FORCED WILL CHOSEN

Acknowledging my honour and sweetest high-lineage,
I stop smoothing over my well-deserved nuisance:

Scoffing at the revolting; useless to this world,
remaining in solved questions and hardened riddles.

Agreeing with truisms and people’s will,
when that fully and gratuitously has been attended.

Stabbing dead meaningless opinions!
Axing down bumptious pretences!
Leaving sense against wicked deeds!

Gather thoughtful goods:

Know that Truth, Honour and the Rights of Might,
don’t serve our foes as weaponry
as all here now is owned by Viet.

Reasons for an honourable Life is Life’s claim:

Remember that rich owns the Light:
Caring for Life’s Goodness;
path to insight and dearest life value.

Truth is our sufficient property.
FORCED WILL CHOSEN

WHERE THE DEW NEVER DRIES

It was in a time before silence was altered ―

just as daybreak came walking across the region
while cloudshadows swept onwards ― observing.

And the world set ― in Dumbness; uncountable scars
where excessive junk searched of ways to be charming…

(Myself? Wandered free there the dew never dries
and all of Life’s paths showed forward to Odin.)

We vaguely remembered safety and honestly owned excess,
real life in beauteous honour ― a longing home to Asgard;
to grow well rooted value only Goodness could bid Us.

(Obeying my steps. Leaving the bare ground opened traces
in time before the first snow will return as a threat.)

Skillfully, surely all too well, Truth answers:

“Tear down any seeming solace ― it is venality: Death.

We have foes to correct; to pay our plight, in our sight,
for naught stand more fairer grown than killed lies in life.

Let shatter the nightmareyears. Give Truth to hate and cure.

BE HONOURED! MIGHT AND GLADNESS! SET YOUR LIFE’S ROOT!”


THERE THE DEW NEVER DRIES

TVINGAD VILJA VALD

Tillkännager min ära och sötaste andryghet;
upphör översläta välförtjänt odräglighet:

Hånler åt frånstötande; odugliga i världen,
kvar i lösta frågor och gåtor vilka härdats.

Håller instämmande med i truismer och folkvett
när detta framsynt och storsint har mig åtgärdats.

Krokar dött meningslösa åsikter!
Yxar ner struntviktiga svepskälen!
Lämnar vettet mot illdåd och fånar!

Inhämta tänkvärt gods:

Vet att Sanning, Ära och Makträtten,
duger fienden föga till vapen,
eftersom allt här nu tillhör Viet.

Orsakerna till ärbart liv är Livets krav:

Minns att rik äger Ljuset:
Vårdande Livets Godhet,
stigen till insikt och käraste livsvärdet.

Sanningen är vår tillräckliga vara.

TVINGAD VILJA VALD

DAGAZ

WILL

STRENGTH

KNOWLEDGE

MIGHT

HOLINESS

LOVE

.

Option and will’s contradicting Truths

became in growth compelling illusions,

to gain given for the strange twistings

that become feeblemoulded reactions:

.

Selfish need

Imagined hatred

Guessing’s drivel

Thievery’s fraud

Unreachableness’ theory

Emptiness’ survival strategy

.

It dawns to cry off the unclean time’s burden,

the counterfeit rights will be taken away

Life was brought here and given Viet to inherit

and one’s own will shall enriched be recalled

.

TIME TURNS TO LAID FRUITION!

LET THE WINE OF CLARITY FLOW!

COME GLADNESS! BE HERE! LIVE US!

COME INHERITED AND STRENGTHENED!

COME TO THE NEW DAWN!

.

RAISE YOURSELF FREEDOM!

STEP FORWARD GLADNESS!

BE MY LAWS!

DAGAZ

DAGAZ

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