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Et poesi-album som omhandler døden og dens påvirkning på oss i det dagligdagse liv,
med et budskap som rommer klimakrisen, og evighetens uunngåelige ende. 
Tilgjengelig på alle streaming plattformer, under navnet Poeten Collins

Armageddon

Jeg Vil Ikke Dø

JEG VIL IKKE DØ

Vi  Senket Kisten I Havet I Dag

VI SENKET KISTEN I HAVET I DAG

Død Før 30 (Klubb 27)

DØD FØR 30 (KLUBB 27)

Døden

DØDEN

Om Ikke Lenge (Er Vi Død Uansett)

OM IKKE LENGE (ER VI DØD UANSETT)

Overgi Deg

OVERGI DEG

Spekkhoggernes Svanesang

SPEKKHOGGERNES SVANESANG

Hjertevenn av Poeten Collins 

Tekst
Hjertevenn
Bestevenn
Sjelevenn

Du lærte meg om livet
Det glade
Rare
Og vonde

Uten deg ville ikke jeg vært meg
Det er du som er det beste ved meg

En dag er alt over 
Alt går ned i grus
Er det sant?
Hvem vant?

Den sorte rosen i deg vokste større for hvert år
Kjærtegnet – ga sår
Ut av det blå 
Vokste den så
Tok deg med seg
Og dro

Vær så snill
Ta heller meg

Du er her fortsatt
Det vet jeg
Du vil alltid være ved med min side
Får meg til å slutte å lide

Sorgen er stor
Men kjærligheten større
Du lærte meg å tørre 
Du vil alltid være med meg
Som jeg med deg

Kjære hjertevenn 
Jeg elsker deg
Mer enn alt
Kjære Hjertevenn.

Hjertevenn

''Lady Lazarus'' poem by Sylvia Plath
Read by Andreas Collins (Poeten)

//LADY LAZARUS//
I have done it again.   
One year in every ten   
I manage it——

A sort of walking miracle, my skin   
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,   
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine   
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin   
O my enemy.   
Do I terrify?——

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?   
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be   
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.   
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.   
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.   
The peanut-crunching crowd   
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot——
The big strip tease.   
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands   
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.   
The first time it happened I was ten.   
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.   
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.   
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.   
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.   
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute   
Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.   
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge   
For the hearing of my heart——
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge   
For a word or a touch   
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.   
So, so, Herr Doktor.   
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus (prod. anticøn)

Never to Heaven, poem by Lana Del Rey 
reading by Andreas Collins (Poeten) 

Music: 
Song - M87 - Backing Track [Creative Commons]
Music provided and produced by LonePeakMusic 
Link -   https://youtu.be/ABr1eIzthBw

//NEVER TO HEAVEN// 
May my eyes always stay level to the horizon
may they never gaze as high as heaven
to ask why
May I never go where angels fear to tread
so as to have to ask for answers in the sky
The whys in this lifetime i've found are inconsequential
compared to the magic of the nowness- the solution to most
questions
there are no reasons.
and if there are- i'm wrong
but at least i won't have spent my life waiting
looking for God in the clouds of the dawn
or listening out for otherwordly contact
30 billion light years on
No. i'll let the others do the pondering
while i'll be sitting on the lawn
readin something unsubstantial
with the television on
I'll be up early to rise though of course-
but only to make you a pot of coffee
That's what i was thinking this morning Joe
that it's times like this as the marine layer lifts
off the sea from the view of our favorite restaurant
that i pray that i may
always keep my eyes level to your eyeline
never downcast at the table cloth
You see, Joe
it's times like this that the marine layer lifts
off the sea on the dock with out candle lit
that i think to myself
there are things you still don't know about me
like sometimes i'm afraid my sadness is too big
and that one day you might have to help me handle it

[Stanza 2]
but until then
may i always keep my eyes level to this skyline
assessing the glittering new development
off of the coast of Long Beach
never to heaven or revenant
Because i have faith in man as strange as that seems
in times like these
and it's not just because of the warmth i've found in your
brown eyes
but because i believe in the goodness in me
that it's firm enough to plant a flag in
or a
rosebud
or to build a new life.

"Never to Heaven" is a poem released by Lana Del Rey from her first poetry book ''Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass'' 

Elizabeth Woolridge Grant (born June 21, 1985), known professionally as Lana Del Rey, is an American singer, songwriter, record producer, poet, model, and music video director. Her music has been noted by critics for its stylized cinematic quality; its preoccupation with themes of tragic romance, glamour, and melancholia; and its references to pop culture, particularly 1950s and 1960s Americana.

(Her new album Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd is set for release on March 24th. It includes the titular lead single, and the newest single-release ''The Grants'') 

- The Lana Del Rey Wiki 
( https://lanadelrey.fandom.com/wiki/ )

Lana Del Rey - Never To Heaven (from violet bent backwards over the grass)

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Andreas Collins (a.k.a Poeten Collins) (22, Norge) ankom scenen i 2016 med en online eksklusiv diktsamling ''Hjertevenn Diktsamling'' som samlet nærme 2000 lesninger på Ebok og Wattpad.

Siden da har flere prosjekter kommet ut på en eller annen måte;

"STÅ OPP!" en Wattpad eksklusiv diktsamling, om presidentvalget i USA som foregikk i 2016.

"Engler Daler Ned I Skjul", utgitt på ebok.no, 

"Psykedeliske Sopper & Grønne Edderkopper", et psykedelisk poesi album om andre verdenskrig. 

Deltagelse i antologiene "Alt jeg skulle ønske jeg visste" (2020) og "Tjue tjue" (2021). 

"Psykedeliske Dikt", en psykedelisk diktsamling om dødsangst. 

Samt. flere små-prosjekter på Youtube.

De fleste prosjektene omhandler døden, og sorgen som etterfølger.

Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus (prod. anticøn)

Andreas Collins

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