einvera fjallaskarð

knowing you esteem us for
our eager kindness, although we are
awkward and strange
is warm
is honorable
yet stifles me
rises my vanity
to new heights
hopefully, also, my capacity to feel
Love

all my desires are paper thin
a power thwarted from within

draw back the strings of deceit and lust
bring upon those trappings
such the sword of intimate trust
beckon forms of wandering
we fill the horizons and
calm night air
with our shallow laughter and
unwritten law to share
we tear the naive dreamer with
nimble claws
clinging to our unwritten laws

hide your soul
damn your curiosity
think others as less than
place lust under your proclaimed loves
craft humility and modesty to your convenience
confine your words to numb pre-hunted vocabulary
do not dare challenge the topic on conversation from
domestic matters of pride and allowance and want
kneel to politics yet wear no true colour
believe utopia is man created
assume others of arrogance and dishonor
recall your childhood as a delusion
distance yourself from true divinity, it costs too much
to own up to your faults
claim loyalty to devices everyday of your given life
although our ancestors lived without them for centuries


they are now written as well as I ought

most true things are silent
most honest and pure are simply in being and spoken in action



love wanders from on high
we grasp it only when our love dies

undo this is purgatory

behold the soul
we never realise the priceless weight
till our days have set
much our dreams unmet

breathing alone
the morning dawn upon this shadow carved back
laying down on the billowing calm grasses
finally breathing quietly out of the
self-crafted wilderness- which is not wild
but tamed madness tamed passions tamed soul that is a
polemic shifted upon the wondrous joy
tamed to be dulled contained tied
bitter winds against sails headed for another
world, way to be hold sound look feel
this is an etiology
your lust is reflexive
regulated and mendacious
once wrinkled and worn, your hands may not
fill another hold another be another
kindness is a rarity?

on summer holiday(:

let us all live,
for in this world
of restlessness and
ethereal joy
our bodies all
die wither, and
decompose.

the immortal abstracts
will never if
you're true,
be real.