At night
on the porch
the hovering of thin air's
crisp touch on my skin
my eyes
light twinkle stars
and the space inside me
bathe in soothing silence
I breathe out the universe
and inhale deep
maanantai 26. maaliskuuta 2018
Why On Earth
Why on Earth
the deceit
on our grandchildren
fabricated ways of
thinking it's easier if we pretend
blind
smoke on the horizon
smells bitter, far from sweet
levels of carbon dioxide 1969 in atmosphere 330ppm
standard of living by gross world product 12 000 billion dollars
population 3, 616, 108, 749 leaves 3 318 dollars per capita
child and the candy char, only given one
char and the child with adult gone out of the building
instead of hitting
we slaughter our children
how on Earth
lake can vanish in the mind of a child
and in the eyes closed by adult
bubble bath bay no child would ever go
no adult has seen
stings the stink of chemicals
trees awe and weep
waters move in shivering agony
level of carbon dioxide 1989 in atmosphere 358ppm
as man made march of money goes on
standard of living by gross world product 26 500 billion dollars
population 5, 230, 452, 409 leaves 5 066 dollars per capita
the obesity of greed
once considered a cardinal sin(s)
where to put the stuff we buy and buy and
buy...and have to buy a bigger house
impatience of a child seem infectious to adults
building up money based careers upon the
principalities of lust for more
land of ice is land of ice
never change, the glaciers, only melt
in children's mind
dreamful role plays of queens of ice
and behind back
turned by
adults
car tends to provide you with overwhelming heat when
one turns off air conditioning on sunny day
when windows are closed -
this planet is a car
how on Earth
is it so hard to see even if eyes closed
feel the heat
in the car
level of carbon dioxide 2009 in the atmosphere 390ppm
lot is only a lot in comparison to what
we had, greed is always more and
plenty will turn into too few
standard of living by gross world product 58 500 billion dollars
population 6, 834, 721, 933 leaves
8 559 dollars per capita
deserts are flooding, expansionists
forests are falling, down
and burning
erosion, hurricanes, massive raining, too hot, too cold, typhoons, flooding, snow not falling, ice is melting, cities polluted, heatwaves, cars, coal plants, unnecessary things we buy and buy and buy and throw away, non-recycling behavior, deeds we do in everyday life, the politicians we elect, shame on else not, shame on ourselves, country by city by block by house by people, it is the individual choice we make every day
normally when one hears sirens
the help is on its way
past times ruined land saw rats
leaving the sinking ship
rats find there way
to survive any maze
except
the caged one
even a child can understand sirens
mean trouble and
need to fulfill the aid forsooth
adults are touching the air
between the bars
even blind man can feel them
the cold
amounts of carbon dioxide in future rises, more people inhabit
the still beautiful planet, we'll get richer the more and richer some more
the standard of living
not by dollars
as we toss the place in flames and
tell the sirens to take it easy
?
how on Earth
the deceit
on our grandchildren
fabricated ways of
thinking it's easier if we pretend
blind
smoke on the horizon
smells bitter, far from sweet
levels of carbon dioxide 1969 in atmosphere 330ppm
standard of living by gross world product 12 000 billion dollars
population 3, 616, 108, 749 leaves 3 318 dollars per capita
child and the candy char, only given one
char and the child with adult gone out of the building
instead of hitting
we slaughter our children
how on Earth
lake can vanish in the mind of a child
and in the eyes closed by adult
bubble bath bay no child would ever go
no adult has seen
stings the stink of chemicals
trees awe and weep
waters move in shivering agony
level of carbon dioxide 1989 in atmosphere 358ppm
as man made march of money goes on
standard of living by gross world product 26 500 billion dollars
population 5, 230, 452, 409 leaves 5 066 dollars per capita
the obesity of greed
once considered a cardinal sin(s)
where to put the stuff we buy and buy and
buy...and have to buy a bigger house
impatience of a child seem infectious to adults
building up money based careers upon the
principalities of lust for more
land of ice is land of ice
never change, the glaciers, only melt
in children's mind
dreamful role plays of queens of ice
and behind back
turned by
adults
car tends to provide you with overwhelming heat when
one turns off air conditioning on sunny day
when windows are closed -
this planet is a car
how on Earth
is it so hard to see even if eyes closed
feel the heat
in the car
level of carbon dioxide 2009 in the atmosphere 390ppm
lot is only a lot in comparison to what
we had, greed is always more and
plenty will turn into too few
standard of living by gross world product 58 500 billion dollars
population 6, 834, 721, 933 leaves
8 559 dollars per capita
deserts are flooding, expansionists
forests are falling, down
and burning
erosion, hurricanes, massive raining, too hot, too cold, typhoons, flooding, snow not falling, ice is melting, cities polluted, heatwaves, cars, coal plants, unnecessary things we buy and buy and buy and throw away, non-recycling behavior, deeds we do in everyday life, the politicians we elect, shame on else not, shame on ourselves, country by city by block by house by people, it is the individual choice we make every day
normally when one hears sirens
the help is on its way
past times ruined land saw rats
leaving the sinking ship
rats find there way
to survive any maze
except
the caged one
even a child can understand sirens
mean trouble and
need to fulfill the aid forsooth
adults are touching the air
between the bars
even blind man can feel them
the cold
amounts of carbon dioxide in future rises, more people inhabit
the still beautiful planet, we'll get richer the more and richer some more
the standard of living
not by dollars
as we toss the place in flames and
tell the sirens to take it easy
?
how on Earth
Snail ride
Caught by the eye
on knees I fall
carrying household on
its back, antennas wink tardily
gazing its slimy ride
hour goes slow
but thrillingly we
did cover
a yard
on knees I fall
carrying household on
its back, antennas wink tardily
gazing its slimy ride
hour goes slow
but thrillingly we
did cover
a yard
Life Sentence
I sit on my bed
emptiness staring at me
thoughts possess me, controlling
all of my 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 am condemned
for life
after that I have a dream of letting go
enjoy for goodness in life
in tiniest things
and bring my death home
request is to spread it to the sea on windy day
in the place I was happy
a long time gone
emptiness staring at me
thoughts possess me, controlling
all of my 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 am condemned
for life
after that I have a dream of letting go
enjoy for goodness in life
in tiniest things
and bring my death home
request is to spread it to the sea on windy day
in the place I was happy
a long time gone
One In One
The one speaking strange languages
of some I know, other, who knows
discussion, hollers, suggestions
my friend, sometimes,
a foe
the one I love
and have enormous
respect, one, and another
a moment, repulsion
I tend to raise the stakes
and the one sweeps the whole table
get along, hang along not go together at all
once or twice we've gone our separate ways
but gossamer glues and elastic is
bouncing ball straight back
from the wall
mornings hate and thunder dizzy under haze
the one stares and mirrors but
nowadays I turn my back
lovingly yet
of some I know, other, who knows
discussion, hollers, suggestions
my friend, sometimes,
a foe
the one I love
and have enormous
respect, one, and another
a moment, repulsion
I tend to raise the stakes
and the one sweeps the whole table
get along, hang along not go together at all
once or twice we've gone our separate ways
but gossamer glues and elastic is
bouncing ball straight back
from the wall
mornings hate and thunder dizzy under haze
the one stares and mirrors but
nowadays I turn my back
lovingly yet
Stabbed In The Back
The powder,
nausea,
jealousy of
competition,
the worst coming from
the heist
to use her grandest asset
her own palest shine
stabbed with,
icicle
nausea,
jealousy of
competition,
the worst coming from
the heist
to use her grandest asset
her own palest shine
stabbed with,
icicle
sunnuntai 25. maaliskuuta 2018
Reality Scared Shitless
Here for you all entertainment, 24/7, reality TV
and soap dreams, simple things to simple people brain
melting or wannabees, reality would be scared to death
if it would see its face on TV - and so would TV
in mirror of reality; was this what I was made for
and soap dreams, simple things to simple people brain
melting or wannabees, reality would be scared to death
if it would see its face on TV - and so would TV
in mirror of reality; was this what I was made for
lauantai 24. maaliskuuta 2018
Would You Set The Bed
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
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"
Quote is from "Onni" a poem by Lauri Viita (translation is mine), a Finnish poet that died tragically in young age in car accident. The very same day the news of his death was in papers Finland's most acknowledged poetry magazine published his poem "Onni" = Happiness
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"
Quote is from "Onni" a poem by Lauri Viita (translation is mine), a Finnish poet that died tragically in young age in car accident. The very same day the news of his death was in papers Finland's most acknowledged poetry magazine published his poem "Onni" = Happiness
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 a 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 of mine
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 a 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 of mine
I hurry on
Broken Acts
I am a therapy to myself
in words
a road winding like a creek
in spring time
snake on a rock
slush in hailstorm
books in foreign languages
a flower
grinding its way through
tarmac
through or
from the crack?
success always comes with price
and likelihood
what I want, where, when
with words
acts are broken
not functioning
hole in the tank
fuel is consumed in the
act of filling up
with words I write pain to words
with words the pain to pieces
as words to sentences
dreams
then if and when, dreams
acts broken
convict of self-made prison
out of pain, with
words to sentences
invented dreams to escape
words for words as words
in a row I place
as words to words to utter
since acts are broken
in words
a road winding like a creek
in spring time
snake on a rock
slush in hailstorm
books in foreign languages
a flower
grinding its way through
tarmac
through or
from the crack?
success always comes with price
and likelihood
what I want, where, when
with words
acts are broken
not functioning
hole in the tank
fuel is consumed in the
act of filling up
with words I write pain to words
with words the pain to pieces
as words to sentences
dreams
then if and when, dreams
acts broken
convict of self-made prison
out of pain, with
words to sentences
invented dreams to escape
words for words as words
in a row I place
as words to words to utter
since acts are broken
A Fool Settles For The Moon
Stars, far
as dreams
if we cease
and enable them to be
daydreams
but find a friend,
two, dream together
collect minds that
reflect yours'
don't be a fool
settling for the moon
certainly we'll be summoning
stars
as dreams
if we cease
and enable them to be
daydreams
but find a friend,
two, dream together
collect minds that
reflect yours'
don't be a fool
settling for the moon
certainly we'll be summoning
stars
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 concepts
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 concepts
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
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
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'
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'
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
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
Ropes, Posons, Guns...
Oh, I wish I was
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 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 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
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 dullest of rhymes
my rainy day rains not on me
yet rainbow of mine
supercedes 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 dullest of rhymes
my rainy day rains not on me
yet rainbow of mine
supercedes 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
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