THE CRACKS

Thinking myself taking oar strokes between the field islands hills

and sail by untouched;

in defenseless journey forward into a new dawn

 

Detained…

while the written clouds dense the sight

have gleamed-through wisdom been graveled and extinguished

 

Remaining in missing futures ― when memories rupture

 

*

 

Am in fragments to piece together

Threadthorned blinkers to throw off

A hidden away pathfinders aging heart

 

We or You,

forced to cuddle with suffering for its ugliness sake

 

We, have suffered enough,

streamed in the cleanest well

 

for others

 

 

Insufficiency has gifted more than enough

while Death bit by bit caught us life-marked

 

too long

 

Have traced the frustrations; the conditions itself,

setting in hearts a rope to snare the scab carriers

You know, was so heartstarved, forced to fair my eye,

overdose beauty in a torn down world

where animal life now is set as a goal to reach up to

You,

there must come in prettier days here soon

Speak.

THE CRACKS

THE CRACKS

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

TRU KNOW TIME (E-BOOK)

TRU KNOW TIME – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

HARSHLY TURNED INWARDS

Have seen through life and little is left me unseen.

The Now, is since long seen, already hatched,

to its very last drop a home-birded and tired.

Time,

there presage moved gifted unexpected possibilities

in the false promises that are ripped apart inside by the miraged

 while just running away from the latest cancelled occurrences…

But, still…

awoke to something unreachable and desirable in me,

as it would be a life without any words, rich with other than trash.

At long last given here entry to an Enlightened New Time;

an age where the new pen cease being so meaningless and mightless.

Wished deeds step onwards. None gets away.

Hear a last warning filled with severity.

All is altered.

INFÅNGAT! 6

HARSHLY TURNED INWARDS

THE NEW TIME

It is most certainly not a hidden secret, or for many anything that can be forgotten that the Worlds and the Gods exist. This is the most repeated, and at the same time the clearest answer our world’s history has to take care of and offer our lives. The only Knowledge that always gets claimed impossible to get affirmed is left for humanity more clearly than anything to see. The most likely and the only really valuable for us all is true.

The New Time that soon will emerge, or rather re-emerge, is one in the line of the Gods’ reincarnations that like a law and rule again will continue shape our world. This time, this must be mentioned, this has been much harder to manifest as the earlier reincarnations of “The Seven Gods” failed to show about four hundred years ago. Anyone who would search for the Knowledge will clearly come to see simultaneous changes that have occurred during thousands of years back inside the people and our Culture in all parts of this world. These mildly put revolutionizing occurrences left traces no one can continue to ignore or cover over with any kind of manipulations.

The Knowledge and the traditions real functions and use will be brought in to a new reminder. With this follows the re-established, improved and repeated renewal of this world. The forming of the high cultures and the correcting recovery of the Knowledge, or sanity if you so wish, are undeniably essential need to humanity as the only possible way back to a healthy honour and dignity in life. The consciousness about the Gods’ existence is also the only self-defence for humanity’s survival. (As always these very simple and clear facts will be fought against in all conceivable ways in the War.)

Ignorance is a deadly weapon and the strongest inner foe, which already done what should be completely unthinkable in all countries; inside our owned societies. The War of all Wars works itself in the open and hidden with certain people, or beings if you wish it mentioned like that, who are mostly unknowing tools where the little parts of Truth they do know of is close to nothing of worth for these; the foes’ shaped and used scum, seeing as this would comprise the fact that they are nothing and lack all rights in our world. We are all forced and involved partakers in the War of all Wars, which to sum it up is about the Might over our shared existence: Our life or our death.

This world now looks mostly like something made to snare anyone that searches after Knowledge and freedom, but this is an illusion aimed at the poor in Knowledge and that state will soon be a bleak memory. The possibilities with using presages in order to prematurely arrange after constructions are being used to the maximal and have shown themselves to be a weapon of unparalleled strength. Undoubtedly has Viet suffered severe defeats long enough, but we now have the greatest gain of truthful; real and working presages until Ragnarok. We must all hold our lives awake inside the Knowledge about the Gods and the War, as there is no choice to be made.

Beyond our Gods that can protect us there is only filth, dumbness, suffering and a final death.

THE NEW TIME

AS AXE BLOW

Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.

 

There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.

 

(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)

 

 

The surpassed present time is without real answers

and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection

 

Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;

last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief

 

IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!

TAKE THE FINAL STEP!

 

Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,

and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!

 

BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!

NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!

 

 

It begins.

 

Enter to the present time with something monumental:

 

TRUTH.

AS AXE BLOW

THE HILLSIDE SMITH SECRET

Sleeplessly resting in a fragile hint,

so alike a water circle offers shallowness;

sighted shortly and withheld; so moving

 

 

Tracing then the water in the forest-creek down to the river.

 

Waiting here. Observing with a careful watchfulness.

 

Counting everything musingly and cultivating my freedom.

 

 

Honour is never anything other than right; wise and truthful,

unthinkable to therein search after any hidden motives.

 

 

Sleeping safely next to the hillside smith at summer-dawn.

 

Relief comes when Life again will be enough.

 

Letting fastidious be me reasonable and healthy.

 

 

Opportunities, the now’s possibilities avoided me steadily

and persistently bitterness bites memories sown,

cock-sure and clearly; in benefit for worthlessness

 

 

But, I have a prevalent advantage in clearest excess;

 

I am foresighted on the Holy Path Home to Valhalla.

THE HILLSIDE SMITH SECRET