I sit on my bed
emptiness staring at me
thoughts possess me, controlling
all of me body
it hit me like nature hits people
when it feels like showing off,
but inside me,
like a gigantic hailstorm out of nowhere
ripping up all your defenses in seconds
and giving your umbrella
a time of its life
literally
dead
umbrella
death inside this
body
fate, deeper meaning, universal causality?
I need no prosecution
I plead guilty
what is my sentence
that's all I long to know
for what it's worth i'm contemned
to life
after that I have dream of letting go
enjoy for goodness in life
in tiniest things
and bring my death home
request is to spread it to sea on windy day
in the place I was happy
a long time gone
Well of Words
Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.
A Poem
Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
The Poet In Me
Nice to see you here!
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
tiistai 17. toukokuuta 2016
Ready
Four feet and inches
on tall wooden box
shoveled
ready
what about the ones
left behind
nothing unfinished he left
he willed even the last
glass of wine
something not said
or heard?
every last screw was counted
nail and mortar too
precision was done by perfection
under magnifying glass
a house it became
for what and for whom
ready
years upon years traveled by
walk around with glancing eyes
knock knock on the wall
bulldozed it shall
said the man
leveled and done
cleaned so neat
ready was done
what does it look like
how does it seem
by wings of bird from skies
eyes so high
from dirt by blacks of an ant
in morning at night
with binoculars
from far I suppose with telescope
to spot what's ready
it is easy a task
turn and look
the telescope the other way
around
ready
on tall wooden box
shoveled
ready
what about the ones
left behind
nothing unfinished he left
he willed even the last
glass of wine
something not said
or heard?
every last screw was counted
nail and mortar too
precision was done by perfection
under magnifying glass
a house it became
for what and for whom
ready
years upon years traveled by
walk around with glancing eyes
knock knock on the wall
bulldozed it shall
said the man
leveled and done
cleaned so neat
ready was done
what does it look like
how does it seem
by wings of bird from skies
eyes so high
from dirt by blacks of an ant
in morning at night
with binoculars
from far I suppose with telescope
to spot what's ready
it is easy a task
turn and look
the telescope the other way
around
ready
Happiness
All of the years
days in thousands
scarcity of words
and the left unsaid
multitude of the ones
that stand for nothing
in the end
how many are the deeds that
truly made significance
mindfullof memories stuffed and crammed
tiny little smallest ones
hovering shivering in obscurity
pains in sorrows of the loads
as if poured on you
for all the tons worth
thin with joy
yet giant leaps
dozens of acres sized moments
few a dreamful forgettable ones
the ones
are they happiness
days in thousands
scarcity of words
and the left unsaid
multitude of the ones
that stand for nothing
in the end
how many are the deeds that
truly made significance
mindfullof memories stuffed and crammed
tiny little smallest ones
hovering shivering in obscurity
pains in sorrows of the loads
as if poured on you
for all the tons worth
thin with joy
yet giant leaps
dozens of acres sized moments
few a dreamful forgettable ones
the ones
are they happiness
torstai 12. toukokuuta 2016
Would you set the bed for me love
Would you set the bed
my love
for me to kiss
you there
for me to run
my hand like a rapid
playfully splashing slowly caressing
like water robbing on stone
smooth to fit my hand
hard yet soft
and tender
fitting
would you set the bed
my love
for me
to converge into you
as a way that makes stars to lose
their shine in comparison
to flame as lava inside your vain
ardor like a burn
moments before fall
into one - me, you, us -
and the burst
would you set the bed
my love
for me
to come and blaze burning flames
on your skin, inside you, with the hunger in me
for you to splosh and weep as does the creek in spring
and scrape the last of strips from my back
would you set the bed
my love
for me
for the lava as a shapeless mold
chameleon of formulaic
one for two
shake off the worldly woes
for us as dream that was dreamt
perfection fulfilled the moment longer stretched
would you set the bed
my love
for me
my love
for me to kiss
you there
for me to run
my hand like a rapid
playfully splashing slowly caressing
like water robbing on stone
smooth to fit my hand
hard yet soft
and tender
fitting
would you set the bed
my love
for me
to converge into you
as a way that makes stars to lose
their shine in comparison
to flame as lava inside your vain
ardor like a burn
moments before fall
into one - me, you, us -
and the burst
would you set the bed
my love
for me
to come and blaze burning flames
on your skin, inside you, with the hunger in me
for you to splosh and weep as does the creek in spring
and scrape the last of strips from my back
would you set the bed
my love
for me
for the lava as a shapeless mold
chameleon of formulaic
one for two
shake off the worldly woes
for us as dream that was dreamt
perfection fulfilled the moment longer stretched
would you set the bed
my love
for me
keskiviikko 11. toukokuuta 2016
Bubbles
Like a rainy day
oh, what a pathetic way
to begin my poem
except that it's a rainless way
I hop a long and, no
no sway to
make the dulliest of rhymes
my rainy day rains not on me
yet rainbow of mine
superceads having at least
compared to yours
a few colors more
today
spring s under my feet
lightly I move along
I am like soap bubbles
in slight breeze colored by sun
to sparkle like a prism
lighter and fragile
I am tempted to become
if I do burst
no worries nor harm
let's just blow some of me more
oh, what a pathetic way
to begin my poem
except that it's a rainless way
I hop a long and, no
no sway to
make the dulliest of rhymes
my rainy day rains not on me
yet rainbow of mine
superceads having at least
compared to yours
a few colors more
today
spring s under my feet
lightly I move along
I am like soap bubbles
in slight breeze colored by sun
to sparkle like a prism
lighter and fragile
I am tempted to become
if I do burst
no worries nor harm
let's just blow some of me more
Butterflies Our Lives
Butterflies and human minds
have you looked at them fly?
insane like drunk and driving
a plane
better yet, a helicopter
oh, look a butterfly, smiles the child,
the "innocent" mind
how many can correct it
swallowtail to be?
with varying colors and
shapes as we
are same
but marked essentially
different lives
both outside and within
ourselves
butterflies are preyed
most of their lives
and proportioned time not
truly alive
we are but butterflies
in breeze of time
imagine a water drop
landing on us
during our
whimsy
flight
caught by life
on butterfly net or
bare hands
makes massive distinction
on affects, how we translate the life
in our heads
image is bright, colorful flight
in sunshiny day
human conduct is bound by rules
and laws to protect
us from ourselves
otherwise we live in shadows
of our thoughts
did you know that ninety percent of
lepidopterans are in fact moths?
as per se we must fly
if we open our eyes from
self-deceit
metamorphosis appears only
from child to adult
anything else
is driven from denial
tiistai 10. toukokuuta 2016
Finns And Gypsies
The year has warmed, first
slowly like a brick wall,
market place normally occupied
by teenagers spitting on ground
and half a dozen professional drunks
has been electric shocked (back) to life
rarity of event of
sudden sunny day lures
the Finns to linger
from their graves
I even hear them talking aloud
and suddenly shockingly realize I'm going along
Gypsies are posted on the parking lot
selling and buying everything anyone's got
while waiting there repair parts fetched
by the lowest of rank
to their youngsters' rusted automobile
for sale for 500 euros and carton of cigarette
to come with the car
they utilize the sun and see opportunity to sales
slowly like a brick wall,
market place normally occupied
by teenagers spitting on ground
and half a dozen professional drunks
has been electric shocked (back) to life
rarity of event of
sudden sunny day lures
the Finns to linger
from their graves
I even hear them talking aloud
and suddenly shockingly realize I'm going along
Gypsies are posted on the parking lot
selling and buying everything anyone's got
while waiting there repair parts fetched
by the lowest of rank
to their youngsters' rusted automobile
for sale for 500 euros and carton of cigarette
to come with the car
they utilize the sun and see opportunity to sales
Ropes, Poisons, Guns...
Oh, I wish I was a
citizen of US of A
would have bought one
from local Walmart
and gone out under the stars
and felt the cold sting under my chin
last look at the Orion
and gone happily ever after
or I wish I'd had access to goblet
of the good old poisonous cocktail
what a wonderful way to end the days
with cigar and wine or even
cognac, unless,
it's too fine to be spoiled
with the poisonous lime
but no, not in here and now;
cannot even get a prescription on insomnia
alternatives scarce: rope is so barbarous way
and wrists, well, I might be
couple of pieces short of being a man
so "Here I stand. I can do no other"
and thinking again - I'm writing again
re-married and occasionally having a ball
of my life, writing these thoughts of sorts
citizen of US of A
would have bought one
from local Walmart
and gone out under the stars
and felt the cold sting under my chin
last look at the Orion
and gone happily ever after
or I wish I'd had access to goblet
of the good old poisonous cocktail
what a wonderful way to end the days
with cigar and wine or even
cognac, unless,
it's too fine to be spoiled
with the poisonous lime
but no, not in here and now;
cannot even get a prescription on insomnia
alternatives scarce: rope is so barbarous way
and wrists, well, I might be
couple of pieces short of being a man
so "Here I stand. I can do no other"
and thinking again - I'm writing again
re-married and occasionally having a ball
of my life, writing these thoughts of sorts
maanantai 9. toukokuuta 2016
Few Lines of Letters
8th grade
I had lost what I am
in realization
that I wasn't truly what
I actually was
did not know but the fact
that I was only shadows of what
the others made me
popular, local celebrity at
the age of t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n
lost in that swirl
broken the rules, hearts
and something fragile inside
pain increased as despise,
first sober thoughts were
disguised from revelation, to be turned
into self-hate, cutting
withdrawal, snake slithering to
its pit
I was squeezed out from fluids of live
turned inside, and the inside out
burning insecurity in
expectations out
-side
hibernation, the ice four age teen
like a dying species
alone, loneliness grows exponentially
I made acquaintance with the moon
soul mates surrounded by stars and occasional
shivering lights, magical waves
of polar lights
cold, lifeless, visited still by friends
I did push away them
breathing poison through my lungs to heart
and brains just enough,
and slowly too, to keep me alive
to see my death fuller and fuller, constantly
thinking of bursting
I found a way out of my self-made solitude and
yes, I met my redemption
in letters and words of books as I
hid myself in them
I found a way to dilute the poison out
in words of a poet greatest
on the earth:
"Thank you for life, Mother
Few lines I made letters today
That's all. I am happy."
For all the muses in the world
I took upon me
those simple
words
and do still
and forevermore
when levels of poison
run high to be cleansed again
"Few lines...That's all"
I had lost what I am
in realization
that I wasn't truly what
I actually was
did not know but the fact
that I was only shadows of what
the others made me
popular, local celebrity at
the age of t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n
lost in that swirl
broken the rules, hearts
and something fragile inside
pain increased as despise,
first sober thoughts were
disguised from revelation, to be turned
into self-hate, cutting
withdrawal, snake slithering to
its pit
I was squeezed out from fluids of live
turned inside, and the inside out
burning insecurity in
expectations out
-side
hibernation, the ice four age teen
like a dying species
alone, loneliness grows exponentially
I made acquaintance with the moon
soul mates surrounded by stars and occasional
shivering lights, magical waves
of polar lights
cold, lifeless, visited still by friends
I did push away them
breathing poison through my lungs to heart
and brains just enough,
and slowly too, to keep me alive
to see my death fuller and fuller, constantly
thinking of bursting
I found a way out of my self-made solitude and
yes, I met my redemption
in letters and words of books as I
hid myself in them
I found a way to dilute the poison out
in words of a poet greatest
on the earth:
"Thank you for life, Mother
Few lines I made letters today
That's all. I am happy."
For all the muses in the world
I took upon me
those simple
words
and do still
and forevermore
when levels of poison
run high to be cleansed again
"Few lines...That's all"
------------------------------------
Hurry On
In hurry, I hurry on, like a hurry
never before
as long as I make it round
four corners
of the street of life
hurry, hurry on to where
from whence
as long as I carry on
who knows where this takes me
the road
as long as I hurry on
on with hurry
through the scattered noise
and motion
filling my head
going insane
if I don't get along with the hurry
I just be better off dead
if I can't shake off
this life
I hurry on
never before
as long as I make it round
four corners
of the street of life
hurry, hurry on to where
from whence
as long as I carry on
who knows where this takes me
the road
as long as I hurry on
on with hurry
through the scattered noise
and motion
filling my head
going insane
if I don't get along with the hurry
I just be better off dead
if I can't shake off
this life
I hurry on
Blinded To See
Crippled the crumble
fallen on knees
heavy weighted fall
the wounded crawl, in
dungeons of hope
heinous not to hold
together, but tumble
your prune
ripe, overdone and
at last rotten
forgotten
done
locked, sealed and
eyes opened
watchfully, so so slowly
to view the ruins
to build upon yesterday's
pieces, recollected constructs
of art of life
one way or the other
the other makes one
anew, use not to get used
by lack of simmering sight
in roulette of
night
the dark side of the moon
does in fact shape
the light
fallen on knees
heavy weighted fall
the wounded crawl, in
dungeons of hope
heinous not to hold
together, but tumble
your prune
ripe, overdone and
at last rotten
forgotten
done
locked, sealed and
eyes opened
watchfully, so so slowly
to view the ruins
to build upon yesterday's
pieces, recollected constructs
of art of life
one way or the other
the other makes one
anew, use not to get used
by lack of simmering sight
in roulette of
night
the dark side of the moon
does in fact shape
the light
Love Fixes Antenna
Plate roof slippery when
covered on ice
perfect for
a snow glider slide
if not the fall
antenna has been harassed
by early winter's gales
live on, now, at once,
the Idols finale season number nine
wife's a wife, love's a wife
and life's a wife
break a leg and break a neck
in the name of life of wife
it's a slippery climb
covered on ice
perfect for
a snow glider slide
if not the fall
antenna has been harassed
by early winter's gales
live on, now, at once,
the Idols finale season number nine
wife's a wife, love's a wife
and life's a wife
break a leg and break a neck
in the name of life of wife
it's a slippery climb
lauantai 7. toukokuuta 2016
Between Packed Ice
A prisoner
inside my head
heart is closed
squeezed between
packed ice
receptive?
with a dozen spears
pierced through me,
deathly,
spiky to be considered
as human
sun's shine lights
but
warms not
it teases
when wind is shut off
like flashlight pointed
straight towards your sight
start off with a wrong foot?
rather with wrong body
yet underestimated expression
in a wrong life
how's that?
anger has no limits
when it pivots inside
deep
compelled to silence
passer-by's careless smile
cuts more severe than
cutting your wrist
bitter bees covet
every cavity and
expand your mind's
universes beyond everything
with bitter sweet
poison
another day
or yet
give me another
life
or
death
inside my head
heart is closed
squeezed between
packed ice
receptive?
with a dozen spears
pierced through me,
deathly,
spiky to be considered
as human
sun's shine lights
but
warms not
it teases
when wind is shut off
like flashlight pointed
straight towards your sight
start off with a wrong foot?
rather with wrong body
yet underestimated expression
in a wrong life
how's that?
anger has no limits
when it pivots inside
deep
compelled to silence
passer-by's careless smile
cuts more severe than
cutting your wrist
bitter bees covet
every cavity and
expand your mind's
universes beyond everything
with bitter sweet
poison
another day
or yet
give me another
life
or
death
perjantai 6. toukokuuta 2016
Painted Sunrise
Bloody skies
I rip over me
out of Hades' sombre
minds traveler
without leaves
on my roots I stand
naked for passer-by
to point at
ugly as dead
and dead at least
I look under from my
branches
leaves of my life
as a rotten pile
picked up by winds
mixed up in deaths of others'
as a rotten pile
melancholic eyes
watered in their gaze
colored setting downs
deeds that are past and done
beautiful red with yellow hues
but wistful and insane of saudade
cut out from realities as if
dislocated from its joints
my sunrises tiptoe
silently behind the curtains
in secret
above the clouds
life wills to be
for me everlasting winter
brightest of sunshine of spring
is only painting
creation of novice's poor
experimentation
without emotion at all
I rip over me
out of Hades' sombre
minds traveler
without leaves
on my roots I stand
naked for passer-by
to point at
ugly as dead
and dead at least
I look under from my
branches
leaves of my life
as a rotten pile
picked up by winds
mixed up in deaths of others'
as a rotten pile
melancholic eyes
watered in their gaze
colored setting downs
deeds that are past and done
beautiful red with yellow hues
but wistful and insane of saudade
cut out from realities as if
dislocated from its joints
my sunrises tiptoe
silently behind the curtains
in secret
above the clouds
life wills to be
for me everlasting winter
brightest of sunshine of spring
is only painting
creation of novice's poor
experimentation
without emotion at all
Cigarettes And Madhouse
In mad rooms
lives but humans
yet enormous through
magnifying glass
unconventionally ordinary,
ordinarily unfit
lifeless but quiet
inert when waking
madness does not have limits
installed, they are
human mind
is compartmentilized
confined with consepts
shackled
controlled by gigantic
watchdogs
with words rules closed
with locks, codes
to painted notes
crammed in sport arenas
bureaus queuing numbers
grinded into molds
formulas of conduct
human mind -
cover up the worse of it
stuffed and dictated
must keep them up
the appearances
can not, can not, can not
formaldehyde benzene cadmium
carbon and monoxide
that lovely little
nicotine
human mind
I will myself the last one
this will be
I will, I will, i will, will, i
lives but humans
yet enormous through
magnifying glass
unconventionally ordinary,
ordinarily unfit
lifeless but quiet
inert when waking
madness does not have limits
installed, they are
human mind
is compartmentilized
confined with consepts
shackled
controlled by gigantic
watchdogs
with words rules closed
with locks, codes
to painted notes
crammed in sport arenas
bureaus queuing numbers
grinded into molds
formulas of conduct
human mind -
cover up the worse of it
stuffed and dictated
must keep them up
the appearances
can not, can not, can not
formaldehyde benzene cadmium
carbon and monoxide
that lovely little
nicotine
human mind
I will myself the last one
this will be
I will, I will, i will, will, i
Bound By A Shriek
With the first shriek
you fastened
my heart
to belong
as yours
hided it with your
tiny little fingers
into yours
without knowing
instantly forgetting
it there
bound together they
beat in oblivion
out of reach
yet reminded of
each other
from here to the last of breaths
inseparable
--------------------------------------
I wrote this to a dear friend when their child was born
you fastened
my heart
to belong
as yours
hided it with your
tiny little fingers
into yours
without knowing
instantly forgetting
it there
bound together they
beat in oblivion
out of reach
yet reminded of
each other
from here to the last of breaths
inseparable
--------------------------------------
I wrote this to a dear friend when their child was born
Night That Swallowed The Day
Eye patches
I put on to hold the light
I will remain here
I shut myself in
in bed molded here on
surrender as a relic
of life
powers beyond
will move even mountain
I cannot even only eyelids of mine
close nor open
numbers of time run wild
till their goal
who and when
did close my shades
from the stare into dark
the envy for the day
and the ones who possess it
curse the night in which, I
fumble and scrabble
for a life
in my dark day
that swallowed the light
from nightless night
I put on to hold the light
I will remain here
I shut myself in
in bed molded here on
surrender as a relic
of life
powers beyond
will move even mountain
I cannot even only eyelids of mine
close nor open
numbers of time run wild
till their goal
who and when
did close my shades
from the stare into dark
the envy for the day
and the ones who possess it
curse the night in which, I
fumble and scrabble
for a life
in my dark day
that swallowed the light
from nightless night
maanantai 2. toukokuuta 2016
Song Of Life
Song of life
comes with all colors and
genre's of music
though I enjoy only two
digitalization
brings it loud
and to all around
24/7
I would sometimes
just prefer to
b e
comes with all colors and
genre's of music
though I enjoy only two
digitalization
brings it loud
and to all around
24/7
I would sometimes
just prefer to
b e
Thoughts of the Day
Cloudy haze
a misty maze
cotton candy
the days of my thoughts
cotton
dandelion's seedcase
in the will of winds
my thoughts
sway by drifting
waver away
an anchor I'd need
would you have it for me
days of my life
haze
cloudy maze
a rope to it to tie
the cotton to belt
gird the cloudy haze
anchor holds well but
rope suddenly starts to slip
cotton candy deprived from sweet
my thoughts my days
slip away before they end
what's left I now do own
Shades of Hell
The greys
with all of their shades
clouds with all the possible shapes
life with all its emotions
how heaven is so
attached to hell
bound so often
by one single word
or act
to chain of events
countless to imagine the colors
and hues of skies
hell does not burn
for it is black
and dark so that
as embraced
to its very depths
one begins to imagine black
not to lose sight
sidotut joskusyhdellä sanalla
teolla
tapahtumaan
laskea en saata värejä
sävyjä taivaan
helvetti ei pala
se on musta
niin synkkä että
syleillessään syvyyksiinsä
siellä alkaa kuvitella mustia
nähdäkseen
***
elämän laulu on
kaikkia sävyjä, musiikin
genrejä
vaikka pitäisin vain
kahdesta
digitalisaatio
tuo soiton kaikkialle
24/7
joskus tahtoisin vain
o l l a
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