Aamupäivällä lupasin, että postailen tänne joitain englanninkielisiäkin raapustuksia. Tässä sitten muutama vähän vanhempi. Koitan keksiä niiden perään pari uutta, jos vaikka saisi inspistä. And as we are going to write some english poems, I find it kind of suitable to write in english too. So if you don't mind. I think I've been good at english, like always. Swedish and other languages are like hebrew to me, but english fits my tongue like a spoon in a well mushed potato. Perhaps not the best thing to compare at, but yeah who cares. These to-be-written poems or värssys whatever you like to call, are all a bit shadowy, dark and melancholic. I guess it was the thing when I wrote them. But yeah yeah now I have blabbered enough about english and all the useless stuff, so let's get on with it.
As I study these papers, it seems they have all been written on same day, and are kind of sequels to each other, so I will write them as one pötkö. Enjoy.
Lord of hatred, mistress of pain
You tangle the corpse,
desolate mans mind,
As you bring agony,
and memories wither away in time
Every man hates you,
one should care,
it's the Eve, and the shadows will take you there
You got slippy tongue,
as you pour these words,
is it safe, how you bear the devils worlds
Devils the worlds master,
Lord the harbringer,
- it's a cruel life boy
watch out for the trigger..
I disobey you,
this world is mine,
should build my own palace,
in the riches of time
Is time a moneywell,
a mine of gold?
Not even the slighest,
just a dream, as youth dies old...
Out of time you must jump,
to the moment, the movement must stop
When you are still,
it's harder to trip
easier to navigate, and use your witt
I never want the common life,
it is for dead people
They tend their gardens, mixed in memories
- Why should I ever step down from the adventures of time
It's not happening,
this is the fairytale of mine
You will never be happy,
as long as that continues
Belive me dear friend,
that's oneway ticket down to hades
Alas, I must confront,
this great fear of mine,
to sink in the deep,
as wolves tear my clothes and have an eye for thine
I am nothing
Only a feeble whisper of wind,
stranded in the river of life
This shall be the day,
in which day ceased to exist into the night
AAAAaaand that was kind of story? Didn't even remember it was that long. I think I'll write the news poems in another article. Too much stuff here. Hope you liked it.
-julkaistu alunperin 12.10.2017-
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