Looking From The Window Of Creation

~Looking From The Window Of Creation~

Right there in that part of the mind where the mist connect the past
reflections of time wasted and not wasted
wast horizon in wisdom of age
to what once seamed so important now but air
the madness of youth and the mass hypnotic
but the reflection of death seamed so far away back then
We are trapped in stages of our time and our life
we follow some stream of life and taste
till a final goodbye
the rattle within through life and yet at the end but sleep
that is a reflection one would like to reflect and yet
for this soul hard to grasp in images of forever lost
We come into textures of old to hide behind fear
and yet created by whom this kingdom of madness
do you see the signs in the world order
or in a fact the blinding light of promised time
kept deep the window of creation
the secret of worth
No matter the creed or believes
the taste the same in death
but in this reflection hollow
faced by the lost of the knowledge
and to be born again and again
this to my reflection true….

©The Poet Stefan 2014-04-02

In This Image A Poem Unfolled

~In This Image A Poem Of It All Unfolled~

Life this tree my veins my heart
when in view the time
this love from darkness my blood
now some light saved
To remember this sign beyond all death
the meaning of why this creation
to see beyond the horror of darkly screams in silence
a chapter and need to forget
Wishes of the beauty and the light
some part unholy desire
within the fear of the reality
of loneliness
The nightmare and hunter that followed
the years on earth
the view of the meaning of life
pushed away to be sane
We see the world as it pass but blind ourselves
to what it all really come to mean
and that nothingness formed
a monster
This craving for life, Craving for love
needed cover
this and that but why?
when a fear of a knowledge to real
Cravings past everything real
as reality the end of everything
in the greatest fear
the end of learning unto whom you are and become
For if in the facts a reality that nothing
is the fact of life
that death but the passing
then where the point of time itself?Yet the dreams of fantastic stories
to wishes of its truth
and still years take away its believes
as nothing come to save
But nothing could take away the hope
within us the fool or not
but to fade not the option
not for me and hopefully not for you….

The End*

©The Poet Stefan 2014

Written in the blood of a rat -lol- joke 😉but yea whom but a fool to realize the meaning of life 🙂

-The Image was taken beside the Castle Gripsholms Slott Looking at the city of Mariefred here in Sweden-

Peace be with you and yours.

Decay And Decadent

~Decay And Decadent~

The lines bend with each turn of the eyes
while chasing dreams
this reminder
a stone cold reality
within the heart
of us all
wishing of the powerful winds
to grab hold of its evil
the forming of age
in but contrast
and shallow
dust
The winter nights whispers its reality
the dark tone of death
towards where spring hold our fantasy
and to the escape of coming summer
another chapter of the book
of life..

©ThePoetStefan

Fragile

~Fragile~

We all build on a line of time
creation folded neat to fit
and meant nothing more
than its living life
as passed its form
nothing in silence
Eyes looking capturing but yet hollow
as each pair itself
the journey from life to death
trying to grasp the essence
fantasy dreams of life forever
with passing years nothing more than lost
The fears of the souls the no meaning of its life
chained to lies to heal the dormant truth
of the faceless saint
the never ending believes
as each year reap yet another line of time
but blinded the fall of never
A breath to bring up the wall
of sanity
a capture away from the knowledge
created illusion
the mirror of all our
life…

©The Poet Stefan

Your Soul

~Your Soul~

To whom the world nothing but golden
a shell shallow
through ages of lies
the weakness used
by them in the name of blood
But nothing is forever
and the golden calf
already on fire
melting in the view
of creation
Nowhere to hide
in the name of life
the act shown
and known
ruthless behavior
What weight on the shoulders
in the knowledge of a choice
to act in good or in evil
within the words of knowledge
life goes on
So unto whom the pact
for golden glory or
eternity
paid by every amount
your soul..

©The Poet Stefan (8th of August 2013)