TO ADJACENT MEMORY

The most obvious for the wolf will stun the sheep.

 

Watching a killed winter sprout frozen in crap

thus recognizing the directly born down to be grave embraced

 

The poor young woods, now be they thick or thinly grown,

in a dingbat condition turning to their defiance

wherein withering itself takes all time; their crown…

 

Vulnerable,

so enigmatically agreeing with hardest experiences,

grown upon a boulder with the roots visible all around

of false conclusions; doubt, aversion, sorrow, weakness and miseries,

therein words mostly can offer up some old half measures for pity,

barely just enough to flatter with;

weak in Reality

 

These fully daydreamed danced on a night old ice ―

grossly favoured products so freed from virtue,

hold freedom in hope

for pitiful saving after evil deeds,

for youth’s dumbness wastes youths fire away

 

Real friends! Wounds come to be before suffering

and is rarely covered by the fact that done is done

where it is fought after to eat the thistles

and being most qualming thrall-food rolled in dirt;

there death will never come too soon

 to-adjacent-memory

BY ROOTED MISTAKES

Now come near what it all means.

 

TURNED RIGHT IS OUR REALITY OWNED

WARMING EVERYTHING THAT IS US MISLED

AND THROWN IN HERE FOR RIGHT AND HOLY WISE

ARE WE HERE REALLY TURNING UNSURE SURE!

 

Know well the real righted cause and effect.

 

“Step down insane for all of the insane!

Stone all the shallow contemplations veils!

Stamp coins of all unsolvable blurred thoughts!”

 

If you beg here about getting killed,

you will never get to be denied.

 

Seldom manages the future enclosed be fulfilled when

selfish dumbness on its pasture, in its killed off gladness,

sells Fate to an almost unexplainable carelessness

 

Strengthened returned will be found again

standing among conditions many weeds,

steadily between rare and… Naught.

 

Good to clearly see what emptiness shows

from where least reluctance against is most will to.

 

 

You are now what it all means.

BY ROOTED MISTAKES

TRU KNOW TIME (E-BOOK)

TRU KNOW TIME – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47 – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

THE UNTIMELY

Want to save this moment from escaping,

for it is irreplaceable ― irresistible ―

almost unsparingly fair ― undefiled

 

 

Calmed, by misplaced sun warmth

(the betraying), to take myself a freod filled moment

 

(Wholly and fully as a dumb animal who right away,

instantly forgets, when a little heat reaches to look in.)

 

 

Trees, continuing the raining, in a well-aimed loan

compounded with sighing, home to its certainty

 

Woods, slayed again on its leaves, on its flowers and straws,

molded to clouds and soils service in a secret

 

 

There was something well-known…

 

about all this helpless nuisance,

this here too barren established;

that Life become Death’s only joke

 

returning to soon be the lost

 

 

And while burdened steps cry away the dust of the road

the pouring rain fills an already overfilled water keg

THE UNTIMELY

AFORE BEAUTY DIES

Where fallow stayed accessible for years

gleaming in its coldest nightstones; calling

inside the forests snow-covered darkness

as night grew all its frost ready; to cling

 

Watching the remains sunken down in blood.

 

(My intensive double eyes

telling about my earlier lives,

remember now my clearest traces.)

 

 

Following my longings impossible demands,

 

That,

 

which never at any time will caress;

cutting a heart that thought too hard; My grave.

 

 

And all my beauty is now dead, as yours,

which in all of you so wrench and aggrieve

 

 

Missing me. My longing is cured.

FINDING. AM. BRED.

I am the new essence matured.

 

 

Extinguishing all my wounds suffering,

and awake, afore beauty dies, once more.

SPRING FLOWERS 1

DÄR SKÄRVSTENAR STÅR

Val är sten på blommor

eller blommor på sten

NI DÄR! Följ mig hit och med på snirklande myrstigar

fortsättandes ner genom ängsmarken; just denna Vår

vilken omgjord med smältvatten snart rinner över i…

 

Sommaren, gick förbi återkastande andra små sommarminnen

här uppe på enbackarna och åkeröarna; nere vid bäckarna

vänder vi famnen runt rödlysande fullmatade smultrondiken

 

Vattenspegeln slumrade fastnad vidare nere i sänkan

med barret och dammet simmande på Så sött retande

 

Vi ska se att osynligt lyftas skärvstenar där bakom gläntan

av tungsint härdade i varje vrå Ändå lekande

 

Vyerna är här tillåtna vara oss vidsträckta,

åtkomliga, åt oss hastigt infångade innan…

 

Hösten, dofterna runtom blotat trä och svamp i fuktig mossa

från ett tystnat gömsle där ett endaste löv har klamrat sig fast;

följer sann livsglädje på upptäcksfärd efter sevärt; oupptäckt.

 

Det mojnade medan ån tystnade till nedanför åsen

och bredvid mig satt en froströks täthet i ett leende;

i sina snötyngda Vintergrenars vintervackra sken

 

Vi hemvänder inom Jordmånen!

Vi slår fram våra år i bergen!

Vi bryter åder!

DÄR SKÄRVSTENAR STÅR