Lesson learned

As I stand in my fresh steps of harmony, a soothing gust of wisdom hits me. It feels as something from beyond has been revealed. There's a quiet song, a different one from before, that I adore and find more related to my ground. I've never found out the twist behind the sound, but I'm clever enough to bring up the right question at the exact time an answer is ready for being brought to the light. And as I see it, my feeling towards it must be right. With the winds delight, feelings of awareness creep up through the cracks in the wooden floor of my conscientious mind. Like a draft in an open house of bricks. Feelings are slick and I know it... all stones and sticks. Guess I have to take it as it is.

In the most and highest towers of hatred lives an abandoned king. Alone, without any company of others. For nobody beliefs in his cause any more. Eyes blurred with illusions, dry of solutions, a mind in confusion - a kingdom of de solution. An institution coming to its end. Still he lives and thrones in his towers, around them are walls of bones from disciples of wrong doing. It's only a matter of time 'till they'll fall piece by piece to the ground. Still it stands, for now. 

On a field of four leafed clovers I wake up hungover, lost in confusion. Lady luck left her underwear here. Tyrannical move at its worse, because she left no note with her number... Never trust a stranger. As I rise, to my surprise, I feel nothing, see nothing nor do I find any ideas to describe this state I'm in. I say that's a win - win situation. Covered with the morning dew I rise and to a greater surprise I'm still where I started - in the very same footsteps as when I left. It's like I didn't move although I have surely travelled.

Nine nights I wandered, sought wisdom in the form of battle; drank beer with the witches, hung upside down like a clown... got stitches, bruises and broke some bones just to learn what no one knows. Lost an eye, ran for miles, battled in poetry with strangers. And that got me here to this meadow of green, this plateau of purity and fortune. From this adventure I've reaped blessings and pleasure, seen the lowest, risen up to the highest callings of gods and demons... There for I live on. My purpose is clear and simple; to hand out my knowledge, clear the path for others to try and test their inner self. And I'm glad to help.

Next thing I know, I'm back again in my steps. The steps of pure harmony and I feel like a refugee. Saved from oppression, doubt and suppression, I keep on walking into the future, bright and full of nurture. think I'll keep on strolling this path, forget and discard any other way. Keep on moving towards the light, evolving inward and keep up the right spirit. Believe it, because I do. At least I want to.

The end is coming, sooner as each day passes. It's a law you can't discard, can't break. Time goes the moment it comes, moves forward and runs through the masses of matter. And that is what this world is made of. Time scatters in the drain of the past, never lasts. Same with matter, it dies and deceases. And that is you. You, I, we are the people made to parish. Matter made to go in circles. So use time wisely. Be happy. Be merry and do good. Never regret. Troubles forget. Do better - do best. Be whole. Expand your sole. Be forever and never doubt. Be true. These are the words I leave with you.       

I can't let you go

Against my own free will
I gladly let you in.
Running through my vains,
you're the devils worst kind of sin.

Oh my, oh my, oh my
how I can't let you go.

You're presence seems to me
like of pure infinity.
So god damn irresistible
and taunting is your deal.

Oh my, oh my, oh my
how I can't let you go

The way you make things real
is a blessing and a curse.
Wicked are your burning ways
as I loose myself into your world.

The toll of the troll in my street

It takes it's toll to be purely whole
in the deepest depths of ones sole.
To keep the heart and mind carefully entwined,
making ways for the rays of light
sprung from beyond the origins of life. 

The light, the sound, bound in matter.
Matter controlled by time and vice versa.
It takes the hardest toll to long for the day,
today or any other day - it's all the same.

I see reflections scattered on the water 
and try to catch them, the pieces, 
as they float away and sink to the bottom 
of this lake of memories. I fail my mission. 
Every bit fades away as each piece goes its own way.

Deep in a valley of mourn
I was born as the son of Lady Sin. 
Fathered by The Holy Spirit. 

Only taking, I don't know what giving means.
Making my own rules of attraction. 
Full of affection for the whole, 
I choose to go my way alone. 
With my head out of the ground, 
I walk on the sunny side of life -
stuck in the clouds, 
holding on to the doubt 
of given righteousness and its glory.

Enough!

Wonderful are the many 

different ways of man.

Wonderful is the great circle 

of evolution and destruction.

The wall which separates all 
was built by the human state of mind 
with tools of pure foolishness. 
I am one of many and there are many more 
who hold the gift of sense for behaviour of truth.

Now I can't see the line which
used to be between fiction and reality 
- I am blind. 
I still feel, 
have sense of smell and touch. 
I also hear. 
I keep growing my senses 
each of their own 
to recognize the shit
given to me as gold. 
I can feel the wet and cold surrounding
presence of loneliness, 
as I listen to the roaring silence 
brake the laws of science.

It truly takes its toll. 

It's a burden, hard one,
and I don't like it. 
I despite it. 

Truly hate it with all my might.

A decision I take to finally close the flow and let go.
My eyes open up and everything changes.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes to the better. 
If better could be better it would be the best; best of the best. 
That's a fact.

But it isn't. 

And that takes its toll...

It feels like a trolls toll
this concrete wall 
I created for my comfort.
Now everything is of different sort.

The toll of the troll in my street.

When I finally am free
from its burden,
I'll write poetry of love,
laughter and easy living.

Until then I write about what I feel,
what I hear, what I see... 

The gigantic troll in my street.        

Ode to all natives

Growing food right in their backyard

and in the front they mined for gold.

Living peacefully with their neighbours, 

the atmosphere was far from cold.

Building large futuristic buildings,

making epic history - left untold.

Eyes of the society was beautiful

but now their culture has been sold.

---

Sailing across the whole Atlantic-sea,

packed with diseases and guns to blow.

With only one thing on their narrow minds:

"Find some land and growth, you know".

Invading those beautiful nations,

taking everything they had to give.

Starting cutting down the people

where not a sole was left to live.

---

They're not gone but still forgotten;

still their land the white man craves.

Starting wars within every nation

for the survivors 'to become slaves.

When will history stop repeating itself?
When will those genocides be stopped?

They've rewritten our correct history,

the truth in pieces has been chopped.

Confessions of a Schizo

Unforgotten sins

I lock so deep within.

Though sticks and stones

may brake my bones,

still the risk I take.

Moments move on by

in the magic of the night

and swiftly grab my senses;

my heart and mind

fully comprehends.

Nightmares ride over

the fields of my heart.

Goblins run in every corner of the dark,

rip through me and tear apart

every piece and bit.

Still, I just laugh at it.

The creation of time

Listen carefully  and the truth  you shall see... What we know as "time" is an absurd invention. For time as we know it isn't part of this world, it was given to existence by the offsprings of evil: The ego of the mind and it's sister - pride. So please see through their lies! That is, the importance of time. Just ignore it - relax  and just keep on snoozing.

Confirmation of the realm

Whirlwind! United chaos! - a splash of sincerity added with caution;

a abstract course of interactive perception, witch normally people

choose to call a reaction to ones intervention of some sort. It helps,

sometimes.

I conclude all behaviour by the movement it draws upon reality, the one I

myself do not follow in anyway possible. I choose to be free to roam alone

through allies and streets. This sentence was given to me by the publics purity

in absence of any recognition to others wants, beliefs and devotions.

This bothers me and my whole reality, when it catches me off-guard

and disables - making everything more dreadful and harder as I begin

to feel unstable from the trembling ground beneath my feet, shaking

like a full-blown Parkinson's decease.

---

Things fall into slavery of gravity; the laws of physics and the greatest

mathematical structure - which equally stands behind any given pattern

or function in a smallest fragment of an atom.

All is one in nature; a living being behind everything. It calmly flows

to and fro, through every form of matter, reflecting truth to those who

show signs of being in need. It is a genuine spirit - a conscious mind

of infinite wisdom, a wonderful presence of the self within everything.

---

Finally I realise; see through everything and nothing - synchronously -

I've come into touch with the true "being". At last I perceive concrete

recognition of reality...

- Entirety exists in me.

Explaining good times

It started out with a little word,
whispered so gentle - so softly
that only few heard its message
brought in to this world.

What followed was that
will later be known as
the truth of our earths message.
Still living, through millennia,
giving its essence through
the most sacred song - true laughter.

Cooperative challenge
between two different states
of lifes balance;
dimensions of extensions
- spiraling energy of my vitality
to sense what the mind enhances.

Now, I've reached the point
where I must rest my thoughts
of mania for a while
to avoid hysteria
and continuous crimes
of life's lies.

For over time they've grown
more out of context
from their own,
mainly this one memory
that paves the road
for my insanity.

Even though I believed
so surely I'd reached a conclusion,
an understanding - a satisfying solution,
it returned and dug even deeper
into the back of my delusions
and now sleeps there.
So, I fear destruction
sprung from unintention
brought to existence
by my own expansion
of deeper hopes and expectations...

---

And so on,
with an answer
I carefully found
in the depths of
this sterilized ground,
my mind has received
for its harvest.

I took baptism to stop
my minds compulsiveness
from falling each time
in routine of behavior
so dreadfully mean
that it pulls apart my abillity
to confront my moments in reality
- if so could be called -
at the end of it all.

So, I must let go
of ideas taking place
misguided, crooked -
in my mind full of haze,
and to this date
have build expectations
on the subject of
human communication
that I, so full of pride
and ignorance
stood up for - and
was raised to believe
to fit my realization.

To me they are filled
with difficulties
which grow and grasp
an understanding of being
able to turn a switch
of ability - giving a glimpse
of hints, to let go into the abyss.

Still, the battle of choices
that inside me arouses
I do not know how to handle.
So I sink into a hole
where a whole
different level I reach.
It is there where
I meet my devil
in surroundings
of consistency
of peace, serenity
and ease.

It was then, I saw
a understanding sight;
the great connection
of matter and light
- a pure delight -
that normally I couldn't decide
between words to determine
my feelings;
those disabled meanings
of spoken words
sprung from my tongue.
Hurling down they rumble,  
and underline my sentences,
those who float above
the true meaning of all -
only created to fall.

Forms of sounds and dialects
surely I do respect; the smallest
fragment of lives true meaning,
sought between lines of sleep
and daydreaming. My capability
literally forms tones and rhythms
of respect to the people I meet
and see in my life on the streets.

I honestly believe
- for my own good, obviously -
that, to loosen up a little
by slowing down and finally getting
my feet to the ground must be
the choice I should give a try.

Therefore I must shake off
my pains and fears,
my mental tracks pay'off
and firmly clear.
Start taking care
- if I dare -
of my own self and build up
my bodys health to fit my spirits
truth and wealth.

So, my rambling, please,
and disturbance excuse!

I give my deepest gratitude
to all, who so gratefully gave
their personal time and attention,
making ways of revelations for
reconciliation in my stubborn
and oh so childish mind.

At last, I choose my words
with the intention to show
my gratitude in a verbal
connection with the selection
of thoughts I develop concerning
the recognition I give towards your actions.

- Peace to ya'll
  and may rays
  of grace
  shine throughout
  your lifes.

Queen of the heavens

Around the high and endless skies

hyperbolically she flies

- this queen of the heavens.

Amazingly, she over dominates

time and space; humanities fate  

- this queen of the heavens.

Without a blink she does create

tremendous feelings; a higher state

- this queen of the heavens.

Her hair is brighter than the sun.

Her eyes of diamonds are worth millions!

- this queen of the heavens.

They lead astray, yet make my day;

all my troubles casts away

- this queen of the heavens.

Her closeness is of true divine;

my consciousness brings out of time

- this queen of the heavens.

---

 

Now, at the end, I've lost my mind;

through the deepest oceans I tried to find

- that queen of the heavens.

Contemplation

Lonely life, what was
is now all gone.
I used to have a dream,
now I don't have one.
Fight or flight -
all is said and done.

Freedom dies when
every choice is won.
- Brings up homegrown hate.

Peaceful nights were few,
still we had our own.
We made some friends,
now they are all gone.

Another night where
everything is wrong.
I've lost my track
so now I can't go on.

Again rise memories
about my life.
- But they come to late.

Nothing wrong (All is good)

A growing force
- upwards of course -
builds my sight
over night.
From roots has grown,
a new child is born.

Walking along
fictional roads,
my friends.
Where everything
finds it self in the end.
Living out of body
- floating free.
In that state you'll find me.

Imaginary are the worlds
gentle shifts; tales growing
of fairies - make-believe!
Reallity is just a word
of evidence for what seems
to make the most sence...

All is good
as it should.
Nothing wrong
about my song.

My new start

Two different worlds,
where "love" is just another word
all brought together and quietly composed
- by rock and roll -
and leaves behind a pure soul.

While bypassing time
I found my peace, deep in a rhyme.
Between two rocks of greater minds and fools
- I slowly move -
and catch a glimpse of lives truth.

---

Feelings that I can't define
now slowly cross my mind,
and there - forever -
they will be mine
through time.

---

A low, whispered song
that makes us grow, and then go on
until we are destined
and orderly prepared
with bright light - pure air -
while evil does all good dare.

So free; I am mine!
I should be dead, but I am fine.
All so carefully made right into shapes
- ways of wondrous states -
my mind eternally there stays...

Love, unconditional
brings the power over all
down from the mind, straight into'the heart
and splits apart
- making'up my new start.

Can you see it?

You see, it starts out from humanities need -
- a need to get higher in a the legal way!
As the years have gone by one another,
I've picked up some ways of many others.

I thought through time I would forget...
Utilising, and using, my mind over body.
(where no arrow tends to shoot astray)

You see, it comes from the most peculiar creed,
fractions in nature, building up captions
of creation; lingering matter, drawn to time...
In ways of revieling our selfs, we answer our feelings.

You see, you see - you see, you see

...   ...   ...   ...   ...   ...

Your enemies are sometimes those
you wouldn't believe to be...

You see...
I saw and have seen;
and still see. -
You see

The show of lies

If  it wasn't me and it wasn't you, who else could it be except for us two? Who  is there to blame, who  is there to bless?  Who  is playing this game? - I couldn't care less.

Redeeming ones being

Clarity of mind,

in concern to eternity

sets the line of what is

and what will be.

You see, it is the believe

you manifest

in your chest

which makes and creates

the role

of your sole -

ultimately guides you

to your higher goal...

- Simple as that

it is to react --- to

glory and graciousness

given from righteousness.

Each life is imported to this world

to seek true wealth of its purpose;

moving towards that "something" -

going backwards - yet growing,

yet failing its alternative goal...

---

 

Now, here's my proposal:

      If I commit every bit of myself into

nurture to dedication for the future;

giving all past issues closure...

Would you take my dare, and likewise be there?

Could you honestly care..?

Frome

Take your youth away,
and give it to the man
who walks alone, 
alone down a dark road.



Take your breath away,
and give it to the lady
who gives her word for eternity,
eternity to the valley of the dead.



Take your time 
doing these things
and I give you my word;
your sole will find piece.
 - Serenity will rule your head.

10 sec. from the mind of a psychopath

What is this, what is that? Sitting in the dark I ask my self this question over and over again...
This is this, and that is that. I hear coming from the walls... But there isn't
anybody there. So I hold my breath down, hoping I can kill my self that way but every time I do it someone interrupts me...
Little, purple, shining creature, who are you?
Are you the one, the one who gets me there in the end? Then why don't you let me do it? Just let me die! Let me end it, like everyone else who are locked up in this white room!
Ooh!
I can´t take it any more! I want it so badly, to dissolve into the abyss...

The next morning the dark is darker then dark and death is deeper in nature. 

In through

I.
   Speaker of truth,
   long grown from youth
   and making a move
   reality through...
   -it is you!

   Risen in glory
   every morning;
   you start a new story
   by braking the gory
   past, of yesterday.
   Destroy 'it carefully.

II.
   Now it's begun again,
   starts out as it has
   like always before
   and will forever more.
   So full of glory, glowing,
   gradually growing
   sparks of light
   in circulation
   of times repeated motion.

III.
   Bands of grief
   I believe
   lay within - deceiving,
   secretly receiving
   and slaying repeatedly
   soles of slavery.

IV.
   Emotions build up
   and overgrow
   gravity -
   apart splits;
   that god-given art
   which
   I've forever fallen for
   though
   never stood up against.

The Lonely Blind Girl

Aside from a low, lonely whisper

she hears this strange noize,

a banging sound of desolution

- it's just her brain.

Nowhere around is her
red and lovely sweater.

Still, she bares no hate

towards us nor has she 
nothing against us.

Becouse, hate only leads away

and not the right way, just far away.

Her voice is deep and low

yet she's eight miles high.

With her artificial snow

she touches the clear sky.

Colors of spoken language

she knows not to sence.

Leaking sounds,
rising grounds.

She smells her happiness
and thinks of righteusness.

Then through time's endless circle

she leaps, or at least she tries to,

but she tumbles.

Rolles and crumbles

and though she rises,

still she stumbles.

Now she has a brand new vision

on this mental obsession

that makes her mind

find a thought of depression.

Another dimension
with a greater expansion

gives her a taste
of an eternal solution.

It's a better place
for her kind of race

or at least that's what
she chooses to belive.

For The Youth

I sat down to write this
for the ones of the youth

for I think it's my duty to
try to tell them the truth.

Of what the real world really is to,

there's so much disorder
but yet nothin to prove.

Some sense them, some don't

and some know they are there,

those makers of evil
witch we all do despair.

Those who bare nothing
of love or good deeds,

those who are fueled by hatred and greed.

Is their mission that obvious,
to put us aside

and lock as many up
forever to hide?

Oppress the free thinking 
and controll the press

and to brainwash the puplic
with their politic-chess?

I guess I'll never know
so I encourige you

to open your eyes,
try to seek out the truth.

With these final words
jolly wishes I send

to all who are trying
to see it throuh to the end.