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SIGFRIDSSON
AS ONE
GOTSALA 46
PHOTOGRAPHY BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ALL RIGHTS OWNED BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ISBN 978-91-979005-3-9
ISBN 978-91-979005-0-8
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I AM
Wanted a slumber down in the valley
close by almond trees in worthy bloom
Ring the always longed for lyre tones.
But, became another
Wished to stand free in dark green autumn
cleansed from all the living years hard grin
To live and die pretty as an autumn leaf.
But, am by mistakes tied
Became rainfall, cold calling winds, trust in Fate,
a brief scent before death,
as scythed nettle,
broken citrus leaves,
autumn land after night rains
I am entangled,
stricken down in quenching pettiness
I am grieved,
filled with all the days nothingness
I am mist raised,
clouded, covered underneath weakened will
I am hidden,
with this unreachable cold-hammered need
I am glowing snow on frozen stock
in memorys burned down forests
I am incarcerated,
left where blemishes are left
I am my winnings pulled away,
taken and swept in a gulp
GOTSALA
Wandering primeval forest,through swamps and over meadows
Living on reed root, lingo berries and blueberries
Tasting the smell of wetmoss and resin
Carry me to glimmering lights from the pondmirrors
where the bed beside here is laid spruce twigsin a glade
Handed a handshake to the dew
when the hearts storms were overcome
Casted cleansedfrom the povertyneed
to find myself restednear thetrees
I shall make snow here
Wrap myself in soft moss
Climb inside the faded flowers
underneath ill-painted dark skies
Molts of cold
Mist rests
Breaking sleep
off
Inside this waiting
the inner life-achievement isdone
Learning to live
Again
WINTERFELLED
Letting your nightsnow glimmer
Calming the storm while ice snare branches
And it is winterstill
by sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,
by thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades
Winterfelled,
rime grabs hold of the branchery
like we hear our groaning steps silenced
Listen.
Be quiet now, snowfall,
right here, by the spruce, the winterbird eats for its life
while Death wants to say something about the sorrows
I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,
one the world skyembraced sprinkled splintered answers
and left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,
one so aloned, leaving all my sorrows over wrong graves
In tears collecting the dead heart before the sick
The last sight endearing land of blood and stones
as I squint over all of this too thin-sown beauty
frosty nights caught frozen in a shined darkness
Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, Endtime dozed away,
want something higher the flames of will sent me burnt in here
In tears collecting the living heart before the dead
MY LOVE
THIS IS THE TENDER EMBRACE OF LOVE!
Bindingtwigs against darkness, the threatening,
which threatens to burn all our heartsongs
and take what is lovable from its curing
A young Ash bends downto answer
Flowers step up and play!
My love isfor springs, blackberries and rainbows!
My love is for silver fir trees and wild grown pear trees!
My love is the sun-warmed cowslip slopes and paddocks!
I kiss the wind healthy, smiling with the skies here,
laughing at the curious fox there!
An appreciation of the volatile you learn
whereas we to our heart pick berries!
The wagtail trips, the worms lay on a line
A twig is brokenon the ground far from a town
Stone shards stand in a circle
The cornflower knows everything!
My love is for the groves, wild strawberries and ponds!
My love is for mushrooms andextensive valleys!
My love is the glittering creeks and mountain trails!
MY LOVE IS FOR EVERYTHING WORTH LOVING!
RAINED
Rain thickens the skies, dresses the landscape
A heavy rain wets the forest, dances in the stream,
bends bilberry shrubs placed upon the mossed stones
while running rills nearby through the thicket, as for a dream
Stumbling roots diverting wounds
There! Sunbeamembraced wild trees
hidden mountainwreathed wasteland
strengthens what memories miraged:
Strangely Reality has been branched
Rained in sea
Gone
AWAITED
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 wounds 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
IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL
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, not reliable and in complete inadequacy,
for the scums loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks,
refused me to blossom anew during my withering
It all just 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 to my eyes can only Knowledge be
I am the quarry of Lifes faults
with my pathfound steps
Loved
Always feared
Hated
Always hailed
IN CLARITY
MIST
ALLODJORD
See
earth fill cloth
Hear
ditches in still trickle
Hamstringing Fate.
Lifting,
pressing land and mountains home to Godan blood
BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woods
turned into dust
in a last kiss of grey
Two footprints under the turf
Two dead at this place again
Our eyes are still here,
crowned over perfection,
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stones on thistles
STONES
WISDOM!
How embarrassing you have become,
your scent too near the madhouse
sings its sorrows without any good motives
What wisdom has cannot be used
when what wisdom lacks is asked for
From the remains think yourself clean
and take the heart freed from words,
for the thoughts upon your path
where no one wish to wander
crawl down in the ground
where nothing can grow
and carve ruins of the years
to a paltry salary
in shadowlike kneeling,
in self-effacing moaning
Clean tears fall only in words
consolidated under vanitys shelter
where they loved with barbed wire and mockery
to a great thrill for all our words tragic handouts
Words to the sting, given joy filled lust,
to wishing wells finalized completions,
made to participating, present answers
Near The Altar of Fate nailed to remain.
Most alike the believed picture of you is hailed
or creeps down to another backlash reaction
and becomes its own conclusions executioner;
slanderer, and eventually the own wills whore
therein depredated flesh from the thoughts sit
as harrowed, in ridiculous unpalatable qualms,
hailing spilling, tearing down inherited rights,
while monarchy and democracy lie stupidity
upon a conspiring and deranged slaughter table
under imitation, unwanted shiny residues,
showing the highest heights devised murder
Spring water in swamps will swamp water be.
GIVE LIFE!
Being cut new scars
Being made new deathwords
All new wither anew
Overripe means rotten
Sculpted stone is stone!
Teach the autumn leaves survival!
Cleanse me from your surfaces.
Cobweb shudder
Captured hung in pieces
Coldembraced, misharvested and patinated
At home in permafrost
Sole host and sole guest
Left burned out
Waiting
Moving
GLADED
HEAR! Now take the path here Come and be gladed!
Gladed!
Taken from worries, remembering glittered creekwater,
were rushed to, binding herein, lovely daybreaks new!
Wandered!
Peacefilled with sweet harsh common fern taste
taking steady morning steps on dewloved path!
Entranced!
We wriggle the bolt off into brushwoods hiding places,
finally twig off this drunken suffering carried us forth,
for Gladness, when facing life, wish to escape quickly!
Loved
lifting gently worn out glances to spring-set our fallow,
discerning forest still sighing, nourished clean of this light,
hastening the trip, fast cloth, wreath us in living grandeur!
Whispered
at the end of the glade Truth searched; owned its answer
next to a dull green, soft and willing, a leaved fair craving
cut with richest imaginable berry-flowers cleanest needs!
We thread gladed forth, running welled up, and come here silently,
for soon the flowering is gone and the years have us kissed through!
TO LIFE BEG
Still in longing our embrace stayed, in dead words,
pressed against the field moisture to grow as refused
(Taking our love away from the labyrinthine answers
on a night blackened heath)
Dwelling here.
Learned about Death:
Life infected by its own tearing
Cold,
love our farewell
TIND LIGHT!
Wandered toburial mounds where the Oaths were given
Risted The Path wherein was carried the longing of Worlds
FEEL!
Feel the torn
initiated here to be forlorn
Hard the frost strikes secrets
while a worthy is ripped apart, hardened
Torches flicker, cutting pieces from darkness
Making my leaves,hearing wolves songs
Quiet
The water called rain was given
Weak twigswere cracked
Still
Hear the streams carve the mountain
while wetted leaves chatter
Night rain falls
Storm comes
The rain cried instead of me and for me
Hidden under the Trees arms
beautifying anxiety and withering
with healing, resounding voices
Tind light for your life!
Tind light for our lives!
Tind light!
Tind light!
SUNreturned
with eyesscarred
He is redeciphered,
violated and tarnished
He is made unseen,
outshined by illusion and left leafless
Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness
Into thefold to be corrected wrong
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch
He gives glances without words
Flickered
TO LIFSKINGDOM
Riding forward and Sign
from the Path to Life
Lifs Kingdomshall crowned come
Come closer
Touch Life and Death here
We are not mere meat and shadows
We are nds remained from Holy Times
From Timein Time guarding and helping
We shall never be seen begging at our own table
upon our owned,this too long infested World!
Vermin qualmin stolen wisdoms,
making black and white of colours
and raising houses with stolen bars
Soseparate yourselffrom need
like a leaf beckoning itswinter!
Let Viets suffering be eradicated here!
Let Lifs coming world reign!
The Ravens cry in the forest
The fog presses itselfover the meadow and fades
The Spear is thrown.