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ATT TILL LIVET TIGGA

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Kvar vid en längtan stannades våra famntag kvar,

 i döda ord, tryckta mot åkervätan att vägras gro

(Ta vår kärlek ur irrgarnets svar på nattsvärtad mo)

 

Våra ljuvhetsstunder sökte förgäves efter sina fästen
ty hårt vid ruelsen tänker hoppet oss här ensamäga

(Solkat och färdigtärt hjärtan i torften tvingats ligga)

 

Det är mig ett okärat hån att återspegla:

Att till Livet tigga

 

 

Har väntat,

skimrat oss fast i stoftets hjälplöshet,

vägrat ointagliga murarna, ställt livlek,

befallt oårens ovisa olust en ändlighet:

Att brytas hårt och gravas

 

 

Dröjer här

 

Lärd Död:

Livet smittat genom sitt tärande

 

Har talat ljuvat ― Rört ett nära skimmer,

samt; Värdigt hatat

 

 

Köld,

älska vårt avsked

 

 

Värm upp marken.

ATT TILL LIVET TIGGA

ATT TILL LIVET TIGGA

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LIVING ABOVE THE ILLUSION

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Ever had the feeling that life at the present is a big set up, especially made to work against your will and anything good happening in your life? What if that was correct and not just a feeling? Welcome.

I could tell about my life and the different shades of negativity and darkness, the strangeness and bitterness that life brings here. Nobody outside those who know would believe it, so… Later.

I think daily about a multitude of things that I should do. I have to start making some goals here in this worthless life that surrounds me, right now.  Or later. 

TRAVEL

TRAVEL

I have been around the block a few times. Travelling is what you do when you have no life and wish to imagine that you are doing something with your life. I guess it is all pretty much the same everywhere in this mono-cultural world, that of course call itself multi-cultural… This upside-down-world breeds the most dumb animals, and if you think that “things just happen”, then you are one of these victims. I pity you. Let me define what culture is. Later.

I hate to travel. Carrying around stuff you need. The strain of being forced into meeting people you would prefer to see dead. The waiting for planes or buses and the smelly rides. Travelling is like eating a huge cake that taste like crap and it is full of fat that you have to work the rest of your life to get rid of. Was the sunset in that vacation spot worth it? 

PRETTY PLACES LIKE ME

PRETTY PLACES LIKE ME

To have everything and not being able or permitted to use it. Can anyone else imagine that frustration? Ah well, beauty is all our eyes need to survive another day. I tried this for a longer period: Avoiding everything that was not strikingly beautiful. Almond trees in bloom and a stunning landscape helped me with that. Not a good idea. Still, I have done a few things that I knew was less than good ideas; like trying to live like a homeless for a period some seven years ago. The list is small for these private tests on life and reality, and it does not feed my need for knowledge and insight enough. The wages are not enough. Everyone would hate me if I did not try to be more human, so there you go. Love me tender.

BURNING NOTES

BURNING NOTES

Things have been so slow the last two years. To think about being creative and producing is a start, but when it halts there…

I love this world, but this present illusion is not this world. I LIVE ABOVE THE ILLUSION. That is why you hate me. Love me. Later.

 

 

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BLOOD TRACKS

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Think of faded traces of blood in the woods

turned into dust

in a final kiss of grey

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Two footprints under the grass

Two dead at this place again

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Our eyes still remain

crowned over perfection

for we kissed the lack of death

and put stone on thistle

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Awaken,

seen in wounds

Heal,

we heal

STONE ON THISTLE

STONE ON THISTLE

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I ÄNNU ETT HÖSTFALL

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Dröm mig i rönnkransade Höstskogars dagrar
där skimmer fastnar invid sovande gärden
medan en bräckt imma famlar, lyfter ― Stiger

 

Och ett mjukt regn sveper ― Vårdkasen väser

 

Färdas dimhöljd

Snart det randas igen ― Igen

 

 

Vakar tassemark, leker med torrat lövrassel,

äter mina tistlar noga och skänker leenden

nedan lidna dagarnas grådask skyar speglat

 

Och har ensam fastnat ― Där Tiden stannat

 

De nästan obemärkta vågorna i bergsbäcken

lyssnar när vid de ljuvande regnstänken,

åser skogen glesnas i sakta takt med Hösten

och visste att löven skulle falla här ― Igen

 

Färdas dimhöljd ― Spårlöst

Snart det randas igen ― Igen

 

Når ett arlat kärr i slött lövfällande,

härinne får friden smekande mildra

 

Du, Höstmark, är Dödens vilsna järtecken

 

 

Och strax hördes Vinternattsvinden ropa

I ÄNNU ETT HÖSTFALL

I ÄNNU ETT HÖSTFALL

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LIGHT CAME!

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THIS IS THE FORCE TROTH HAVE SIGNED!
THIS IS THE MIGHT OF THE HOLY RITE!

SHOW YOURSELF

TRANSFORM YOURSELF

YOU ARE SOWED TO BE LOVED!

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SOWING THE GROUND!

EMBRACING THE WIND!

CLIMBING OUT OF WINTER!

AWAKENING THE HOLDER OF THE LIBATED BLOOD!

THIS IS SHELTER FOR THE ENCLOSURED

WITH THE FUTURE OUT OF HOMELESSNESS!

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THIS IS VIET GIVEN OUT FROM THE HIDDEN,

BURIETH TO ENNOBLEMENT OF THE TRUTH!

WARRIORS LIVE THEIR GAIN WITH WISDOM

AND LET FUTILENESS SLIP AND FALL DEAD!

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TO THE SWORDS!

CAST THE WORLDS AWAY FROM ANGUISH!

LIFE HAS BEEN DRIVEN HERE FROM THE HIGH,

TO THE HARD CHOOSEN CHOICES WITHOUT CHOICE!

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BEAR SHALL TEAR, ULV BITE,

SNAKE STRIKE AND RAVEN RIP!

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LIGHT CAME!

TURN AND WITHOUT REST WANDER HOME!

SUN

SUN

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NEW BOOK COVER?

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I have this new collection of poetry to be published that I have dragged on for years now. It is far from my top-priority and I tend to get lazy and not finding creativity worthwhile anymore. Any ambitions with my poetry that I had in the past is long gone. So, I picked this photo. I might have some better photos, but my name on top and the title under seem to fit in well on this. Is it good enough or to grainy?

1 SIGFRIDSSON BOOK

1 SIGFRIDSSON BOOK

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RAMBLINGS (NEW YEAR ADVANCE SESSION)

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This world is a migraine attack. I, it is always I, get it now…

I sit in this forest night and day, caught counting falling leaves that wish for me to stay. These mountains no longer whisper me as ravens. I have no fear to fear. Finally, the sorrows have eaten too many meals on my behalf.

I know my futures and I have seen my paths; the choices of somethings and nothings that can never become enough for me. For others all that could be looked upon as “experiences”; all these living nightmares in those dead hearts that need perfume while looking into buying another meagre meal ticket in a deranged world. The unwanted are living the Illusion to trade with the other unwanted and useless. Laugh or cry?

I really had a horrible year. Again. Set-up some scum and made no friends. Again. Travelled to where I didn’t want to travel. Again. Rehearsed a play that never will see the light. Set fire to manuscripts that will never see the light. Read in some of my older poetry. Wrote a little that maybe will see the light. By now you can clearly see that I am this miserable person without any life at all. That is partly right. My life is playing the waiting game. I know my days to come and what will await me. I should feel hate and love and all the other things that make me shine so very brightly, still I do know that the quality of my life is about a million times higher than the average person due to Knowledge, but the downsides my friends, due to those “other people”…

I irritate “other people” sometimes by having no interest and absolutely no respect for whatever they do and whatever they foolishly believe they are. If not with The Gods then you are less than nothing. Should I have hatred or pity for “other people”? I take my pick later on.

Anyway, being “Asatru” in a world where so many are held under siege in the War of all Wars that they are quite clueless about; Life itself and its Realities, is of course a strain to live through. In the future nobody will be able to imagine how life was here at present… I have written several articles on these matters that I never published, apart from one that was up for a short while, and some only spread around and looked at by some people I have, or had, contact with. It is a waiting game. Time that is.

Time.

BED FOR HATRED

BED FOR HATRED