TRUTH’S MERCY

July 22, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

You, you so roseborn and luminous,

in guise and lifted into nothingness,

out of fear blunted blind and bound,

selling grief all its laughable advices

You, you lie springless and inconsolable,

in famine outside of Truth’s Mercy

This is tragic

It is the broken’s tears

This is freedom in a world of dross

You weathered down call yourself perfect

while life’s dumb illusions become wills

and thoughts shape more dumbness

to explain reasons for all dumbness

Waivers of the only raised above

are tolerating vexed ridiculous ideals,

defined out from futilities’ stomachs

and will be found where miseries hunts

For while all High is praised

you love with what is spoiled

Ends

scraped forth

in suffering

where naught was

and soon forgotten

in turned sight’s snaring deeds

Warming this powerless pathfinder

which should loathe suffering’s might,

before he here infected will self-starve

outside the existence of Truth’s mercy

ON ROSECOVERED SNARES` PATH

July 17, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Weedbundles to catch

Nettles to eat

Blindfolds to carry

Walls to bury

Life to sort

In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved

sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane

while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug

Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched,

grubbing in exchangable Nothing,

turns around,

not unlike stinking and staring cows

And hardships small bread crumbs look good in darkness’ corner

while the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs

Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down

in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness

Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences

But, unclean will remain being Gladness’ most rare guests

Weedbundles to throw

Nettles to grow

Blinfolds to burn

Walls to build

Life to sort

WINDSIDES

July 6, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey

(Enough about that.)

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the evening

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) drink thaw

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams from the Sun broke in over the district

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.

WINDSIDES

ULTIMATUM

June 10, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

You so easily bought, mightless and tarned,

trapped scabby with the loss of lust caught,

fully emptied of rights: Necessarily trashed!

You…

You! Forgotten remaining in a worn and fouled

You! Eyetiredly drowned in permanent quicksand

You tracelessly left to be helpless,

you filthy weak and meek, listen up a while!

Long enough has wished for been searched down in unwanted

while illusions has been emptied of gladness

where false found thought-worthy qualm unthought thought

and exertedly spilled its power on the pitiful needs

Only misanthropists can love what our world has become

while deprived and crushed promises been mortarized

for the weed itself has scuffled in thirst after our blood,

around, and down, at the poisoned well’s places

And few wish little more than to qualify as wretch…

It is me anyway so bitingly bitter to break

with ripped apart society’s broken

where the crippled and dizzy demand Life to crippled be

Hardly.

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

May 29, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

alike a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whispering:

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded, in your lone dying

We are left here, a shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

(Got dragged here through the lands inside darkness

Carried over all the time distances, stones and ices)

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

I DO NOT DREAM IN FREE LIT MAGAZINE III

April 24, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Here we go again. Third time in Free lit Magazine. The article to read is “I do not Dream”. I did contribute with a poem, but… I am not good enough anymore for poetry. Anyway, here you go folks.

1 SIGFRIDSSON AS ONE (E-BOOK)

March 19, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

First book in English.

AWAITED

March 9, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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

TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES

March 6, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

INITIATING.

Here all eyes begin

and take us from seeing

of sagacious similarities

home to the realities

Strewing you with thistles,

for that to be sieved is already dead

Taking my blue away from your eyes

A slab of meat left

Taking those mirrors of shallowness

Striking the laughter you gave

Duped remained your life

Taking you

off

Given you have been by the hours of light

which trickled down here through the clouds

as you were destined to among us be found,

but step by step your betrayal was nurtured

I spoke straight to the carrdrowned

where the bitterness of his grave met:

Your blanket was of a cloven glory

while Oaths gone and freely piggied

and strolled around after suckling

Now denied you cry in your sty

Eyes opening

Core falling on stone

Flower nevermore

Now the meat ends

Ripping Önd from The Path

To die right is the greatest

You have come to The Path’s end.

TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES

IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL

March 6, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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