Poetry Magazine Frank Aron Gardso

Frank Aron Gårdsø

Norway

Pictures Of Insanity

You have seen reflections, reflections of you
hunting yourself to a total oblivion

You have seen the path of doubts that flings
into a burning depravation

You have seen the terror of neglected minds
unsoiled with mud

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the golden sun loose its
conation and fade to gray

You have seen the living corpses
slouching in apathy

You have seen the tunnels of surfing spinal fluid and veins of vanity

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the book of hysteria with all
its traumatic words

You have seen the old lady with her
painful lament

You have seen the misery of agony in
the white of the eye

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the hollow soul lost
in his own maze

You have seen the epitaph of a man
called God

You have seen the bloody nails in the
decaying glorious cross

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen forgotten lies speaking its
forbidden truth

You have seen the will of a man being
crushed by a look

You have seen the bitch of fear and her
rusty claws

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the sickness of the unspoken
remedy

You have seen the cancer of the world
and all its anarchy

You have seen the secret tombs in
the hidden temple

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the face of Medusa turn
to solid rock

You have seen the hair from Samson fall
to the bitter ground

You have seen the meaning in the mouth of madness

Seen it all in a split second of the infinity

You have seen the holocaust and all
its reruns

You have seen the total eclipse of
all humanity

You have seen the apocalypse in all
its glory

You have seen the end but not
the beginning

You have seen it all in a split second of the infinity

A second soaked in acid from the beast

It Is I

I am a traveling man
The kind you find nowhere
I am touched by God's hand
Framed by the Devil's

I live in between

I am a singing man
Singing songs about nothing

I walk on foreign land
Free like an innocent prisoner

I live in senses

I am a thinking man
Unable to find conclusions
I see signs in dusty sand
My own ageing prints

I live in repetitions

I am a dying man
Born again each morning
I feel love from those who can
Not the once I lust

I live in hunger

I am a fading man
Glowing like a lit candle
I trust no trustee man
Hear skepticism in every word

I am the muteness to all the noise
I am the abandoned immortal
It Is I