Monday, September 26, 2016
Monday, December 14, 2015
As the night was hanging on to it’s darkness, a timeless need for search grew stronger. Confusion of the senses lingered deep down in man’s unconsciousness, the search had to go on. Long walk at night had this effect on him, almost like time was slipping away faster if the moment wasn’t caught and experienced to the fullest. Long walks on deserted sidewalks covered in shadows, under canopies in restless parks and quiet woods.
Dark nights covering the echoes of a lone mans footsteps, always that restless mind drifting off in all directions, causing him to hold his breath and when as in deep trance, to not blink his staring eyes.
Feeding my Black Dog, my inner dark
Let him run free, restless and wild
The night will cover all traces, we were here
To chaos his ambition steered. Fast and restless was the way to the brink of utter destruction of an already lost mind. Mindless nomad. Speed it up and let the inner voice reach up, up and beyond, through the thick layer of tinted anguish and doubt. ‘No remorse’ they say, ‘All remorse’ I say. Guilty of doing nothing, just fulfilling your own needs when time wasn’t allowing any sidetracking or freefalls at all. Only he was real once, now forgotten, memories playing hide and seek on the knife’s edge. Blunt but effective for the task up ahead. Not knowing enough to seek deeper, no knowledge of the abyss, other than knowing it holds nothingness in a tight grip. A tomb drifting in vacuum awaits, reaching down and suppressing.
Must rest to gain power and strength for the plunge into the real depth of forests, must be able to reach the cold and sharp mountain tops, have to find a way out on the open seas and let my name truly loose it’s meaning.
Cosmic ambition, falling behind
Friday, June 19, 2015
She walks in beauty, like the night. Embedded in dark and the passion that comes with it
Few have seen her true nature, those who have now lingers on the brink of the abyss
With open arms she embraces the wild and unknown, with a smile she accepts her fate
Keep on moving mountain, shifting the seas with your hands
Walk the dark side of the sun, long seeking fingers touching the flames
White as fresh alpine snow is her skin, long and dark is her hair, flowing like a winter breeze from the North
Frank Savage, '72 Cedros Island