No2

She had curtains in her eyes
Never let you see her soul
But I,
Transparent and see through
Stepped on her soul And left a mark

There the darkness was darker than anything
Therefor the light there was lighter than The angels And divine
Never hurt my eyes,
She let me see it

I saw her well being,
I saw her naked
Her personality,
Her character were there explaining itself to me,
And I just looked,
Watched.

Then it didn’t matter
If she was right for me or not,
I loved her for what she was
And she was just someone else
That I knew better than
Anyone else

Oo words, that came from God
O, wisdom, that we seek is god
Tell her that I have gone and she followed,

Let it be known, I never stopped seeking
Let it be known, I never stopped thinking,
Therefor she too, of me

Let it be known, I’ve gone because I understood and moved on,
Let it be known she still wants to understand more of what has left behind

Let it be known, that her heart is just curious
Let it be known she is not capable of loving others.
I know.
Because our love dried up while giving too much to each other without thinking tomorrow, and our loneliness had left us,
Gone for good

Let it be known,
I will carry on,
She too
But thoughts can not be controlled and therefor we won’t really move on
And finally we will throw ourselves into hell by our hands,
I feel it

Ardic S AGUS

Canto

I found myself in a place no different than hell,
I found myself suddenly standing up on my feet 11 hours a day serving monsters in all age,
Has no brain or so little
They eat the earth, with no mercy
They eat me, my soul
And they thank me, and I see this while looking in their eyes
I can not sit, I can not run away nor shout or scream
My punishment will be over by serving them
Everyday,
Though I know the end day if I don’t cheat myself
It will end
And I will be sent to paradise,
Where I can do what I want
What I really love and hate doing
Don’t get me wrong though
Without hate love is nothing
I will be in a divine place
I will turn that place divine, and holy like it was 500 years ago,
I will eat and lick the fruits of that place
With my eyes mostly
And with my brain too
My hands will hold my tools more than it held my penis so far
I will be lifted a little
More
Closer to people I love
And respect
And they can see me better from that place and pull me towards them
And I will suffer
To be lifted up a little more
I will stretch my skin
And I will tense
My whole
So my soul can satisfy more
Mainly death
When she comes and gets me
My journey in this life started in heaven and now I am in hell
Trying to find my way back,
And my journey will start in hell when I’m dead, though
It won’t be a long journey
At least not longer than yours

Ardic agus 2014

The bottom of the bottle

Working class has slept with their darkness
That they don’t even know about it
Here jack is awake drinking with his own light that breaks his darkness
Alone
Bored
Heavily
Seeking a mind to share
Nothing but time
So the time will pass more quickly
Toward death
Time is a memory
That has much valuable things in it
Like love
Like moments of love
And sadness,
Truth
But jack is afraid of death
Truly
He has much to perform
He needs beat death while experiencing death
Today
So tomorrow won’t come at all

Ardic agus 14

Candle light on her and my mind knows

Where did you do wrong
You jack,
Why did you end up like this?
In the way that you wanted?
And now there is nothing left jack
Nothing for you
Or your for your taste,
Why wasting time on nothing
When there is something in nothingness
And jack you know this, but
You are lazy too jack and you know this better jack still, do nothing
About nothing
And jack waits too much,
Death

Jack the artist

Pretty pictures are everywhere
And more, there are ugly,
To jack
Surrendered of,
Truth that become lie, everyday a new one arrive, and adds on
Day by day
And jack never cares enough
And sometimes never cares less
But do nothing,
Always divine
To him
And he watches
His own show
At the moment in life
While very much alive.

Waiting stop

Every morning when eyes wake up
Out of death from yesterday
And the fact there is no tomorrow but another death
Waiting
For eyes
To catch
And goes away, later
Alone
You left, and you wait or do something sometime
And sometimes talk
Drink, death out of death
Nice, slow
With confidence,
And let death wait a little, while you perform death. To show something to no one,
Alone,
Here,
Goes.

9:20 pm poem

In this life of nothingness
There are dark things like boredom
When you don’t do nothing for a half a year, you see clearer
There is no meaning but seeking,
I found this and painting
If I didn’t write
And if I didn’t paint
I wouldn’t be sitting here and writing this
Death and insanity are chasing me
Perhaps death and insanity were chasing me from the beginning
Though I wasn’t aware
Now
There is nothing but my art
And it is the only god that can save me