जोनोमा नोंनि जेराव
आंबो दिनै बेयाव,
नुआखै नाथाय
जौस्रां देरस्रां दाद जांगिला नोंनि मुस्रि।
खोनादोंल' गामियारिनिफ्राय
आइ-आफा,आदै-मादै,आबौ-आबै,आमाय-आनैमोननिफ्राय
हारिमु­ फोथाराव नों
जिरायना थायाखै दलरै नों
थुनलाइ सोलोंथाइ गासैयाव जेना
सिफुंनि देंखो रिंदावहोयोमोन नों।
नोंनि हारिमुनि सोरजि
बैसागु आरो हारिमु
आंनि थाइनै मेगननि रेटिनायाव जिरायो दलरै।
नोंनि अनसुलि बिमाया
अननायनि रावजों गाबज्रियोमोन
नै ! फिसा लावगा
फै ओंखाम जाफैदो
आथिं आखाय सुना बिजाब फरायदो
बिमा जाम्बियाबो लुबैयो
सोलोंथाइ लाहोनो।
नोंनि सोरजियानो नोंनि मावदिन्थि
नों मावसोमनायानो नोंनि मेंनोरोङै गुन।
फरायसाफोरनो मा फोरोंनाय
आंथ' मिथिला
नोंनि सोलोंसाफोरखौ मिथिब्लासो सोंनो हागौमोन।
बैसागोनि खुंखा ओंख्रि
स्नि साननि उनाव स्नि मैगंनि गलाय ओंख्रि
बुरै थखन,थाराइ गाज्लि,लाफा साइख',मायसुन्द्रि,दौस्रेम,दिंखिया,बेसर सोरा,सिब्रु मैगं
जानाय बर'नि गाहाम हास्थायना
मायथाइयाव बेराम आजार दाफैथों होनना।
आंहा दिनै
हारिमुनि आगजु गैया
नोंनि थिलियाव उजिनानैबो
रांखाउरि गैया बेफोरखौ सोरजिनो
दिनै खनसायबाय आं गोथार थांखिजों
स्नि मैगं खुंखा संनो
बैसागुनि रंजाखांनाय उनाव
नोंनि जिउमाया गोजोनदो बेजोंनो
नोंनि गामिनि फिसा
बसुमतारीआ बाउहरबाय बेखौनो
संख्रि फानलु हालदै नांदोंना नाङाखै
गोथाव बिदैगोनां जादोंना जायाखै
बेखौबो आं मिथिरोङासै
अब्लाबो बेजोंनो गोजोनदो
सानजारां लावगा !
नोंनि अबथिरा रुंसारि जानायाव
फस'रनाय अनजालि बिसि आरो
हावरिया फिसाफोरनि मोदै
जानोहागौ नों दाबो गोसोखाङो।
नोंनि गोसोखांथियाव
गायसंदों नोंनि गामियाव
सोलोंथाइनि बाख्रि।
नाथाय बे बाख्रियाव
आं जेब्ला हाबहैयो
सानथाम(बोसोर) खुसियै
अब्ला बेंगिरियानो
साथामल'मोन।
बिसोरमालाय माबोरैथो हानो
थाइसे उदैखौ सुफुंनो
एसेबो देगाव मोनाब्ला!
आं सिबियो बैसोर साथामखौ
नोंनि मुंनि बाख्रियाव
जायफोर बिखा फोरदानना हाबसोनानै दंमोन
नोंहा बेयाव दाय गैया।
जायफोरनि मावसोमनायाव आं
जायफोरनि मोजां बोसोनाव
थुलुंगा फैयो दावगानो
बैथा हमना दिङा जावनो।
हालि बुरखांनो
नोंनि गासै सावगारि
आद्रा जाबाय गोरोन्थि थाबाय
अब्लाबो खेमा होदो
एसेयावनो दोनथ'बाय
नोंनि उजिथिलिनि
बसुमतारी।
सानजारां-उजिथिलिया सोरां जाथों!
हारिनि अख्रांआव सोरां फैथों
लावगा-उजिथिलिनि फिसाफोरा जिउ लावथों
हारिया अराय जोंनि थांना थाथों!
जों बाउनो हाया नोंखौ।

I remember my younger days
Were the ashes of fire grew higher
Crowds and streets with empty praise
If they practice truth in the mirror, they´re a liar

I remember the iron curtain
Blocking any ray of sun
When crazy mind´s were the only sane
and you could´t trust anyone

I remember childhood dreams
That died for each year that I grew
A time when ends justified the means
and what joy meant no one knew

I remember beliefs forced upon me
Until I was convinced they were my own
When being a alive was the same as being free
Feeling unsafe under the roof of my home

I remember the color red
On the ground and on the flag
I remember the tears I shed
When I lost the few good things I had

I remember being scared
To sell my soul by mistake
To become like the people I feared
and not realize until it was too late

I remember a foreign earth
Across borders, beyond the wall
Where no one decided what a life was worth
I remember waiting for the barricade to fall

I remember my younger days
Memories burned into my mind
I remember the crowds and streets of heavy praise
When the fog lifted in 1989



«Copyright Johanna Magdalena Husebye»

We outlasted the moon!
In a timeless place we did it!
The pull of the moon and the rise of the sun irrelevant!
A group of warriors who couldn’t be more different, as I see myself
in grey —faded color, colors that will never cease to exist!
A rapper from south Africa, a student fluent in Chinese music, a girl with no bounds from down the road, a cyclist from Manhattan, a quiet devil from Belfast, and two girls who could be twins from Mexico all of us surived!
The famous campus— empty a bond forever, only the flies
dance with me!The pizza crust from what
feels like eternity or last week at this point fresh on the table,
still two hours before the day begins, eyes droopy, faces baggy no idea
where the sun is a blink sleeping, eternity awake the music on and off replacing  conversation occionsally tossing condoms a laugh, talk of favorite memories.
only sif (not sure what that was) hours ago pitch dark, lost with a welcome room
Sleepy travelers some head off needing the destination and rest wanting to jump offand hit the ground running, we made it walking as a bottle cap falls from an open window at three four disappear as the night lights turn off around me.
The ones who left early no less brilliant, I owe them all so much.
I will not begin to describe them because they could all take up a book of memories.
Funny stories then sad ones as it becomes clear to the tellers that one is in the making all it was, ice cream followed by a half hour, thrilled at company to Ashelies ice cream
after farewell song.
Reality chugs along.
A door opens, nobody comes along.
At three in the afternoon dizzy as light starts to claim the clock-tower.
Dizzy sick and unable to think in the afternoon the prophet before hand calls straight-mistake, (the first N4 alcoholic hungover never another drink I swear before drinking )
At ten that night out of the timeless room it’s one hour then fifteen minutes then another then thirty disappear.
Dancing on the table music and stories. Later that night or morning, at our lowest bit of energy. pumping iron. Pulling back together with a friend from the other side of the planet falling back letting go getting sprung up in the famous campus. Dancing on a tread mill shirtless together in the dimly lit gym.
Is there anything more divine?!
Then quite in the timeless room, at 3 in the afternoon sick missing the talk of a life claiming “there is no love without sacafrice", at 6 in the night I’m sleeping  debating heading home on that paved road opting instead for "who knows?!" At six in the morning, out of the timeless room, I’m the only one out, writing this as the drone of the song continues from the windows of fellow warriors, briefly drowned out by a helicopter. The beloved campus dead quite even birds asleep. Before the iron deep in the morning pool and talk of maybe being social accidentally sinking the 8 ball. At twelve in the alleged dead of night a room trashed unknown and the words spread a half mile out and brings the head honchos down to the timeless room, at three saved from sleep by a prior story of farting in sleepers faces woke me just in time in the timeless room. At sometime the door opposite the timeless room opened and a long narrow stroll around leads back to the timeless room, at some time time in the timeless home my presence maybe anxiously sought or ignored. The ecstasy and disbelief to see the sun, running back to the warriors who I just wished well at the sun! The same planets with vibrant colors. I will never forget the warriors but maybe their names.
I swat at a fly that was never on my arm.
I think of the infinities of time I will miss later.
My hearing worn thin with my sight, the birds songs lost their fullness
though in our business it’s very likely for the better
as I look to see the clock tower fully conquered,
I wonder if my parents will assume intoxication,
it is impossible to do this tail justice, though it will likely
end in the same spot: dizzy  complaints of exhaustion
getting sick and bliss before the end.
I have known the warriors  for 3 days, yet I know them better than family.
Outside the timeless room I learn partying means drinking with others
to bad dance music, the kind that kept me awake, as the smoke of
others cigars enter my lungs and the take truly ends in the same spot I trying to survive the eternal earthquakes after a long journey to say good-bye and in the timeless room,
the light stays the same. Some foosball in a timeless place in reality its a language or
a wreck room, in truth the room was always spinning, as my head is now.

We have calcium in our bones
Iron in our veins
Carbon in our souls
And
Nitrogen in our brains
94.3 percent stardust
And
With souls made of flames
We are all just stars that have people names

She who lives in
Darkness and in light
Entertaining her precious soul
While dancing in the flames
Flaring in the depths of her mind
Master of thought
Commander of thought
Dreamer of cloud height dreams
Fantasizer of dreams shrouden in black smoke
Eyes as receptors to the world
The black hallowed earth around her
She walks this black earth
She who is
The Hallowed Maiden

I am not made of metal.
It does not take
             immeasurable strength
                                           to put       cracks       in me
I bend
                  and I
break
                                 and I
do so quite easily.

I am not ashamed of this.

                                              I will no
                                               longer
                                                allow
                                               myself
                                                to be
                                          the iron bars
                              You think guard my heart.

I will flow like river,
And sway like branches of trees.
                   I will dance,
and you will see
               I am not this unflinching thing
you have created me to be.

My heart is iron
It feels no emotion.
No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it.
Ever.

It wasn't always this way
It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable
Always letting those annoying emotions hurt.
I was nothing more than a baby

But I changed after those words
My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable
And I wouldn't settle for crackable
So then it changed to iron.

My heart is iron
And I am proud
But the iron is only a cover
For a beautiful diamond

The times are so normal and peaceful.

A yellow leaf can fall freely to the earth

without any obstructions and die peacefully.

Rivers flow at their will: sometimes calm
         sometimes furious.

Everything is perfect, following a masterful design

They invented a machine to keep peace and order

The machine wiped out chaos and dissent form the world


The machine pushes the misfits into under ground

Look around you: there is no one with a scarred face

A world so perfect

The machine emits a sound while it works:

An army of iron boots stomping the ground

And the machine's sound mutes all other voices

All other music

And a perfect world is born.

Now, the machine is turned on

I hear the sound of iron boots

They march ahead....

i wanted to write about the wolf in my chest.
how it is hungry with claws extended, tongue running over it's teeth.
i wanted to write about the thunder in my bones.
it's cry shaking the ground and waking you from your sleep.
i wanted to write about what makes me deathless,
my flesh iron and teeth sharp.

i did not want to write about you.

i did not want to write about the fire you started in me,
that you ran from as you called yourself "brave".
i did not want to write about how there are stones in my throat,
or how exposed the space between my ribs had become.
i did not want to write about the phantom limbs i feel when the air is still.
i did not want to write about sitting in your passenger seat while driving in the dead of night,
mercy in the form of twisted hands and my head in your lap,
like it was that easy,
like you had become comfortable with the cold.

no, i did not want to write about you.

because if i do not speak your name,
if i do not romanticize what was,
i can bury you the way i have before, the bodies piling up,
your name on a tombstone.
maybe it is because you are young and i am tired.

i did not want to write about you.
i have written like this before.
names and dated times to remember when i felt this vacant.
i did not want you to become another page in this black book,
or another reason to believe i am being punished,
my trust in god deteriorating effortlessly,
you sleeping soundly in your bed.

i did not want to write about you, so this is where the verse ends.