sunnuntai, 8. maaliskuu 2020

Practicality In Morninblight (WIP)

It was not a normal day for Laki.

This day had seen him struggle to find any coin for his keep, even at this makeshift town where they did not look sourly at passing folk to the east... well they did. He was a "mountain man". An enemy. But he kept his wits about him and his face as well. And he was going west.

Even at this tavern while digging into his wateru porridge, it was exiting, a new way of doing things. A way to say "fuck you" to the past.

The weather was bad and the roads had been soggy for weeks and it looked like it was not getting any better soon. Autumn in the east was always shitty.


Laki had walked the only street on this suddenly important town. By the looks of it, it was a staging ground for a battle with many stern looking men at the nearby camp.

He'd tipped his hat at the few armoured men that were lounging at the porch of the local inn. "Talor's"

"Look at that nancy fancy mountain boy."  One of had remarked.


He left their fuckery to themselves and sidled by the fire to keep warm. Ordered ale, gruel and bread. 

Laki unbuckled his weapon belts, and shoes; then pointedly stared at the small room. Turned his back to it and put his boots on the hearth to dry.

The were about 20 tables, half of them nothing but makeshift split-log things made to accommodate the rising clientéle that was quickly drinking, eating and possibly fucking itself into a battle. They were boisterous. But the look had made it sure that none supped at his table. They left him alone. The smell of death 

It was not a good place to be. It made Laki feel a bit... restricted. But man has to sleep sometimes.


The innkeeper approached him first.

"What ya be wanting?"

"Place to sleep, bread, butter and whatever you've got in that pot will be enough."

He dropped a few silver coins on the table, pointedly.

"Much obliged, sir. We... I'll send a girl to you with you food."


Fuck it all. Tired. This march from the mountains, the memories. And not even 19 years old yet. 

I could have been in a warrior cult. I should've been.


[chunks missing, mercenaries, camp, deal, preparation, ambush, conflict)


A sudden steer, just a little bit of the flesh

A spoon-fed bite, knife edge full of caress

Tear it down, tear it in, swivel

Take it out, from side to side, shiver


A yard of mud and bones becomes the stage.

Some like it dangerous, some like something else,

So silver coin are promised to set the.... wheels running.


The first cut releases a ghost.

Eager, yearning eyes. Desperetaly gnawing at me
roll, parry, thurst to end the point

Finally the flesh decides what it hates the most.

Eager, yearning eyes. Lovingly praying for me
toll, bleary, unready soon out of sight.

He checks the kill. Draws an arrow out of his shoulder.
Shudder.
Snatches all of its money. All the concoctions from the belts.
Better.

Not relishing, there is always another hill.

Just to be born anew."


Laki remembers, as if startled from a dream. The assassin's mark! A burning spider between the flesh of its thumb and forefinger. Ready to be shown. Always hidden.

And now again. On this field, the same mark, on a coin hidden in a dead man's boot.

lauantai, 22. helmikuu 2020

LXI

Tuttu mies

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Musiikkia

Olli oli semmoinen lapsuuden ystäväni isä, jonka kanssa pelattiin näppistä hiekkalaatikolla. (minulla on se ralliauto vieläkin)
Käytiin samaa lastentarhaa and all that jazz.
Komea poika, myöhemmin komea mies ja kitaristi. Vankilakundi. Heitin sitä kerran kivellä päähän. Ja kävyllä. Oltiin eriaikaan pihalla. 

Olli oli jotain sukua isän serkulle. Käytiin siellä talolla ja syötiin jäätelöä. 
Se oli ihan tien varressa ja oli perkeleesti avointa peltoa joka suuntaan.

Heinien takana on toinen maailma.

Joskus sinut viedään paikkoihin joissa haluat olla, joskus joku haluaa sinut pois.

Mutta kaipaan itseäni joka oli siinä lammen ääressä ja näki ystävän, kaipaan...

 

tiistai, 11. helmikuu 2020

Semantics


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The tickets were free she's said to me
(but the ride will leave you wanting)

Curled up fists and anger in my eyes,
cemented the cemetery of our time

Lies are easy, they come,
of your lips like... like

I still love you,
I would have no other,
take these matches to keep our love warm for ever


Forever.

So that was that.
Rings thrown into a ditch.
Forget the bitch.

Easy as easy does. Some feel more.
Some feel better.

The tickets were free she's said to me
(but the ride will leave you wanting)

Curled up fists and anger in my eyes,
cemented the cemetery of our time

Lies are easy, they come,
of your lips like... like

I still love you,
I would have no other,
take these matches to keep our love warm for ever


Forever.

So that was that.
Rings thrown into a ditch.
Forget the bitch.

Easy as easy does. Some feel more.
Some feel better.

The tickets weren't free he's said to me

(but the ride will leave you wanting)

Curled up fists and anger in your eyes,
cemented the cemetery of our time

Lies are easy, they come,
of my lips like... like

I still love you,
I would have no other,
take these matches to keep our love warm for ever


Forever.

So that was that.
Rings thrown into a ditch.
Forget the bastard.

Easy as easy does. Some feel more.
Some feel worse.

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lauantai, 8. helmikuu 2020

LX

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Hävitettyjen historia

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Olet minulle oudot kasvot käsieni välissä,
olet rakkauteni tiellä ja sinun pitää mennä

Löysin sinut sanojen välistä ja rakastuin,
oikeaan kuvajaiseen, joka on kauneinta mitä voisi sanoa

Kyyneleet kultaa yöt joissa puhutaan totuuksia,
siitä mitä on tuleva ja kuinka kauniilta näytät tänään

Mikä olikaan se kaunein sana?

Muistan sen ja suljen sydämeeni lukkojen taakse,
avatessani ovet olet taas luonani.

Kuoleman pelko löytyy kuoleman läheltä,
olkoon se liukas asfaltti tai runo rakkaudesta.

lauantai, 1. helmikuu 2020

Kaadun käsiisi

Herätän sinut

ja sinä vastaat katseeseen.

Sillä hetkellä olen hänen uudestaan.

 

Puhuin kerran erään ystäväni kanssa kuinka banaalia olisi kirjoittaa rakkausrunoja,

kun ne ei tule luonnostaan,

mutta sitä ennen en ollut tavannut sinua.

 

Miten tämä leffa jatkuu? Mitä ne sanoo? Ajattelee...

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