<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152</id><updated>2009-09-30T06:58:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ord</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-3336549912240948220</id><published>2008-04-05T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:41:44.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiden</title><content type='html'>mine sjæles arne og tidens drift&lt;br /&gt;fordums varme og tårers skrift&lt;br /&gt;mine sjæles vugge&lt;br /&gt;og verdens dans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de forbudte kyster ved havets bred&lt;br /&gt;de ensomme strækninger i skovens fred&lt;br /&gt;fra bjergets tinde&lt;br /&gt;til øjets minde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nedfældet sagn ved træets fod&lt;br /&gt;tålmodig vandren til livets rod&lt;br /&gt;i fælles ridt&lt;br /&gt;og ved enlige skridt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Tiden'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-2274373648671540482</id><published>2008-03-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:31:28.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised</title><content type='html'>sorry, sad and confused&lt;br /&gt;Once willing, now mad and bruised&lt;br /&gt;bring me the end&lt;br /&gt;so I can see the beginning&lt;br /&gt;words that bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the absence of new filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-2431314987150873050</id><published>2007-12-23T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:12:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Løgnen</title><content type='html'>De kryber hen langs panelerne og lægger sig som fingre om halsen.&lt;br /&gt;Falder som dråber fra en hævngerrig himmel og blænder.&lt;br /&gt;De udgiver sig for hjertet og hvisker kælent den forkerte vej.&lt;br /&gt;For sent opdager man horisonten&lt;br /&gt;og ser den smuldre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-2431314987150873050?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-1764392882901425993</id><published>2007-12-14T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:15:51.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyset</title><content type='html'>Som natten sænker sit lys, mindes jeg dit&lt;br /&gt;og ønsker at fløjlet mellem stjernerne vil vugge dig i søvn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-1764392882901425993?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/1764392882901425993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=1764392882901425993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/1764392882901425993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/1764392882901425993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/12/lyset.html' title='Lyset'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-5459871518602627327</id><published>2007-12-14T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:14:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Jeg stabler mønter i en evighed&lt;br /&gt;Går af gader, der aldrig drejer&lt;br /&gt;Har et mål jeg ikke finder&lt;br /&gt;Der findes en tid jeg ikke når&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-5459871518602627327?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/5459871518602627327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=5459871518602627327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/5459871518602627327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/5459871518602627327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-7454348047467003919</id><published>2007-12-14T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T04:05:36.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mirror</title><content type='html'>Beams of sunlight posses my mind&lt;br /&gt;as I dance to the sound of velvet skies&lt;br /&gt;grass as soft as hope caress my skin&lt;br /&gt;slowly I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and conjour the color green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you seem&lt;br /&gt;is all I'm not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-7454348047467003919?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/7454348047467003919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=7454348047467003919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/7454348047467003919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/7454348047467003919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/12/beams-of-sunlight-posses-my-mind-as-i.html' title='The mirror'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-8846332088976645951</id><published>2007-01-30T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:01:50.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow</title><content type='html'>The shadow travels through my mind and down my legs.&lt;br /&gt;The sky seems so close.&lt;br /&gt;My mind and upperbody travel in space while my lower self is held captive by the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once drunk now just drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Once flying now simply walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing reassembles by way of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I experience my hollow in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing magical about it- its dullingly plain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-8846332088976645951?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/8846332088976645951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=8846332088976645951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/8846332088976645951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/8846332088976645951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/01/shadow-travels-through-my-mind-and-down.html' title='The Shadow'/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-1546596741319170626</id><published>2007-01-16T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:59:41.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The crusts of skin on hands as black as tar&lt;br /&gt;shows me the anguish hidden in the wrinkles of a dying soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim you created this world and the worlds beyond.&lt;br /&gt;They say to kneel before you in theese the desert lands mistaken for paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I refuse?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take your toll upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I join the fallen children by the borders of your forsaken name?&lt;br /&gt;Will the sun reveal it self a bitter and mercyless soldier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall by the weight of your alter built solely on tears of spilt blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you preach then render me deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I remember then let me be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-1546596741319170626?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/1546596741319170626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=1546596741319170626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/1546596741319170626'/><link rel='self' 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langt nok.&lt;br /&gt;Længsel er grunden, differencen, kontrasten, evigheden. Det eneste der vedbliver. Vibrerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun vibrerer ved han ord. Forføres af hans blide men kontankte vedbliven. Hun vil gerne være hemmeligheden, være træhulen, udtryksformen af kosmos.  Den glemte nuance af rød i den solopgang man senere vil anse som grunden til at man kan se.&lt;br /&gt;Hun er noget andet. Som han er hun et redskab.&lt;br /&gt;Ved et halvt åndedrag står hun parat og alligevel modvillig.&lt;br /&gt;Knækkede fingre om et puslespil, der evigt vil mangle en brik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mørket finder de hinanden, ved skyggerne stryger forsigtige hænder over forandret kød. At tie ved en hvisken der aldrig forstummes helt. Han er antydningen. Han er kun længslen. For hende. Stemmerne forstummes som silke mod nøgen hud, en kælen brise, der ikke forstår betydningen af dens tilfældige men perfekte rum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-4427421783295984511?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/4427421783295984511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=4427421783295984511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/4427421783295984511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/4427421783295984511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/01/hun-lader-kben-falde-og-trangen-til-at.html' title=''/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576150961559110152.post-766195570988717412</id><published>2007-01-02T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:43:57.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He gave a kiss&lt;br /&gt;said everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking bastard&lt;br /&gt;I let him change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576150961559110152-766195570988717412?l=minqen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/feeds/766195570988717412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576150961559110152&amp;postID=766195570988717412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/766195570988717412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576150961559110152/posts/default/766195570988717412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minqen.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-gave-kiss-said-everything-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>minqen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05889945806349030985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06575475592781584790'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>