Endless

I am the darkness,
I am the void,
no demon -
for I am all the demons
dwelling in the unlight...
through my eyes in
it starts the vast,
the endless...
sphere beyond a sphere,
a cycle of falling down
with no return...
for I'm the darkness
I'm The Void!

A poet

A pompous ass,

just fitting words,

no cover,

no balls to act in life,

just empty promise, 

all lookin good in verse,

but where's the action,

you can be true

or just a spam...

And done.

The Fisher

For winter snow so cold
the lonely tree is waiting,
stripped out of leaves
on this damned backside hill.

Below it is a shallow grave,
just pile of tossed earth
over hidden body,
not so refined or well...

But look at this small branch!
It is a shining pearl -
just hanging there alone
on the fishing see-through cord

It is a marking sign,
wait, no, it's called a signature,
and it is left on purpose,
it's meant so to be found.

If you were brave enough
to dig the hole in the fresh mud
you could see what is said
to be distinguished MO!!!

The fisher did one more!!!

Zodiac

He's been a question mark,
an exclamation,
a mystery unsolved,
unanswered question...
So is my soul,
or what's inside,
whatever it is,
no matter how it's called...
One letter - Z,
and sign,
the twelve in four,
earth, air, fire and the water...
Divided houses,
all in one,
the circle and the cross,
a perfect blending...
So many faces,
so different persons,
sharing vessel same,
it is all me and not!

The Blur

The world is just a blur,
reallity makes no sense...
Something wild is hiding
in the hot air streams...
You see, you hear, you touch...
Yet all is just a blur
Just a BLUR...
And then your mind
opens wide to all the twisted
and you see how all
that seemed so real
now is curved and sphered,
nauseous picture of distort...
And crawling in the curtains
of the shadows of the damned sun...
A presence you could swear
is hidden but so physical
that you can almost figure shapes...
Yet just a BLUR...
Until your hand stops in a wall
of what is not supposed to be...
Must be just empty space,
but you just touched the BLUR!!!

Gustaf's ring

Into the fjord estranged,
the ocean whispers,
amongst the hill of Ekeberg,
a lost soul grasps last breaths...
I felt the shadow,
my darkness answers,
looked in the corners
of my own...
The wind blew "Gustaf",
chill down my spine,
"Johansen" my mind figured...
Cthulhu chants
I was embracing
before a regular day...
But then it came,
the voice of omen,
a sailors word...
Never born,
character of book,
yet there he is,
with offering for me...
"Take it, take my ring!
And hear the Great Old Ones!!!
Cthulhu has arisen!"
I couldn't say some more...
Just one amazed "Fhtagn!"

Spotlight

Running comes to end,
sometimes there is
no place to hide,
so roads just end
and you get caught!
It is all a part
of your life's role,
it's not the end...
Quite opposite -
you get the spotlights,
time to tell your story
or to shine with alter ego spectacle...
There is no glory,
but there's fame!
You get your nickname
and a right for book,
based on all
dark things devious,
the monster gets the scene!!!
A main role granted
to your character!!!
Now go there -
rise and shine!!!
Series 'bout a serial...

Will

Never draw a line,
not one even,
if you're not ready
to be driven,
far away from all,
into the wild,
on your own
like a homeless child...
Life has no mercy,
nothing but a fight,
and if you're strong enough,
you grant yourself the right
to claim what's yours
by your own will,
to be, to rise,
to freely feel
...your path to seal!

Little crow

little crow

where'd you fly...

why so low

when you can be so high...

"Because I'm here

a soul to take,

from a body 

broken in ache!"

then take it

far away,

in this day

not to stay...

go, fly away!!!

so away!!!

as you may!!!

Float

frozen in time...
it's what chills the spine!
sphere beneath sphere
and you never get near

to the end of the void
or the entrance

shapeless are feelings
and without a healing...
no bottom, nor sky,
never low, neither high

to the end of the void
or the entrance

lost in forever,
being in never,
space nihilism
in hell's chaotism

to the end of the void
or the entrance

The old man's hand

The old man's hand
crooked and deformed,
just seen too much,
life-beaten,
tries to serve as well,
as in the good old days,
the golden years of it,
yet it fails so strong,
fingers like dry branches,
nerves are full of pain,
but never wait for end,
the sparkle small
of vital signs
keeps the mechanics working,
just every grasp on air
makes worthy
the attempt to stay,
it never ends until the end,
the work of old man's hand...

Storm

The wind came sudden
as a faith of no escape...
The trees just followed
in a dance decay...
Green and full of life,
yet doomed to bow,
and storm just swiped away
their summer glow...
The sky became a grey mess,
clouds brought coldness,
my mind just flew above
in pure wild madness...
Is that a bird?!

New dawn

New dawn has come.
A year turns anew.
The stars are right
alined in order.
So the city sunken,
the great R'lyeh,
will once again
ascend from ocean's depths!
Cyclopian monoliths
will point the sky
with all the ancient symbols
engraved in aeons unknown.
And above all
Cthulhu standing,
tall, powerful and chanting...
Fhtagn!

Bars

Walkin amongst
all those people,
so ignorant they are
within their small souls,
not knowing how deep
a darkness can be
in the mind of the one
next to them..
One, they don't know...
One, they don't see...
Same one, they don't care about,
'cause he dwells
in his own world,
from the outer unnoticed..
Someone like this,
he looks through a tunnel,
he's hidden inside behind bars,
and only the darkness
talks back to him...

The call of Cthulhu

Green.
Green unlight.
In the deep.
The ocean deep.
Vast underworld.

There he dwells.
The giant.
In his temple.

"O, Great Old Ones!
Hear me!
For I am Cthulhu,
the dragon from the deep,
the dreamer,
the sleeper of R'lyeh,
the high priest!
Awake and come,
thy ruling time
comes finally at place!!!
The stars,
the Line,
lies in the skies at last!!!
Thy portal is now open!!!"

I woke up,
but I knew!
It wasn't dream,
but twas a vision!
And the call I hear
inside my mind
it trembles...
The call of Cthulhu!!!

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh
Cthulhu R'lyeh
wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!

Grey

Life's a journey...
Wild wind in the sails...
The open water...
An adventure...
But it comes a time
to settle down,
the ship to dock for good,
and gather last
of pieces left,
a page to turn,
from black to grey,
to stand your ground
and to protect!
When wind's not left
inside your heart,
the moment is
to sit down calm
next to the fire warm
where you belong,
where your home is.
And just take care,
and just be wise...

The being

A voice inside is
calling me.
A vision of a
dead tree.
I tried to reach
into my mind
for answers
of some kind.
With eyes
closed shut
in empty room
I sat.
I flew
in my head deep,
unconcious
as in sleep.
My darkness
'til I met...
T'was neither born,
nor dead -
a being of pure unlight!

The ribbon

Raindrops fall
down on cold ground,
something's odd
and twsited, bound...

Dead body lies
in muddy trench,
naked, crooked,
there's still no stench...

A ragged coat,
anonymously grey,
dropped over,
hides almost nothing from display...

The skin is pale,
hand's frozen in a greet,
on the small finger
pink ribbon's tide up neat...

All that will happen on repeat...

Void

An open grave...
A darkness...
In the hole I stare...
No bottom is to see...
Like falling free
into a nameless void...
Strange winds
blow from within...
A lightless night
surrounds me...
As if the world
does not exist...

Just emptiness...
And open grave...

A chilling feel
crawls through my spine...
My skin feels freezing...

It must be soundless
outside here...

But my head -
It's full of sounds...
A humming
Buzz
From in the void
And thundering
so far
same as one
you get before an earthquake...
And the whispers...
So many...
In the stream of cold...
So many...
Whispers...

"Come!
...Just fall!"

Odin's eye

An eye is price

for wisdom given,

when mind with crave

such madly's driven..

A hangin' tree,

spear's piercing point,

a sacrifical way

journey of a soul to join..

Consciousness

apart in darkness tears,

symbols glowing blue

strangely appear..

Thus the runes were born!