Uprisen

Uprisen

by Kean Riber

The tables turned,
My thoughts turned to wit.
Denial,
Turned to confidence.
My mind and body,
Feel strong and fit.

I talk with Plato,
The forms come to light.
Understanding,
All that surrounds us.
I see the truth,
In this world of endless night.

The road is clear,
Athene shines on it bright.
Transcended,
To another dimension.
I look at the world,
Now with a Buddha´s sight.

I lift myself,
To skies before unseen.
Clarity,
She finds me now.
I have uprisen,
True to what my soul has always been.

Have you no love for me?

Have you no love for me?

by Kean Riber

My heart feels discouraged
when not having her near.
My mind embarks into thoughts
of longing for her.
My glass pale eyes shed a tear.

My focus on anything else disappears
every inch off my body shakes.
The feeling of discontent and sad
turns my inners.
My desires hope she soon my love takes.

My soul bears not to wait
for her breath and touch.
Every second that passes without
some love is lost.
Wondering, does she not love me much.

My logic tells me to carry on
to find inside, calmness.
But this is but a strain
to my true being.
I find in her my sense of belongingness.

My being without her
is lacking of course.
I feel no relief in now
instead a restless touch.
She is my life´s eternal light source.

A plea to time

A plea to time

by Kean Riber


Time heals or so they say
But does time not also take life away?

Does the body not wither and die?
I fear it does and it brings to me a sigh.

Do men and women not lose their beauty?
I dreed this to be true and sadness comes to me.

Will we over time not lose all we hold dear?
Hear we not the reaper sing to our beloved? A tear!

Do bodies not succumb to ill and disease?
Eternity she escapes us and with Phanes she us flees.

So are we to accept that time will kill us all?
Must we not embrace this and gracefully fall?

My mind does see time as the destroyer of lifes.
It does heal souls but also stabs backs with knives.

These thoughts indeed lead me to fear time.
My plea therefore to It; With dignity, leave me please behind!

Sweet Disease

Sweet Disease

by Kean Riber

A disease we all lust want and dream about
It´s symptoms fills us with madness, makes sanity turn 'bout
By It, we are filled with minds of beauty and shine
Tainted with red-stained hearts, to eternity of time
Floored to ground by emotions of desire
Lifted by being of love to plains of heavens higher
A touching of grace and gold it brings to skin
These thoughts we are brought, to some, a sin
Without, I fear, we never in life would be
Were we not touched, might we not beauty see
My disease, I proclaim, received by peace white dove
You must certainly now know, my disease to be that of love
Do me please! no favor and bring me no cure
This disease is my savior and therefore good, for sure

Indeni

Indeni

af Kean Riber

Den knugen vi alle bærer
når livet byder os godt og ondt
Den knugen som sidder helt derinde
som byder os til søgen og den at finde

Den chance vi alle må ta´
når verden smider lykke og besvær mod os
Den chance vi ofte frygter
som hele vores eksistens med livet fremrykker

Den tanke vi altid bliver ramt af
når uvistheden kaster os rundt i manegen
Den tanke som bringer frustration og lykke
som gør at vi aldrig får mulighed for at flygte

Det begær vi evigt føler indeni
når vi på vores vej møder det vi lyster
Det begær som skaber grundlag for samliv
som vi alle søger mod med tanke på mand og viv

Den kærlighed vi behøver for at være
når vi møder mennesker i medgang og modgang
Den kærlighed som er meningen med alt
som vi alle behøver i venskab og forhold, livets salt

Tænkes tanker

Tænkes tanker

Af Kean Riber

Tanker tænkes tåbeligt

Tanker tænkes med logik

Tanker tænkes subjektivt

Tanker tænkes frit?

Tanker tænkes abstrakt

Tankes tænkes talrigt

Tanker tænkes provokativt

Tanker tænkes frit?

Tanker tænkes positivt

Tanker tænkes indadtil

Tanker tænkes billedligt

Tanker tænkes frit?

Tanker tænkes destruktivt

Tanker tænkes glædeligt

Tanker tænkes livligt

Tanker tænkes frit?

Tanker tænkes pludseligt

Tanker tænkes neurotisk

Tanker tænkes uendeligt

Tanker tænkes frit?

Tanker tænkes?

Tænkes tanker?

Frit?

Believer

Believer

By Kean Riber

As a true believer in love

I have often been led astray

Journeyed through emotions

Many times lost my way

As a true believer in love

I have felt good and bad

Travelled in despair

Tainted my inners with thoughts quite mad

As a true believer in love

I have been at peaks of joy

Walked with confidence

Made sadness eternally coy

As a true believer in love

I have been fatally naive

Danced with death

Felt blood staining my sleeve

As a true believer in love

I have been cast to hell

Succumbed to the devil

Found myself in purgatory’s cell

As a former believer in love

I have found fields of plain

Cleared my thoughts

Found myself to be sane again

As a former believer in love

I have been blessed with apathy

Accepted selfishness

Turned life to sweet non-morality

As a non-believer in love

I know not who I am

Freed from care

And I quite honestly don´t give a damn