Author: heytherelittlesoldier

You just started to build an immortal throne,

Legacy,

Heirdom,

What’s been and what to come.

 

Even if none remembers.

 

Your fame might be forgotten,

But the earth remembers the foot sole that touched it,

The print has been made,

With your soul as its name.

 

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

 

On whatever made you survive till the end.

 

Tailored bricks by tailored bricks,

A start,

A home,

First love and hatred to come.

 

Even if you forget that custom made second.

 

Your domain might be conquered,

A dragon takes a seat on your treasure heap,

Lungs filled with tar and sot,

Your dust is still a part of the earth as you rot.

 

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

 

On whatever made you survive till the end.

 

The end,

Bitter but also sweet.

 

The end,

Your enemy and friend.

 

The end,

Not a punctuation but a semicolon.

 

The end,

Not a closed window but a new door.

 

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

 

On whatever made you survive till the end.

 

© Adam Blåhammar.

It was, and it wasn’t, it wasn’t, and it was; that’s how life guide you into her bosom,
You cannot hold her hand, you cannot walk beside her
Life is to soar the skies you’ll view her from a distance—a distance too far.

You’ll love her, you’ll hate her
But, the undeniable truth: You have her poison in your veins.

Addicted to the bones; sweat her; bleed her, that’s what you do.

You can love her; you can hate her.

It runs deep to the marrow,
It oozes out of pores,
To the height of the sclera to the abyss of the pupil.

Life, you with your wild heart, the wildfire you started cannot be put out
It is meant to ravage, to light up the night.

It was, and it wasn’t, it wasn’t, and it was; that’s how life guide you into her bosom,
You cannot hold her hand, you cannot walk beside her
Life is to soar the skies you’ll view her from a distance—a distance too far.

I retract, the undeniable truth is the beauty; the beauty you always keep.

A dead leaf in the wind

Two mountains they’re twins?

 

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so small?

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so tall!

 

So black, so dark, so white such a shark

It is eating me

eating me

apart.

So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart

It is eating me

eating me

apart.

 

Apartment class,

a castle vast.

 

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so small?

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so tall!

 

I love what I hate

I hate what I love.

 

Isn’t it strange,

isn’t it?

isn’t it?

isn’t it?

isn’t it?

 

So black, so dark, so white such a shark

it is eating me

eating me

apart.

So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart

it is eating me

eating me

apart.

 

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.

lovely,

just lovely,

lovely.

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.

 

 

You cannot describe me,

except it hurts so good.

 

So good.

Safe and sound, boundless and ageless

Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.

 

Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?

 

Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound

Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.

 

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

 

In consequence, how the story eventually ends

Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.

 

Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.

 

Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty

As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.

 

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

 

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

 

You’ll manage though you’ll cry

You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.

We fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than a stone hitting the ocean floor.

 

It is grain by grain, petal by petal

We see the star, Stardust in front of us

We see the war; we see the peace

We measure it; grain by grain, petal by petal

If the cataclysm is worth till salvation is our own.

 

However, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than the bottomless pits of hell.

 

It is a friend and foe, fiend and lover

We see it clearly, better than our gods

We see the foolishness; we see the priced bravery

No one knows; the beautiful darkness I behold

Is it worth to give the inner parts of our soul?

 

Well, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than all dreams can ever escort us to.

 

Fuck it. I’ll be clear here if my half is damned so let it be done unto me.

I’ll be crystal clear here; I’ll spit on every sun to pleasure the smile on which I believe.

Am I perfectly clear now? That this hellish apparition is worth searching every dune with a comb.

 

So, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, deeper this spiderweb is all I can see.

 

Det är det mörka i oss som är det vackraste jag någonsin sett.

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t, did you?

Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t, did you?

Pluck the crown jewels from a rose; and ask: Do you love me so?

 

I’ll rise, rise

I’ll rise, rise

Finally, awaken for the ceremony.

 

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

You did, didn’t, you did, didn’t?

You did, didn’t, you did, didn’t?

Put a little candle on the side to guide this soul to paradise.

 

I’m around, too far

Too far, I’m around

For a last drink at the ceremony.

 

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

For all sweet shame, for all sweet blame

You do my words justice family and friends—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

At least you served yourself a fine wine, which made me satisfied.

Am I not despicable, to love you so?

That the world crumbles before my feet

Am I not despicable, to love you so?

That I would have the world end, so you are the only world I have.

 

No, no, no

You are the reason

No, no, no

You are the cause.

 

For blood to rise, for blood to splatter, for blood to become butterflies.

 

It is a holy cause, for this to be ours

Your anger is now divine

It is a holy cause, for this to be us

We’re art; poetry meant to last for eternity

 

Yes, yes, yes

You are the reason

Yes, yes, yes

You are the cause.

 

For blood to rise, for blood to splatter, for blood to become butterflies.

 

To love is to despise

To love is to adore

Your beautiful vices.

 

To love is to despise

To love is to adore

Your beautiful vices.

 

This is the price, to my surprise, the end of the world long forgotten now.

 

To love is to despise

To love is to adore

Your beautiful vices.

 

To love is to despise

To love is to adore

Your beautiful vices.

 

This is the price, to my surprise, the end of the world long forgotten now.

 

I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my heart

No matter, my feet will follow these steps beyond the ravine

There are no other colours for my soul

No other colours that can arouse me

No other colours that can control me

No matter, my feet will follow these steps till hells closed doors.

 

To love is to despise

To love is to adore

Your beautiful vices.

 

 

 

Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?

Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame

Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?

Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier

Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.

Disagree, belief; your naked clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing

Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls

Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.

Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.

A door opens another close; you rise, you fall,
it is the grace of life, to be one, to be alone.
It is an empire of dust and fruits; one leads to the other,
life and death hand in hand— it is just life.

It is just life to have it all; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll fear it; you’ll love it so, up and down,
the carousel goes, to be found, to be completely lost.
The caravan of life moves on, despite unfairness,
your fate is yours—it is just life.

It is just life to damned to hell; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

It is just life, rough lovingly life;
it is just life, a blessed sin, life.

A door opens another close; you’ll choose hope or despair,
nothing is wrong as well as nothing is fair—
when the dice roll one or six.

It is just life; it is just life,

do what you will and can.

To change the world, if one can,

is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright

It’s alright.

 

To change the world, if one can,

Is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

Imagine just two, two lives,

colliding faster than the speed of light.

 

Imagine more, than simply two,

conflict is the child issued.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

 

Heart against heart, world against world—

Is there a difference?

Is there a cause?

 

It could all be a dream, a fantasy for just me—

Would I ever notice?

Would I ever bother?

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

To change the world, if one can,

is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

No clear guidance for our cause,

it is meaningless, it all.

 

You are alone amongst thousands,

even in the arms of those you love.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

 

A war is a war; a man is a man—

a fruit on a tree that grows or will pass on.