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AWAITED

 

Awaken in the moment mists climb the mountain

 

Writing three words; Not a word ―

on molten fragile leaves the winds have thrown around

 

I hasten there, up to, close to almond trees in its new,

refilling calm and leaving behind tears from a joyous

that will soon trickle me away fast against this world

as missed moments of beauty finds sorrows for days

 

Eagles and ravens follow through the valley glen

home to how Wind caresses the clouds slightly ― Home

 

Here ― over these chamomilestrewn tracks that meanders

on a gathered freodpath far away from the wound’s revilers

 

Hold me as one always awaited, present and sorely missed,

owning these memories that was worthy to be left alone

and continue to blossom sweetly here, even after my death

 

 

Shifting ―

Moving eyes between Light and the afterglow of darkness

The night has torn itself, sending lovewords to the Universe again,

kissing the stars eyes softly, tenderly, without any frailty to remain

ALMOND TREES IN BLOOM

ALMOND TREES IN BLOOM

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IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL

Leaned against this mirkened fence
are we found equally bleached,
beaten by sun, rain and winter cold

The wait was like cracks around ice-holes,
in cold, unreliable and of inadequacy,
for the scum’s loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks,
refused me to blossom anew during withering

It all carried on, kept creating that ― nothing,
when all of this suffering bred forth its pitifulness
So, show me a memory freed from complaint here,
but honourable shall to my eyes can only Knowledge be

I am the quarry of Life’s faults
with my pathfound steps

Loved
Always feared

Hated
Always hailed

IN AWAITED LUSTFALL

IN AWAITED LUSTFALL

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STONES

WISDOM!

How embarrassing you have become,

your scent too near the madhouse
sings its sorrows without any good motives

What wisdom has cannot be used

 when what wisdom lacks is asked for

From the remains think yourself clean
and take the heart freed from words,

for the thoughts upon your path

where no one wish for to wander

crawl down in the ground

where nothing can grow

and carve ruins of the years

to a paltry salary

in shadowlike kneeling,

in self-effacing moaning

*

Clean tears fall only in words,
consolidated under vanity´s shelter
where they have loved with barbed wire and mockery

to a great thrill for all our words´ tragic handouts…

*

Words to the sting, given joy filled lust,
to wishing wells´ finalized completions,
made to participating, present answers
Near the Altar of Fate nailed to remain.

Most alike the believed picture of you is hailed,
or creeps down to another backlash reaction
and becomes its own conclusions´ executioner;
slanderer, and eventually the own wills whore
therein depredated flesh from the thoughts sit
as harrowed, in ridiculous unpalatable qualms,
hailing spilling, tearing down inherited rights,
while monarchy and democracy lie stupidity

upon a conspiring and deranged slaughter table

under imitation, unwanted shiny residues,

showing the highest heights´ devised murder

*

Spring water in swamps will swamp water be.

*

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GIVE LIFE!

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Being cut new scars

Being made new deathwords

All new wither anew
Overripe means rotten

Sculpted stone is stone!
Teach the autumn leaves survival!

Cleanse me from your surfaces.

Cobweb shudder
Captured hung in pieces

Coldembraced, misharvested and patinated

At home in permafrost

Sole host and sole guest
Left burned out

Send my well documented threatening letters to Suffering
No answer

Send a complaint to the Castalian spring
Answers

Waiting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving

Our Sun rites belong to all districts
inside of Sunsigned and Treesigned

Remaining here until the Olympian

Give life, loved!
Give life in this chilled air
Give life in this sight over the district
GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE!

The Observer
cared for autographs of symbolism
and honëstly missed glad memories
all while the creeks so deeply dug
had not yet reached to the oceans

The Collector
wished for words of diamonds,
an utility game against vermin´s dancing
That the pen, the weak´s defense,
once again would usurp the feel of living

Numbing unwillingness is starved

Nightly cleansing baths

Drinking healing spring water as an obsessed

The Sun glitters over the valley 

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LIVSMAKT!

KOM VINDAR! STORMAR!

KOM LIVSMAKT! I BLOD FRÅN BLOD!

KOM TIDENS KRAFT ODENS MAKT!

 

GUDARNA ÄR LIVETS OCH DÖDENS VILLKOR

STÄNDIGT NÄRVARANDE OCH ÖVERSTÄLLDA!

 

ÅT FRÄNDESKÄMDA VÄMJELSERNA NEKA TALAN!

VRÄK BORT GÖMT I DRÖM OCH ARLAT TILL INTET!

LÅT SANNINGEN STUMMA DUNKEL OCH TVEKAN!

VIET ÄGER ENSAMT MIDGÅRD OCH VIGER IN LIVET!

 

STRIDEN SLITER DREVAR FRAM SLUTGILTIG HÄMND

OCH BLODET BLÖTER BARKEN RINNER RÄTTA SPÅR!

 

VI ÄDLAR HÄR SANNINGEN, ÄRAN OCH RÄTTEN!

VI TAR HEM KÄRLEKEN, FRIHETEN OCH MAKTEN!

LAGEN ÄR ATT VI SKA BLI DET VI ÄR!

 

KOM TIDENS KRAFT ODENS MAKT!

KOM LIVSMAKT! I BLOD FRÅN BLOD!

KOM VINDAR! STORMAR!

 

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HÄMNDENS BREV

Var i ett sinne dröjande,

i enkelt nystade orsaker

inhyst ett ohjälpligt tomt rum:

 

Väntan.

 

De dragna; korten ligger tvingade och tröstlösa,

sällan riktigt dugliga, kvardröjda ett hårt och tiget

 

Ditlagda; taggarna fyller Stigen upp till Skyarna

och håller sig glömda för sinnesro och likgiltighet

 

Hugger in; mina skrik på fångstgroparnas sidor

och klarar labyrinterna genom att aldrig inträda…

 

Skriver Hem; till Sanningen

om bortglömda och tärande Livsvillkoren:

 

Ni kräver mig till ensamväxt och hjärtlösheter,

att orkeslöst syna saknadens obotliga orsaker!

 

Se här den förstående tolkaren av sin längtan

vilken aldrig fruktade känslor kunde dö än mer

erkänna sig stannat med vidöppnade blickar

och sorgligen kan känslor nu inte trubbas ner

i det osköna tynandet framväxt till lidandet

medan verkan ständigt samlar simpla ursäkter.

 

Men,

vill ändå erbjudas en enda skälig morgondag

vilken härnere vägrar älta sönder redan klarlagt.

 

Allt är så dumt…

att det endast med ord kan anses vishet vara.

 

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ULTIMATUM

Å! Ni så lättköpta, maktlösa och skändade,

infångade skabbade med olusten fastnade,

tömda på rättigheter; Nödtvunget trasade!

 

Ni…

 

Ni! Bortglömda kvar i ett slitet och skämt

Ni! Ögonslött dränkta i ständig kvicksand

Ni spårlöst lämnade vara handfallna,

ni veka och ringa, lyss ett slag!

 

Länge nog har önskat letats nere hos oönskat

medan inbillningar vittjats tömda på glädjen

där falskt funnet tänkvärt kvälja otänkt tyckt

och ansträngt spillt kraft på ynkliga behoven

 

Blott misantroper klarar älska vad vår värld blivit

medan fråntagna och krossade löften har mortlats

ty ogräset självt har trängts i törst efter vårt blod,

omkring, och nere, på de smittade källornas plats

 

Och få vågar önska litet mer än duga till kräk…

 

Det är mig ändå bitande bittert att bryta

med det sönderslagna samhällets slagna

där lytta och yrande kräva Livet lytt vara

 

Näppeligen.

 

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I KLARHET ― IMMA

GLÄDJE! Smid här i din styrka, 

var ständigt Viet ädlaste vishet att famna 

och ljuvande glittra, glimma, I KLARHET ― IMMA

*

SANNING! Äran är all kärlek, 

Livet segrat högt och värdigt genom ensamma

hemligheter hällda blodet, I KLARHET ― IMMA 

*

MAKTER! Öppna vår Verklighet, 

nu varsamt vidrör skyarnas ristade mylla 

och vaksamt låt oss stanna kvar, I KLARHET ― IMMA 

I KLARHET ― IMMA

I KLARHET ― IMMA

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SPRICKORNA

Tänker mig ta årtag mellan åkeröarna

och fara orörd förbi;

i värnlös färd fram till en ny gryning

 

 

Kvarhållen…

medan de skrivna molnen tätnar synen

har färdigblänkt vishet grusats och slocknats

 

Kvar inom saknade framtider När minnen söndrats

 

*

 

Är fragment att sammanfoga

Trådslitna skygglapparna att kasta

En undangömd stigfinnares åldrade hjärta

 

Vi eller Ni,

nödgade gulla med lidandet för dess fulhets skull

 

Vi, har lidit nog,

runnit i renaste källådern,

 

åt andra

 

 

Otillräckligheten har givit här mer än tillräckligt

när Döden bitvis fångat oss livsmärkta; för länge…

 

 

Har spårat frustrationerna; själva tillståndet,

sätter i hjärtan ett rep att snara skabben med

 

Du vet, var så hjärtsvulten, tvingad fagra ögat,

överdosera skönheten i en söndertrasad värld

där djurlivet nu är ställt eftertraktat att uppnå

 

Du,

det måste komma fram vackerdagar hitin snart

 

 

Tala.

SPRICKORNA

SPRICKORNA

 

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WHO IS 1 SIGFRIDSSON?

(Reblogged from 23/12-12.)

Interview with 1 SIGFRIDSSON on his birthday.

Tell me about your upcoming books.

It will be two books with poetry. Little bits of Knowledge in it here and there. Then there is another book that is on hold, maybe it will be cut up and posted on a homepage. We will see. My chances of becoming a ”established writer” are drained anyway. Not that I would even care to wish for that.

Today most writers try to get their share of egoistical recognition with pointless provocations while they drag themselves and the recipients further down the spiral. At this point in time I have the choice of writing meaningless poetry for a few or do poetry that is clever for less than a few. I don´t stand a chance in this helpless and hopeless society. The warped illusions are so overwhelming in this world. There will be a demand for my writing when conformity and normality will become fairly sane again.

What are your plans for the future?

I wish to be more pretentious. Then simply to separate the high from the low forever. I write everything for the future and my future is already done.

You worked with music before. Wish to tell us something about that?

Not really. I had a small and independent production company that released some records and organized concerts. Did that for a couple of years and I worked in a mix between DIY and semi-professional. I honestly regret every second of it. A total of ten years of my life down the drain for nothing.

Did two dumb interviews a while back where I took the retro-perspective on music and went along with it. However, I honestly think that almost all music made in this deranged period reeks. I remember when I started with music that I thought that everyone must be involved in some kind of ongoing joke about music that I wanted to find out about.

I did a fanzine that looked really horrible, I could easily have made it look like a proper magazine. Had the idea that if I did it a bit lower then it would not strain me to better it for the next issue… (This could possibly be a sign of an underacheiver.) Never had the thinking that one should always try the best one can. It all seemed so pointless. And I was right. I am embittered by the whole thing.

I recall that I was against censorship meanwhile being unaware to that people became rotten by consuming the junk-culture. Handing out ”praise to scum” was a normality in ”our” society to accept. I cared for nothing happening in society as it seemed so boring. Etc.

OK. That might be a bit insulting to some. I do see a bit of what you are getting at here. Do you believe that you are better than everyone else?

I am not saying that at all. I’m merely pointing out that there are some key ingredients that are lacking in the minds to be able to produce something really good. I have all my high hope in the future to come.

If we take my presented writing and hobby photography as an example, then you see that I have a quite low standard, partly deliberately, and partly as I hold it to be good enough. I don’t even care to have a proper camera and I just needed to get a few photos to fill my books, my blogs and then some background photos that I could use for a magazine.

So, I’m not a narcisssist by any stretch of the imagination. If you wish to perceive it like that, then that is sad. I just possess Knowledge others lack at the moment. Simple as that.

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1 SIGFRIDSSON

From where do you get inspiration? What is the Knowledge you mention?

Truth and my cleaned mind is my main inspiration. Inspiration also comes from nature, being the only place where I feel that there is something worthy embracing at the moment. Nature and existance itself is also known as The Unknown God to whom The Gods turn.

I remember the breaking point for me some sixteen years ago. I stopped what I was doing and sold the junk I could get rid off and then burned the rest of my belongings. Moved around, on the run, working extremely hard to find The Answer. I had to practice ”the art of imploding” instead of being creative to prove that I existed to others.

Made my antidote against my foes. I absolutely alienated all my old friends, they became convinced that I had lost my marbles. They still believe that. I can’t really blame them for it. Looking at the society we now have to live under and are victims of, then I can be seen as their enemy of all that junk they are forced into believing.

The Knowledge I have come from ”forefathers” that I know and have met. Also, my own memory brings back much Knowledge. I promise that I now would never say or do anything that I’m not completely certain about.

You wanted to be a writer before this happened?

Yeah, if I didn’t know what I do know then I would probably have had a small career as a writer and musician.

I am all for creativity, still that is not really where I should focus my own time with down here. I will be looked upon as someone who has ”strange opinions” and that live after the ”assumption” that The Gods are real. Until I am proven right. You ask me for proof? I say you should learn how to read history first. The Truth is exactly the opposite of what the majority now are able to accept any knowledge of. I rightfully feel a strong ”pena ajena” against almost everyone at this point.

Are you Odinist or Asatru? What made you believe in this?

Both. Neither. Closest, from others viewpoint, would be a Universal Odinist. I don’t believe. I truly know. My writing will be overlooked because of this connection with ”Asatru”. I’m not even trying to be accepted as a ”follower of The Gods” or something like that. I have no contact at all with anyone outside of us here that actually know that The Gods are real and the full impact and significance of this. The rest are beyond reach at this point.

There is a notion that many have that they more or less need to be superhuman to be accepted by The Gods and that Asatru is only for somewhat ”perfect people”. So, they believe that there is little point in even trying to reach Asgard if they have any flaws. If you are worthy then you will be accepted. Seriously, it is never enough to just follow The Gods with words, you have to work for it or remain useless to the realities of life.

I know that most people are triggered to react like retarded children against eveything outside their current consensus. I pity that they are now made to think and behave exactly like our hated foes. That was their final goal. Happy now?

Laugh it up and deny it if you can. There will be humble pie later.

Your poetry is filled with some passages that are hard for me to understand.

As I stated earlier, I write for a future that is nearby. You need to know a few obvious things to be able to read it. There are some poems that are written pretty simple and without any ”passages” so that anyone could read them without problems. Some of the temporary translations I have made are terrible. I cringed a bit when I published them on my blog. The poems ”Give life!”, ”Stones” and ”Gotsala” are alright for now.

This might surprise some when I say this, but I don’t strive to become a ”poet”. The pressure involved to write really immaculate poetry made me take another angle at it. I also have to say that everything written from your own identity and perspective is meaningless without Truth. There is no ”my own truth”. That is simply ridiculous. My own writing might be ”personal”, but here and there it takes on the identity of the sum of everything and Knowledge. I sound very odd now. Anyway, that is as close as I wish  to explain it.

I´m not sure if I fully understand this. You seem to have anger against society, writers and culture?

Absolutely. I am against junk. On the contrary, I do really care for writing, culture, arts and estetics. Real culture is what binds The Gods together with humanity, apart from the blood that we all share. So, yes, I do care for what culture should be and can be. The present junk-culture that is everywhere is just filthy and it causes suffering and death. As a whole the ”culture” is so filthied by the foes of The Gods. I mean, unbelievably filthied, to the point that it now must be trashed.

Trash all culture?

Junk-culture is not my definition of culture. For future reference then: I took an Oath to fulfill. I constantly have that responsibility with me. Most are partly clueless to what I’m referring to right now and fail to see clearly. They don’t even have the patience to read and try to understand what I’m telling them. The reason is that they haven’t been collectively informed. That’s how sad life here is. If you seriously think that I will do my books, or my homepages, for any kind of warped search for fame, then you are in the dark. I do it to be sure that some information comes out and does some good in the near future.

You claim that there is a war on society that we lack knowledge of. Would you care to broaden our understanding?

The War of all Wars is real. The War is in everything and every being in existance. Knowledge of The Gods and this War is our only hope to stay alive. If you are taught that we should be accepting towards our foes arsenal of words that brainwash and degenerate. Accepting our murderers? We are under the most extreme oppression. It will not be alright and fine by itself. Ragnarok will come. Nothing will change that.

I don’t care if you don’t like me. You don’t have to. I probably don’t like you at all. Still, that is not of any bigger interest for our goal if I think you stink or not. We don’t need to mingle. When people are unknowingly controlled by beings that constantly search to humiliate and thereby murder, then we must unite against it. Understand that they do not have any love for us at all. They are parasiting on The Gods and they hate us all. Whatever they say is of no significance at all. The only thing of any value they have managed to learn us is to show no mercy.

I have no more questions for now. Anything you want to add to this?

I have lots of things to add. I wish to be an obstacle that will always favor the sane. Remember that I will never become what you imagine me to be.

Hold Truth above all.

ODIN IS THE ANSWER.

There you have it, my dear and undear friends.