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

REMOUNT

We know, know how a shattered thought bit us:
That to life dragged will here be thrashed.

(Now owning the last torn down lifeline.)

Weakening down, defying that weakness is death.

These are tangled years
where the wishing doesn’t reach down to matter;
wrecked frozen unripe buds
where needs don’t manage to reach up to any will
from the fallow; the growth lands,
there lust rarely tricks itself grown above loathing.

(In front of hurtfilled opened eyes to realities
burns a cold indifference down inside; through us:
Dumbness of Worlds in all its swathing wholeness.)

Viet, the new time, taking year after year,
where blow upon blow sets the boundaries of the helpless
and harshly hits any survival with swath after swath

(This world where thinking has stayed in death
and the rotten parts of wholeness are to be cured;
leaving a new unity worthy of our lives.)

Righting here this world’s flat and foul opinions.

Life, awaken to be sharply lived with the Rights
teach that all rot inside came from outer affront
and finding no value in murdered sufficiency

Shaping Midgard’s holds and leaving all emptiness.

REMOUNT.

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