poetry &mdash; Ovro https://dotart.blog/ovro/tag:poetry Very short fiction, lyrics, random thoughts Fri, 17 Apr 2026 19:16:20 +0000 This Trinity https://dotart.blog/ovro/this-trinity <![CDATA[1 I took the first breath and exhaled existence. 2 Yearned and deadly is Love. Drives to, from and mad. But still... still... is yearned. 3 I've seen Death, Beautiful, waiting, Cruel, loving and caring, With all the time in the world. #Lyrics #Poetry --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> 1 I took the first breath and exhaled existence.

2

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

3

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

#Lyrics #Poetry

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]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/this-trinity Thu, 02 Apr 2026 21:03:17 +0000 Warning Signs (v2) https://dotart.blog/ovro/warning-signs-v2 <![CDATA[I will dress myself in warning signs Put a red light flashing Have my colours scream poison 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. #poetry #lyrics --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> I will dress myself in warning signs Put a red light flashing Have my colours scream poison

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.

#poetry #lyrics

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/warning-signs-v2 Thu, 26 Mar 2026 08:45:30 +0000 Warning Signs https://dotart.blog/ovro/warning-signs <![CDATA[Too easy to fall for too strange to parse 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 ******* 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. #poetry #lyrics --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> Too easy to fall for too strange to parse

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

********

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.

#poetry #lyrics

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/warning-signs Sun, 15 Feb 2026 17:44:42 +0000 Final Word https://dotart.blog/ovro/final-word <![CDATA[I am the Final Word Moving through the universe From mouth to mouth Rumour speed Light has nothing on me 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 --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> I am the Final Word Moving through the universe From mouth to mouth Rumour speed Light has nothing on me

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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]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/final-word Thu, 06 Nov 2025 16:47:31 +0000 Reptile https://dotart.blog/ovro/reptile <![CDATA[In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my kind will not hide Everytime it's on fire it's erectile Biding time hiding time biting mind 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. --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my kind will not hide Everytime it's on fire it's erectile Biding time hiding time biting mind

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.

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/reptile Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:40:37 +0000 Piggies https://dotart.blog/ovro/piggies <![CDATA[content warning for foul language here! 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… --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> content warning for foul language here!

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…

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/piggies Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:39:55 +0000 Rite https://dotart.blog/ovro/rite <![CDATA[like swarm of locusts she razes the world from blood and wardust conjures the word 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. --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> like swarm of locusts she razes the world from blood and wardust conjures the word

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.

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/rite Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:39:05 +0000 Loner https://dotart.blog/ovro/loner <![CDATA[I think that's about the time I met the loner, Mr. Friend-Seeker. I wasn't looking for anybody, but he was and how he was. He was so lonely and told me, he couldn't understand. I thought he looked tame, good-natured, well-meaning. The kind of man that every mother dreams of. I took notice of him and I felt pity, and I made myself available. Offered my shoulder to cry on, you know. He took up on the offer and I felt pity. He came to me and just didn't go away. You do not understand... 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! --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> I think that's about the time I met the loner, Mr. Friend-Seeker. I wasn't looking for anybody, but he was and how he was. He was so lonely and told me, he couldn't understand. I thought he looked tame, good-natured, well-meaning. The kind of man that every mother dreams of. I took notice of him and I felt pity, and I made myself available. Offered my shoulder to cry on, you know. He took up on the offer and I felt pity. He came to me and just didn't go away. You do not understand...

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!

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/loner Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:36:22 +0000 Underdog https://dotart.blog/ovro/underdog <![CDATA[I am unkempt underdog I've seen world's unclean underbelly but I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order. I'm howling at my moon sign how high ya think my star shines? Bark back dark banks of Black River Oh, mine is Sirius business. Hey you one-armed wonder kids I know your cheats and pony tricks how you binariously bask in your black/white brain-cave disorder. I sneer at the so-called snobs, those self-satisfying slobs, say Hefty Dark Lords in the cellars Oh, Light Knights in blinding armour. All bridled to their idols, clinging to their little egos and their mental vir-gi-ni-ty when I'm in their vi-ci-ni-ty Oh, you one-viewed wonder brains pour bleach inyer ear-tunnel drains Talking dirty cause smart's too hard 'though everything is all there is They're grasping at their blinders clutching to their little egos couchging curses, enlightment wholesale missing marbles, thinking balls are brains Yeah, those Dark Lords in their cellars oh, them Light Knights in blinding armour Seeing world with one eye only 'though everything is all there is. But I'm the unkempt underdog I've cleaned world's unclean underbellies cause I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order. #lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient   Background info Track labeled Underdog can be found on Id|entities, but it is an instrumental one. What is this tomfoolery? Are they different songs? Nope, they are the same song, I just couldn’t hear anybody (including myself) doing the vocals I had written, so I just left them out. Art moves in mysterious ways sometimes. --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> I am unkempt underdog I've seen world's unclean underbelly but I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

I'm howling at my moon sign how high ya think my star shines? Bark back dark banks of Black River Oh, mine is Sirius business.

Hey you one-armed wonder kids I know your cheats and pony tricks how you binariously bask in your black/white brain-cave disorder.

I sneer at the so-called snobs, those self-satisfying slobs, say Hefty Dark Lords in the cellars Oh, Light Knights in blinding armour.

All bridled to their idols, clinging to their little egos and their mental vir-gi-ni-ty when I'm in their vi-ci-ni-ty

Oh, you one-viewed wonder brains pour bleach inyer ear-tunnel drains Talking dirty cause smart's too hard 'though everything is all there is

They're grasping at their blinders clutching to their little egos couchging curses, enlightment wholesale missing marbles, thinking balls are brains

Yeah, those Dark Lords in their cellars oh, them Light Knights in blinding armour Seeing world with one eye only 'though everything is all there is.

But I'm the unkempt underdog I've cleaned world's unclean underbellies cause I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Track labeled Underdog can be found on Id|entities, but it is an instrumental one. What is this tomfoolery? Are they different songs? Nope, they are the same song, I just couldn’t hear anybody (including myself) doing the vocals I had written, so I just left them out. Art moves in mysterious ways sometimes.

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/underdog Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:35:38 +0000 Shut-off https://dotart.blog/ovro/shut-off <![CDATA[keep quiet stay quiet you're just a voice in my head you're just a voice of the dead stay quiet be quiet you're just a voice from the past you're just a voice that won't last be quiet keep quiet I keep my secrets shackled I keep my lovers boxed in keep quiet stay quiet your manhood on my mantelpiece your flesh cubed, wrapped in plastic perfectly preserved stay quiet be quiet your liver cut,friend an' served your guts fed to stray dogs be quiet keep quiet your heart dried fin'lly true size friends found you tasteless keep quiet stay quite your hide tanned sold on market little baggies made of skin stay quiet be quiet your bones bleached hung out to dry i hid them in plain sight be quiet die quiet stay in the box I put you in stay in your plastic wrappers do not make me come and get you do not make me come and cut you again you just wait 'till I get home die quiet keep quiet   #lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient   Background info Shut-off is a sister track to Absent, with both appearing on Id|entities. Of all the different voices and stories on that album, Shut-off and Absent definitely happen in the same universe. With the others one can speculate about but these two leak into each others, include voices from each others and tell two sides of the same story. Whether there are two or just one body containing the voices - that I leave for the listener to decide. The video for Shut-off was fun to film and got me some worried looks in Tampere train station. --- Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.]]> keep quiet stay quiet

you're just a voice in my head you're just a voice of the dead

stay quiet be quiet

you're just a voice from the past you're just a voice that won't last

be quiet keep quiet

I keep my secrets shackled I keep my lovers boxed in

keep quiet stay quiet

your manhood on my mantelpiece your flesh cubed, wrapped in plastic perfectly preserved

stay quiet be quiet

your liver cut,friend an' served your guts fed to stray dogs

be quiet keep quiet

your heart dried fin'lly true size friends found you tasteless

keep quiet stay quite

your hide tanned sold on market little baggies made of skin

stay quiet be quiet

your bones bleached hung out to dry i hid them in plain sight

be quiet die quiet

stay in the box I put you in stay in your plastic wrappers

do not make me come and get you do not make me come and cut you

again

you just wait 'till I get home

die quiet keep quiet

  #lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Shut-off is a sister track to Absent, with both appearing on Id|entities. Of all the different voices and stories on that album, Shut-off and Absent definitely happen in the same universe. With the others one can speculate about but these two leak into each others, include voices from each others and tell two sides of the same story. Whether there are two or just one body containing the voices – that I leave for the listener to decide.

The video for Shut-off was fun to film and got me some worried looks in Tampere train station.

Fedizen of the mastodon.art at @ovro@mastodon.art, come say hi.

]]> https://dotart.blog/ovro/shut-off Mon, 14 Jul 2025 21:34:38 +0000