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Yearned and deadly is Love. Drives to, from and mad. But still... still... is yearned.

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I've seen Death, Beautiful, waiting, Cruel, loving and caring, With all the time in the world.

#Lyrics #Poetry

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At 18 I was told “You're gonna break hearts and not even know it, You are going to break hearts and not even notice”

Meet me at the gates of the gardens of heaven I'll take you to see the void

Meet me at the gates, I'll leave them unlocked Just be there, be there and wait

Documenting an ongoing process of lyric writing. First version just below this one in blog view.

The prediction (which was actually said to me) doesn't that well fit here. We'll see if it sticks or gets thrown out.

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Each of my touches seem to leave scars

Too old to hold to too young to die

Too cold to fondle too quick to cry

I will dress in warning signs:

Toxic waste, Beware of mines

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Beginning last summer I posted a bunch of old lyrics of mine. Early drafts, scribbled down ideas, unused bits, unfinished thoughts.

Among these I posted some final forms, with sometimes only a line or basic consept remaining from those early versions.

The short piece above is what will in the future be an early draft. It was written on Sunday, 8th of February 2026 and by the time I got it written down I knew: this won't do.

The piece is raw and emotional, but the rhyming makes me feel like I'm going to get on stage on a local village culture night's open mic with a bunch of other uneducated in the arts of poetry but having a lot to say villagers.

Not that I'm anything but for village culture nights and uneducated in the arts of poetry folks writing rhymes anyway. At least in this I don't have double standards.

By the following day I was ready to ditch everything but the last four lines. While the feelings expressed in the beginning of the poem/lyrics piece come from trying to express heartfelt things, do I sound whiny? Granted, the lines were not written without tears, but still...

On the other hand, dressing in warning signs takes control of what happens to the narrator, be as it may the end result remaining the same.

We'll see.

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“I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for your loss of the feeling of wonder, of excitement, of the feeling of something that did not exist before taking form because you created it with your mind and your hands.

I'm sorry for your loss of feeling frustrated, not quite there yet.

I'm sorry for your loss of the will to grow, to learn, to can, to do and be better.

I am really sorry for your loss.”

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Originally a reply to this post

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I am the Final Word On tips of every tongue Rolling easy Finding all who speak

I am the Final Word Tying all tongues The End of spoken world

I am the Final Word Cleansing the Universe

I am the Final Word

#Poetry

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In a month flat From wanted to an un-. From erotic to esoteric, and... somewhat ethereal.

(One starvin' artist, Now 30% less!* * in weight not in value, may contain emotional damage.)

Disintegrated, completely Reconfigured, mostly Knowing now, I am me not an minus one.

Summer of 2025. Filed under: done.

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Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

Took the seed took a peek through the key-hole Used the key swam the sea of my soul burst my heart tore apart all my learned roles climbed the three to be free of my fouls

Will you use your third eye if I show how open mind open wide do it now Are you content to be just a pet cow or the worst do you thirst to be sow

Open your black eye Let out the reptile

Behind your deep mind is a reptile its the kind that your mind tries to hide if you try you will find it's erectile put to use you can't lose if you try

In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my mind will not hide it's allright it's all mine it's erectile riding mind hiding time pr'vidin' pride

Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Happy go lucky kind of song (or what counts as happy go lucky for an Ovro track) about the benefits of listening to your reptile brain once in a while, never released.

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This little Piggy went to market, This little Piggy stayed at home, This little Piggy had roast beef, This little Piggy had none.

This little Piggy joined the army,¨ got fried to crisp bacon in a far-away land.

This little Piggy met the wrong kind of people, got all narked up and became a crack whore, selling his little pink ass for $ 5 a pop.

This little Piggy found Jesus and lived in constant fear of Hell, shouting Fire & Brimstone on street corners.

This little Piggy became a rune-toting skinhead, he beat up the Jesus-freak, not knowing they both shared a secret passion for the crack-whore piggy-boy...

This little Piggy grew up to be a real Pig, he became a corrupted cop he saw the skinhead beating the jesus-freak but did nothing, serves the hippy right he thought and went back home to the little sow who had none.

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Final track on Ten., released as an instrumental because, well, you read the lyrics…

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blood thickens, quickens rushes to you head you're willing, eager (soon) conquered in her bed

she saw you dreaming of being the beast the air is steaming get down on your knees

you're ridden, hidden lost in her veils see only scarlet learn pleasures and pains

transformed and cleaming you stand at the door no longer dreaming fulfilling the law

you rise up, wisened hawk-head held high arched, pleased she stars up her sky

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Thelemic song about initiation, performed once by Hæretici 7o74 at Lumous Gothic festival, Tampere. Never released.

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At first – at first we had fun. Went out, we danced, we laughed, partied. I didn't see what was going on in his mind, I didn't realize. He was always there. Where ever I turned, he was there, he was breathing down my neck.He was always so eager to see me, but he always wanted more and it felt suffocating. So... I tried to avoid him, but it made everything worse. I tried to avoid him, but it made things worse.

When I first met him, I had a vision in a glass of darkness. He was looking in the mirror and his reflection turned away. Now I know why. His image knew what was in him. I only saw a glimpse through the cracks. Then the cracks widened, it all poured down on me.

These days I don't go anywhere. I don't dance, I don't talk, my laugh is a bit different. These days I don't go anywhere. There's nowhere to go. I may laugh different, my smile may be twisted. I may laugh differently, but he can't laugh at all anymore

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Another way of telling this kind of story was The Lonely One, but this was what ended up on Id|entities. This version drew inspiration from a real life Friend-Seeker I had encountered, who followed me everywhere (mostly digitally) and who I ended up treating badly just to get myself back.

It is not a part of my life I look back on with any kind of pride, but that loner broke something in me that’s taken years to rebuild. They were very much trying to push me into their mold, trying to make me the me they had built an idealized image of (an image real me could never live up to). If only I saw the error of my existence and changed!

My somewhat creepy video for Loner is on YT. Some day I’ll get around to switching to PeerTube, I swear!

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