DAGAZ

WILL

STRENGTH

KNOWLEDGE

MIGHT

HOLINESS

LOVE

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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

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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

MORE THAN LOVE

 

Seldom do futile words about love take on a living,

but leave in defiance its new ruins everywhere.

 

Listen in here carefully now, sneerlife;

Wrong in the head gives wrong in the eyes.

Right in nothing own rights to nothing.

Shut thereafter kindly your slow snout.

 

Advice on advice writes a starving harvest

wording a wisdom stolen from nonsense

wherein tiresome words are endowed pity

so like raisins showing the full grape vine

 

We know all too well that been and had are us a wretch to harvest

so keep all your filthy, wry-legged and weakmoulded words

where all regretted ”love” always takes its way home to be hated

 

Hear the laughter at your comparing of mutual infantilities to be sane

and find you thereafter that the will to your wrongs are missing here,

furthermore that more than love is not a mystery; The name remains.

 

Rip from its hold

that cleanest emotions have here too hard been used up,

that the fairest scum creeps in line before foulest!

 

Rip from its hold that suffering and death stand all near!

 

Take to its hold

that Honour will outshine petty survival,

that only Truth does own us in real Beauty!

MORE THAN LOVE

MORE THAN LOVE

LIFEOWNED!

But you, come here and right me to gladly become your wrongs.

Taking swings with swords aimed at your neck.

Slaying now your words without hold.

 

But you, with your head off you will shut it by yourself later on?

 

Killing all the insane’s dreams.

 

Killing doesn’t trouble me mentionable,

worse would be if this wasn’t done, with One,

for in the unknowing nothing is learnt

except for a piece of meat that will die.

 

Fully fooled will get killed

with the aged and worn inscription:

 

KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE

 

But see! This went uncurtailed home to nil experience.

 

Content with digging up justice for the unjust bastards

and want a grudge in being worst animal for pity.

 

(In a contemporaneously; hear the stinking retards

scream lies about their own attraction and full dignity.)

 

Have here emptyhanded freed the cultivated,

have in haste dug up violated non-years as they sow:

 

BELIEVE WHAT YOU KNOW.

 

But, that which is unwanted drags down that which is wanted:

scum rave so usefully and pigheadedly,

letting vexed be and very quickly search for more.

Lying unconscious and conscious.

 

 

 

Striking at life with a weak: “Possibly”,

to always use as an approvable excuse to throw:

 

KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.

 

 

You,

who tear up easier by your executioner’s songs

than your own imposed and legitimated sorrows, listen:

We,

we do know that our world is decayed and everywhere raped

with control: Shaping defect normality’s, guilt unpaid.

You, it was done all too easily, that now must be said…

 

Let me now with sympathy mention something Obvious:

Refuse waste solace on what is hopeless.

 

Initiate immediately to work for The Choice and now;

 

KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

 

NEW TIME IS HERE.

 lifeowned