Burden

I'll see to it that it will be done
I'll serve you well like a fathers son

I'll seclude the thought that you might wrong                  

I'll sing that song                                                    LOVE

                                  THERE IS NO MEANING ONLY LIFE

A burden at will                                                      HATE

A thousand times heavier than the lost thrill                   

A promise that to use all of my skill              

An eagerness to prove just me

Sleep deprivation

I am nothing but a mirror of false thoughts and unfinished sentences.

A putrid rotten carcass that's been resting for days in the unseen.

Five inched nails keeps me bound to the table and will not release.

Nothingness within the sleep deprivation and it all broke loose.

I grant you permission as long as you will return the favor.

The iron taste fills my breath with corrupted speeches.

A language I do not recall ever learning.

Hymns that is not mine to be sung.

My flesh is shaking and increasing its cravings for direct contact.

And my mind hungers for something real behind the curtains.

Five inched nails keeps me bound to fainted glory.

And I am dying to see the sun set by sleep again.

My blood is resilient but still contagious for you.

I smell fear when you give me the ink.

The same goes for me.

I wish that I knew were the issue of the spring really originated from.

But I don't and I believe that this is eternal for the mortal.

Six presences are with me even tho I am not asleep.

Twisting and folding my mind to a paper plane.

A paper plane that have a long flight ahead.

I wish a dream could set it ablaze.

I have an unfulfilled longing that is still waiting to bloom for you.

And that longing is silently smothering me at night.

It is not just my vision it is by all means yours.

I am just a jester without his crown this hour.

And you remain so pure.

From nothingness he shall rule me and this I will not deny

That's how we will have to live to cooperate.

I hate it though since I demand my sleep.

But It is after all not for me to decide.

Five inched nails can not easily be rejected neither can I

And the tides might turn if I had just that card.

But after all a jester is not a part of the game.

A full moon approaches me as the snow starts to melt.

May I hope for something new?

I am waiting.

Spring garden

It's something special when it rains at 3pm

There is something different with the smell

It's something reminding me of how we felt

Lonely in the garden as the snow started to melt

You and me and the pacts that where made

On high horses and all the things we said

And yes when the conclusion finally came

The truth of it all was, nothing would ever be the same

It's something special when it rains at 3pm

There is something different with my eyes

It's visions that reminds me of another time

Lonely in the world together in this thing called life

High as a kite my head cracked the walls

And the walls cracked my head and you laughed

High as a kite you feared as I passed

And life feared us since we where the grief of it all

It's something special when it rains at 3pm

I can't really tell you and less explain

Sometimes I still simply feel deranged

And I wonder, from where comes the rain

Sick and tired

I am a product of nothing, a hatched bird that cracked the shell and took my first look upon the rising sun long after the nest was abandoned. My strength rises from my inner being. A being that never succumbed to the curse of flesh. A being that will never seize to exist, that feeds on the contradicting lonesomeness. Believing in this and myself I seal my survival forever and this, no one can steal from me. It's a toy that will never break, a friend that will never turn his back on me. So you could keep trying. Cheap tricks trying to make me a smaller person wont even get close to touch my core. Neither will your pathetic try's to lay guilt upon me raise an effect. You have had your share of unjust pain in this life and even tho you may enforce yourself upon my near and dear you'll never get to me. You may know pain and suffering and how to apply them in the precise moment to make yourself the center of our common painting. But that boy in the corner, he who walks the path of shadows, brings more to the picture than you will ever know or achieve for yourself. He carries the one thing is this world that is everlasting. A hatred that will devour you and your pity problems. A hatred born out of nothing. As long as you approach him as sane he will sense that you are just as fragile as anyone else, and if you actually succeed to push yourself over the edge he will change your life forever with his serpent tongue. This thing in my chest, this friend of mine is as silent as a night in the desert and its holding a young sleeping child. It will never give it back, it will never let it be harmed. It would prefer to just let itself and everything in my reach burn to ashes if someone got to close.

And you actually think I like this?

So close can no one get

The song came to me after such a long time

It was such a strange and notorious insight

So many days and several moon cycles has passed

Since that sleepless night you seized to last

I've heard that song over and over and over again

Trying to put the pieces back together, pieces of a friend

That song decided to come clear in the middle of the winter

And the frost chills my skin more than my blood can deliver

Such an impact and such a force of nature

You truly became romance itself and the essence of virtue

There was nothing dark and gloomy about you

But there was the heat of the moment and haze of love to

That song engraved itself upon my mind and heart

It seems to me that the closer it gets to summer

The ocean draws nearer

Did you reach your goal?

Lane of roses

From where I'm calling out by afar
It's cold and quiet like the the sum of a graveyard
And the lane I walk is something else
Its a lane filled by flowers for everything I've felt

It's the road of the melancholy
It's something beautiful and far from moldy
The flowers are fragile like me
Come closer, walk with me and you'll see

We are not so different you and I
We both prefer purple and black dye
The flowered lane is never the destination
But it is after all it's the road to degeneration

You've been here before to touch
You've touched the void like me and its enough
We return to this sacred place
Just as we want to it burns our face with grace

The lane of purple and black roses
Will be our resort and the place to be confused
We can exchange our life's values
And in let our hearts sing their lonely blues

Agony of the becoming

I'm not a god but no longer a man
I've killed my god and thereby bestowed the powers upon myself

But the infusion is not so bright
I'm not surprised since never has a one true god been a freedom fighter

But I'll be damned to be free
A rather high price to pay to become your own priest

I wish I was so different, so naive
So that the holy lands would be my pillar stones so strong and untouchable

Pistol whipped by life indeed

Trapped beyond the essence of it all

Trapped in the land of the awake sleeping
Deep down the dried out well I’m screaming
I'm not furious but I'm raging at the darkness
So tired of not seeing any progress

Looking up on the small moon shields reflection
Bouncing  a line of light upon the walls with perfection
Scrying in the glinting lights bad times approaches
The pale old man is about to release his horses

Before this is to be done we need to prepare
I’m climbing the walls of sleep but I cannot interfere
Still left to rot and be gone such a sad situation
My fingers are bleeding with no sign of coagulation

My blood fills up the well and it lift's me to the surface
And as the full moon showers me with it's light I turn awake
A midnight hallucination and every inch of my body shakes
As I take a glass of water..The future is about to be made

Pointless poetry

In time, we might come to understand. But the walk there is before us, long ahead.
Generations have  tried and civilizations has fallen, and still nothing but dust is revealed.
I'll take one step further and you two steppes back and then we switch our places.
And the result remains the same. Emperors may rule but no soul last forever.
And so the door remains hidden. And even if we where to find it, it would probably still be hidden by the cloaks of time. The pointless searching will for sure always keep our blood boiling and however it's a good thing or not remains to be told. No man deserves to be god, but that's the direction we're heading.

But to be honest, what point will, that give immortality.

Wasted star

A star fell down on a desecrated ground
A new dawn my friend
A fire in the night so blinding and bright
A new burning flame

An inferno that spreads within our heads
A violent salvation this day
A radiant halo born from the star's fall
A jester crown the same

Borne by dope he evolved as god
He is meant to reign
But neither less he'll be dead
Mankind don't like to agree

Teddy Kittens

Two teddy kittens riding on a summer sleigh
One is torn and hairless the other perfect in every way
One is kind of skinny, the other retains it's cotton weight
But their wool filled hearts are still beating just the same

Two teddy kittens sitting so close to each other
One share the blood and the other is a brother
One is loosing his grip but the other don't bother
One is crying to weak, not to fall of the boarder

One teddy kitten is left on a summer sleigh
He wont be lonely he has the perfect day
One teddy kitten overstuffed with cotton weight
Will never see his brother again, but for wool its all the same

Two you boys are walking the sun struck lane
One is kind of special, the other act's his cane
Both love their teddy kittens the walk is a special game
The first brother cared for his kitten so much its appearance changed

Two young boys realize in terror that one cat is gone
And in the eyes of its owner a spark is destroyed
The other picks up his cat with its splendid forms
And a melancholic feeling stirs his young soul

Two young boys are walking the lane towards their house
One is dancing and cheering with a new friend in his hands
The other one is walking silent a few yards behind
Watching his brother, that he gave his cat
He smiles

The bike

The journey home is long and cold this summer evening
Schools out for summer and its yard empty when he was leaving

His steppes are heavy, like he is walking over wet sand
His eyes are locked on the street, in his pocket his hands

A heavy heart is beating with a strange rhythm
His hearing is drowsy but he recalls a hymn

From a long lost time when he was still a kid
His failure is making him questioning everything

A bike new, shiny and so extremely expensive
The fastest bike on the lane, so comprehensive

Given as a gift, a token of appreciation
Something to represent a value as a person

The house appears and he swallows his pride
How can he tell mum and dad, he forgot to lock the bike

Zero-sum game

Your pain is mine brother, it's never easy to see the first star in the horizon explode
But, remember in the dark desert place you are, that the first one is only one of many to be born
And even tho you’re clinging to the dust of a time that now is forever gone
You must not forget that the inhaling of the subject is infecting your soul

I’ve used thousands of pen stripes just to try to paint your picture by words
But there is only so much the might of the pen can achieve, at least that's what I've heard
Neither less I'll keep trying, because I know that in the end of the lane we search the same sun
So the pen keeps biting the paper until it's broken, fading and leaving this world

The twilight zone is nothing but a train station for a soon departure to the next destination
It's not a death sentence it's a mere footstep towards the minds rejuvenation
Get your act together and do what you'll have to do, we respect your integration
You know it's true
We are all here for you

Party wolves

Exceed the speed of the leaf's silent journey to the ground A cold and dark October, a just as silent night The freezing injection from the organ of it all Makes me feel just as this, an empty fall The wolves devour their king another one shall takes his place But the history is meant gently to repeat itself Since they remain a pack, where democracy is built on fame It is all the same, no pain no game, no game no gain

Shit the same

If you could look upon the stars and all the great constellations
Maybe you could see my need for some kind integration
For this downward spiral is making me afraid its the society today but I guess its shit the same

I asked you once I've asked you twice and I'll never ask you again
There is so much more to life, so stop hunting social fame
For that freak show wire is making us all afraid it's the society today but I guess its shit the same

You don't seek what I seek and I guess we won’t find our answers
So they laugh and they cheer and they vote for our cancer
And the downward spiral is making them afraid it’s the society today but I guess its shit the same

For ages we been looking upon the same stars and constellations
Maybe it's meant to be, maybe we need another ravaging creation
And the downward spiral is tearing us asunder as the society today believe it’s shit the same

Careless driver

As I revealed my soul to you as a person you took it in and tried to recycle it
And so, the door is locked for you, ignorance is a bliss
You’re a part of a life far away from now, far away from me
And in time, I'll learn to shackle my hatred and forget what I've seen
So I will never again open up without being prepared for close combat
You'll never be a loss I have no doubt and that's life for the silent one
So don’t get close again, I can do without your self-righteous breath
And I’m not the same so you should try to keep the last spark that is left

If you can handle something that small.

The last hill

The sky is erupting, the space is breaking through
I'll be there watching, but how about you?
If the world is about to break, to reach it's hallowed end
Will you see the stars so great or the destruction of a friend?

I can tell you once or twice but the decision remain yours
I can't see the gap of wrong and right and that's without remorse
So will your final steps be eternal or just new dust in the wind?
Will your soul become feral and travel untainted by it's sins?

In the end this is a story never to be told again
And the lacking of it's glory makes it all the same
So will you go to the hill, then rise up and walk with me
And together we'll bring the memories of our past to read

And so when the final moment arrives it creates a feeling so clear
We'll speak our last comments and will not shed a tear, without fear
But this is up to you, my friend I've brought a can of pills
So either use your own move or do as me, and enjoy
The thrill.

Hypocrites

Wastelands of ice the melting of minds, its the same all again

Pain and starvation a matter and salvation, its for the brave once again

Frauds and                  of souls its just that time it shall never be the same again

                   breakers

I'll never once again stand still and listening to the wind. There are still some things to be saved within, the rotten dark unpleasant world outside the safe room of hypocrites.

So instead I shall curse the wind and repent my own shallow sins, but repent by condemning those who are everlasting failing the world.

Red dust

Yes black lady, keeper of my memories. You may cook us your red dust of magic, no I wont say no.

Time slips thru my fingers like it mattered no more than sand. So yes put the cauldron on to the invisible flames and let me be deranged in this playground.

Said and done moments where made undone and I recall thing's that was supposed to be forever locked down.

I woke up choking on terrible red dust.

It stopped at 01.00 am

No more sketches for the summer.

The picture is fading, change the lens.

While I was staring upon the blood drenched sky it came to me that we are forged out of fire and life contains us under rather controlled circumstances. But once our soul sets ablaze and let out the lonely cries it will echo through our mortal world and the vibrations, will probably last forever within us.

Some vibrations will start to resolute within us as our souls can only suffocate a limited amount of agony. Screams will create screams until the day the vibrations have used all possible combinations and is forced unite. And....

BANG

Someone, somewhere will, against their will use themselves as the wall and another scream fades into the night. We watch each other burn to ashes from a safe distance, under controlled circumstances.

Just as I now watch the industry go down in flames.

Reflections

Ignorance is bliss, set this soul on fire

Everything is at risk, no time for being tired

Carry thoughts stronger than imaginable

Why did you brought on something this terrible

Well, since it’s just a matter of shattering

It pins and needles while the sun is searing

In this quiet moment that will come to pass

I inscribe thoughts that will forever last

I'll be something more for you starting now

A different man from a torn down town

My eyes shall be closed and never opened again

That's how we need to live to not become the same

In the end we gaze upon the same burning sun

And the same sins are dwelling, we are both on the run

But that is the life we know of, the life we live

But when I come to think of it, it gives me the chills

Skylark to be dead

A sorrow song shrieked by the skylark in pain, tripping on life she's not broken but only struck by the frame.

The air is filled with a feeling of dullness, and the sea reflects her image.. the one she's longing to forget.

From far away in the distance an eagle approached and knocked her over.

While falling down towards the quiet sea she tears up and regretting not to belive, the life of a skylark is nothing like it seems.

Her reflection draws closer and the image becomes clearer, and she hates the sight and that she had to be the bearer.

The summs and zeros of her life was nothing more than a lost soul flying way to high.

But her last accomplishment became to crush the image of her self during the

IMPACT

Reconnect

Connecting myself to the organ once again

However the cancer has infected the area

Everything is so different but still the same

But something is wrong causing mass hysteria

Malfunctioning cells have started a revolt

A quiet war without any weapons or arms

Making the inner structure twist and molt

Changes are coming but no apparent harm

The cell structure doesn’t seem to acknowledge this

And the mutation may run their course

Some people says that ignorance is a bliss

But to be honest, in this case I'm not so sure

Around me pillars of the revolution are risen

And cells all around me are starting to mutate

So easy the history can come to be rewritten

From a peaceful scenario to a hatred state

There is no will no longer to take a stand

All of the inhabitants are now the same

There is no light, no more helping hands

And the cancer is spreading its filthy fame

In the end there is not much to be done

There is so many ways to change reign

And just hope for it again before they reach bones

It's such a interesting thing to touch a man’s brain

Reaper

Once again, waking up without control tabula rasa is no longer, it’s been written like a protocol of rights and wrongs. I'll be shouting out that the signature is false, this is not me it’s someone under false parole!

Yet I can’t ignore my memories of yesterday, and it shapes me like a fraud.

This is the life I live, my faults flaws and wrongs.

Neither less I'm still moving through the thin air, and the reaper of society is still to be borne.  Like a fetus, defenseless and confused, in a dark place preparing for an even darker future. I as many know that only through chaos we can truly be reborn. But that feeling, that independent dark shade in my room clings to my weakness makes it live again it's in the corner, it’s my hollowed fiend.

My room, my mind still I can’t push it out, it’s there and it’s disgusting presence of mind control makes me sick. As any lowlife should know he mocks you until you break, and I can feel that the moment draw near. Even though, it's a part of development since the ending days is the day of the beginning. Sacrifices are to be made, as always in the history of man, but not for a divine purpose but of the simple subject of life.

Addiction yes, hallucinations yes, but that's all there is. A splendid divided world of this essence.