Justified Savage One

 

When we boil down the essence of where our movements have taken us, the steps of the beginning up till now, then we may see the surrounding as it is, in this moment, just a little different. Shining bright and clear, a spectrum of colors spreading out, peacocks tail, a spectacle of noise and frequencies. Shine. The mundane reality of now lurking like a thick coat around you as you see only what’s in front of you, now, this very moment. Sparkling, you.

I saw an oasis in a politically stolen desert, felt real heat and limitations

Boil it down, rectify, purify and refine the whole bloody mess, to the essence, the core, to the stone of your unique You. Simplify, make no excuses as you methodically cut off dead weight, trimming of the useless fat of days whom are choking the pure light to shine, hindering ones breath to be clear and full. Inhale, from nostrils deep into the belly and up, through the points of all life, to the diamond of though, the seventh.

I ate with the locals on dark roadsides, loud crickets above screaming engines

Is there anybody out there? Alone on the road, on the beach and in the forest? One with the free flowing wind, one with the rolling waves. Naked solitude, true believer of senses that must be aired and on the move at all times. Let us ride, ride on our grace once more, no attachments or achievements required while the movements gets stronger and faster, pulling harder towards your nebula of rich flavors and strong impacts.

I fell of a mountain, curiosity of the forbidden grabbed hold of me, hair standing on end

No time for games, no time to waste as you ask for nothing in return, giving little, receiving much. The home you always have learned to live with is within you. Unstable stability, portable and on the move, always next up. Hard to be satisfied when you are constantly waking up to a new start, unbeaten path of most resistance from the moment you set a foot down and move it forward. Motionless speed.

I have drowned in paradise, slowly sinking to the bottom whilst light shining clear above

Met beauty in the South on the North island. A hesitant and exotic mess from another galaxy took my hand and held it for 2 month straight. Taught my ego to take a hike, caring for this someone, a daughter, a sister, a lover, distant on all levels, a friend than anyone else. 25 years later we once again sit on distant shores looking out, prepared to leave her, for good, wondering why and how. A man, a curious human, a dog and a lover, a thinking ape. A losing achiever with respect for few, respected by fewer. Much love to give to whomever wants it. I’ll die for you all, you are me. The Steppen Wolf.

I’ve been far out at sea where the storms speak loud and clear, traversed oceans longing for more

Staring into the night, knowing the dark as it is my friend, holding onto the knowledge that I am one with the shadows. Nothing to fear but man and the machines he produces. The night is a welcoming relief from a mediocre stretch of day. In the dark your visions becomes clear and vivid, one with the shadows. Nocturnal knowledge seeps into every pore, letting your being feel and experience weightless transformation. The four elements speak your language, bottomless void, life giving flames, dirt beneath your body, deep breath as you awake.

Walked with the barefoot Sherpa on tangled paths witnessed the highest peaks reaching the sky

Believer of nothing, feeling the pull of the granite, the altitude weighing down every move as you step up and beyond your limits. Massive and loaded with force the peaks speaks your language, speaks to the lone walker. Struggling for air in the open. Sleeping restlessly, boxed in with the cold as only companion at night, always feeling the pull, the need to reach higher into the sky. Daydreaming, deprived of the essential, muscles screaming for nutrition, step after step on tangled paths. Happiness takes on different shapes up here, only you matters, amongst the monolith of fear and endless joy.

Walked through Jungles where competition for space and lights is all, survival of the fittest matters

Together, just the two of us. Old time companion, partner and wife. Walking quietly on overgrown paths, just the rustle of the tall grass gently brushing against worn clothes. Sandal clad dirty feet. Tangled roots and decomposed matter giving life to growth, all wanting up and beyond, fighting a slow battle for light and space. Pressed air filled these paths as we walked in silence, she always behind. Sky covered in green, reaching down, touching us, grabbing us and capturing our imaginations. Motionless daydream, jungle of beauty and fear, forest mantra of the highest order.

I have cycled amongst the skyscrapers on rainy nights, sky lit haze over the pulsating maze of steel and glass

Always homesick for a distant place, another universe than the original. Birthplace a meaningless ghost haunting your imagination. What does it mean to have been born in the far North? A satisfaction to know that your being is of an unknown nature to the rest of the world, a true ghost of the Scandinavian peninsular. But here, amongst the skyscrapers and tangled visual noise of the metropolis do I find a home of sort, where I can relax and feel free, little did I know, much was learned. 

Been drifting endless miles in the flat hostile Outback, seeking the horizon while finding the cure

Friends, drifting  aimlessly out into the open dry landscape of our dreams. Knowing little about what to come and where we ought to be but here, now, right here. Learning and taking knowledge, the path of the continent of the old world never seize to amaze us. As we went aimlessly along the left-hand path, curious and wild, we found a cure to the pains of our youth. Friends taking refuge in our innocent search for adventure, curiosity did not kill the cat, but gave it a meaning to live, a meaning to be able to say that I have lived and nothing else matters.

I’ve witnessed the dolphins hunt at midnight, under Satellite contraptions of steel and machinery

Open sea, away but at home. At the end of the world yet presence in the absolute center of life. Aching muscles and burned skin sharing limited space with men of histories of their own. At the strike of midnight creatures of the deep ascend, feeding relentless dolphins under the floodlights. We here, giving the opportunist a chance to an easy meal. The cycle of life disturbed and made easy, rubbing the system out of sync. Daydreaming nights alone on a breezy deck, I was happy then, simply happy and content in my limited space on this surface. Endless dept below, dark and hostile. The sound of dolphins coming up for air waking the lust for life in me.

I have the smell and touch of true beauty still in my senses, movements of love still in my muscles 

Dry warm skin. The smell of need and want filling my senses as she lay next to me. Dark skin touching me. Warm skin feeling me. Questions of desire, always seeking her out, finding her and grabbing her attention. Aimless desires awakened by her, always her. Goddess. Leaving no traces behind as we embrace and dive into the deepest of oceans, how you all have shaped me into a better man. How you have all made me a monster that left you all behind in the wake somehow. Me moving forward, breaking all promises and strings as I relentlessly fades out to find myself on a distant shore. Traveling without moving. Always her, always loving me unconditionally as only she can.

At night I arrived at the river after countless days, to find true happiness and freedom of my youth

Alone but never lonely. Finding myself standing at the mighty river, sweeping beneath me like a brown serpent, splitting the Metropolis in half. Night comes early closer to the axis, the globe spins on, the river flows with the same devastating tranquility as my one mind now, bigger than life. Living true and simple, alone in the night, knowing how-to. Happy and hungry for more, the bend still welcoming, the path uneven but a pleasure to walk. Leaning on hope, letting the gut steer the way out and beyond. The youth of a lifetime, lived and savored. Wiping the slate clean.

I have come in contact with true rage and brutality, unconscious loner on wet pavement, living life

Drunken madness, pocket full of earned cash. Following no ones directions yet falling for the pressure of ones fellow man. Drunk and crazed on life and adventure. New ports, new faces spewing the same shit but in different tongues. Gritty and worn folks, same needs to be heard and understood. Same old shit as everywhere where men of blue collars meet. Ugly women. Avoiding the true nature of ones own destiny. Hiding behind a loud persona with a fake confident riding heavy on an already tired back. The fist came as in slow motion, dreamlike fade out in the night, the rain never stopped.

Artistic creation, I have given my eye to the underground, trusted amongst outcast misfits and freethinkers

The seeker of moments, giving all and taking more. Unjustified need to see and capture. Underground in the city of broken dreams, of hopeless magnitude. It was here I made myself a name. Verbally dazed I got my voice heard in the underground. Doors was open and I stepped through them all, with manner and confident capturing the sounds of the outcasts, the misfits and outsiders. Motion of sound and light framed and taken. A hunter in the night, a monkey with a mission making my voice heard in the deafening sound of the Metropolis. A purpose, a will to be. Everyone knows the monkey, the monkey knows no one. 

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