.
    Too much to think of.
    Poetry and problems.

    Poems by M. A. Mortén
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooks on Demand
    Release dateMar 22, 2019
    ISBN9789528054641
    Mind flowers: Poetry and problems
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    M. A. Mortén

    Vapaa sielu, lienee se fraasi, jolla kuvata M. A. Morténin töitä sekä persoonallisuutta. M. A. Mortén, kirjailimellä Emi Eden. Taiteilijan tuotantoa ja ulkomuotoakin ajattellen, tulee mieleen moneen suuntaan räiskyvä Emi, jonka hiukset liikkuvat tuulessa kuin hiukkaset. Maalaukset ja runot toimivat hiukkasten ja avaruuden kasvu-alustana. Emin mieli ja tarinat sisältävät useita osioita ja aina uuden sokkelon. Muotoonsa päässeet työt korreloivat rinnakkaistodellisuuksissa kelluvia yhtäläisyyksiä. On vaikeaa kuvitella Emi raskaisiin töihin, vaikka yllättävän paljon jaksaa kantaa fyysisesti, kuin henkisesti. Ajatuksenjuoksut ja mielikuvitusmatkat ovat Morténille luonnollinen työympäristö, M. A. Mortenin ensimmäiset teokset ovat tehty rakkaudesta, Englannin kielellä kirjoitettuja runoteoksia. A varuussa tapahtuvia aaltoja, rakkauden mystisistä maisemista. DON'T PANIC ilmestyi 2016, jonka jälkeen 2019, Mind flowers: Poetry and problems, jatkoi Morténin maalaamaa avaruusmaisemaa, kansissa ja runoissa. RiMinäkuvaa luomassa, eri elementtien tanssin, ihmissuhteiden ja vilinän välissä.

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      Book preview

      Mind flowers - M. A. Mortén

      To my demons

      I need to write you out of my body.

      I need to sing you out of my mind.

      I need to shout you out of my heart.

      I need to detox you out of my soul.

      I need you in my life.

      Table of Contents

      I. Apparatus the flesh

      Funnel of the soul

      The strange changing life

      The puzzle pieces of your heart

      In disguise

      Bloodlust of the flesh

      Torn Apart

      333 roads and 666 ways

      Letter with no address

      She

      Remember some far dream

      Down under

      All love is equal

      Dying in vein

      Clarity

      The tree of life

      Chaos

      Music therapy

      II. Dark Matter under the street lights

      Music to my lyrics

      Do that so I can see

      Selfish

      Heroes and villains

      Angels can’t come to Hell

      Can’t sprinkle that shit

      Strength, power and good intentions

      Saved by the bell

      The door to the outside world

      The necessary change

      Fountain

      Men are pigs

      Creatures of the night

      Shining soft heart

      loves me, not

      One of those songs

      III. Human Experience

      Conclusion is confusion

      Good morning

      Group frog

      Game over, restart?

      Perfection

      Lizard

      Separate

      Ridiculed

      Temporal time and place shift

      Suddenly

      Journey

      Stink

      Sensei

      Circle

      IV. Deus Ex Machina

      They

      Paused life

      Poison lips

      Death club

      Hand that holds the Earth

      Original junk

      We are spiraling

      Mastermind of your own destruction

      Lovesick

      I see dead people

      Eight, nine, ten

      I heard you sing

      Oh no

      It can’t rain all the time

      Dust because of Silence

      Fires burn again

      V. Warriors of the Night

      Fucking thieves

      Horror picture

      Passenger

      Flying above the city

      Old friends and Devils

      Soul fever

      Survival

      First thing in the afterlife

      Whirlpool

      Shadows under the tree

      Home

      My Kryptonite

      Theo ne that killed the dinosaurs

      Don’t spend the night

      Don’t use power just because you can

      Warning signs, slippery floors

      Blue eyes at the night café

      Abandon all hope ye who enter here

      VI. Wanted

      Tourist at the Sea

      Mute

      Friends

      No sweet without the salty

      Madness in Hell

      Fear of being

      Levels

      Take us to what you’ve always wanted to do

      Wonderful zero

      What I wanted lost and found

      Fear of loneliness

      That woman in the red dress

      Summer rain

      Red makes you hungry

      Don’t call

      Just want to feel it again

      Let me see that God

      When have we runned enough?

      VII. Mind flowers

      Spinning top

      Quick smile

      Sunny girl

      Hook and line

      Lizard God

      Lethal

      Read all about it

      Lost connections

      Storage for my heart

      Who do you fight for?

      Loves’ fool 138-

      Love lasts forever

      Before it’s too late

      I am sorry

      Memorabilia

      Time travel

      The multidimensional beings

      Dream about us

      Keep flowing

      Cure for sadness

      Draw a circle and sit in the middle

      Deadnames

      Mauled heart

      Mind flowers

      MIND FLOWERS:

      POETRY AND PROBLEMS

      I. Apparatus the flesh

      II. Dark Matter under the street lights

      III. Human Experience

      IV. Deus Ex Machina

      V. Warriors of the Night

      VI. Wanted

      VII. Mind flowers

      I

      Apparatus the

      Flesh

      Funnel of the soul

      Before I started arguing with myself,

      I saw this long lane,

      that swung me,

      between dimensions.

      At the end,

      after the storm,

      white blanket,

      disintegrated me into plasma.

      I saw how DNA-mycelium quickly grew,

      first into black matter,

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