Pain,the.

I look for pain
in every pleasure
& pleasure
in every pain

im a painful pleasure
seeker

finding pleasure
where i hurt

& hurt where
pleasure is found

im a human being

a mix of animal

& something else

of wich i have both

humerous & tragic

ideas


so i search for the true pain of living

the bloody weltschmertz
of the world
where i see myself looking back
with an agreeable appearance
& not the clownish & colourful
in wich i despair

the clownish part is my secret
but my pain is real & unclothed
& gives me character & sympathy
with fellow arms men
or so they used to
say
in the army boot camp


i was raised in pain
& reckognize only truth
in  the hurting of myself or my  fellow men

pain is the last of the masks
that appears to be of
the flesh

the original expression
of the brute
who`s animal
nature have been
denied for as long
as there have
been caves
& prisons

My sympathy & admiration

to people who`s pain

make my own pain more

endurable

for is it not written

that when there is no more

room in hell

the dead will walk

the earth?


there is so much written information
that will convince you of the other fascinating subject,after another
& leave you wondering how someone in the past
know exactly what you are thinking right now.
A synchronisation of minds swimming among the waves & streams of abyssmal sea of time,& in their merging,a reaction,a noise in the walls,a sudden gush of wind,or perhaps a hiccup.


Listen to the voice of the one who`s pain is greater than himself,& be forever in awe of her nervewrecking revelations.

To the one who`s pain is smaller than himself,listen not & turn hastingly away from his lying abodes.
For in his words are but maggots & in his mind is but murder.


True pain reveals itself  only to  the ones who know what hurting is  all about.Like a familiar sigil  or a totem of untold tales.


Pain is the only beauty, that beauty,the only beauty there is.The pain of existence is the pain of beauty & the love of the same.

Behind every great & manly laughter
there is an equally  profound  pain

Listen thou to the pain  behind
that laugh of the jolly one
& rejoice  not
but reflect upon
that clever hiding
of his true name

for it is in the hiding
& in the hiding
is it
hidden

& beautiful
all the same