Built Of Champagne Glasses

Laws of motion
something screaming through anger
laws shattered for
a second
that splits to neutrons
in slow motion
regret, before that
pride

can't remember what the issue was
on that occasion
the thick strong heavy glass
I do

sound that hurt not ears
but insides of
who I am

like crystal champagne glasses
used for building blocks of me
in heavy artillery of
fist sized rocks

splinter and water-drops traverse and
split the second fragments of
time with
shame
all over the kitchen
after collision with the sink
my first aggression at the adult age

I hear angels cry
beside our little ones

can one love so much that
it causes pain
like Lennie adored those cute soft things

I have seen at least a peak from
the gates of heaven
as we are but one
her smile erases
facts of life
without money I have traveled around
the world a thousands of times
just letting go and falling in her breathtakingly
blue eyes
gathered stars like diamonds
on the journey back

yet there I still stand
ashamed
but too proud to admit
listening the cries

Into Blue

Soap bubbles rams my heart
in the abyss of blues
of your eyes
when I view,
pristine lakes of Colorodo's I've adored
in pictures, brought by eyes
of yours
alive in my
mundane life

as I sink in to your eyes
radiant fragile, child like dreams
still harboring


my heart drums with fury
albeit gently
as in the lasciviousness
as being one
exchanging glimpses
of souls eye to eye


ponderous in airy flight
of hummingbird's flaps that
come across gravity with
easygoing hi!


soars and grows smaller
against the infinity of skies
blue

Breathe

Breathe a little breath
I need you
for me

a breath to make it
another day
move me a muscle
just
for me
to do a task in
a day or two
anoint me a joint
to move out of the way
I need you
of the stagnation
my life

lift me eyelids once
a day to dream
would you please
I need you to do it
for me

thoughts tangled a jungle
diminished but in anger
bitter sanguine circulates
this body
taken
yet hold of the mind

I know now the answer
numb does and can feel though
unequal without the ability to scream
I need you to move
me just a bit
any which way
don't sculpture me here
in this corpse
of mine

would you dream
at least one thing for me
I need you to live a little since
I am gone

breathe a little breath
I need you
for me

The Falling For Live

My love,
your first confession
was a lie,
arguing you fell
in deep,
faster than possible, before
the lightning even struck,
because I saw you
from the depths,
falling,

I was already injured for life

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

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


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I wrote this to a dear friend when their child was born

I Love You V

The laughter, the smile
pearl on dark velvet
voice like a softest touch
beyond life
gentler than the bliss of
forgetfulness
eyes that caress
what I possess
inside

smoothness
along to run my finger tips
close
yearning closer
until we are but
one word

your touch
suddenly shivers
through my torso
my heart to explode to my veins
with blazing ecstasy
burnt on scars by love

may I be forgotten in your arms

paradise
place I cannot ever imagine to possess
but cautiously treasure

at your arrival
I lose the words
composed for you alone

you are
and reality reels off right
of its wheels

as you leave
I vanish into
a negligent bliss

Into Blue

Soap bubbles rams my heart
in the abyss of blues
of your eyes
when I view,
pristine lakes of Colorodo's I've adored
in pictures, brought by eyes
of yours
alive in my
mundane life

as I sink in to your eyes
radiant fragile, child like dreams
still harboring

my heart drums with fury
albeit gently
as in the lasciviousness
as being one
exchanging glimpses
of souls eye to eye

ponderous in airy flight
of hummingbird's  flaps that
come across gravity with
easygoing hi!

soars and grows smaller
against the infinity of skies
blue

Lost On The Ways of Life Without Emergency

Always have this perceived so;
life to be a journey
crossroads of a choice
for me on the way
to a goal

destination's a riddle of 
intersections' mishmash
varieties of other
lives

a path, a way or an avenue
none to give a peak
to live a little
turn and 
renew

irreversible crossing invariably
are for prospectors of live
so choose with care
hopeful, determined 
or in chance

one-way streets are full of
unplanned dreams
or complex
issues

rules of the road, convenient 
to other,
do not apply 
or even exist
ticket of lottery 
you will have in your hand

so trust yourself for it gives 
you a feeling of 
upper hand
laws of life 
hap-hazardous occurrence

algorithm of life is lived
regulations reformulated 
as we stroll on  

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with junk of a so called car
I drive along  
given to me once with 
a statement: "no refunds" 
made of rust 
and unforgettable bumps 
clattering noise 
makes mine a home 
like the humming of heart 
with all it's faults   

with little repairs, 
little repairs
repairs
 
oil change made just enough time ago 
not to remember when
dipstick informs we are running low:
insignificance put on a hold
tires we have some 
without we can of the spare one  
throttle can still give us a ticket
if other parts 
fail us not 

most pleasant and relaxing a seat
at least on a driver
and you dared to hump along

ahead somewhere 
we will rest to repair
where, we will find out about  
eventually

we are together 
nonetheless

for now  

Abyss Of Bliss

Bliss

    wandering
       in echoes

tremble of heart

breathe
whispers out

  his scent
with tint of cinnamon
  floating in



               dispersing mind






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It was a picture prompt of max 20 words.
Had to try it. The pic missing since I lost
it. Try to find it later...

I love you IV

because 
when you reach your hand
and slightly touch
mine
delaying awhile
I know  

Rotten Sad

Love
arbitrary in talk
cemented in seasons
and symbols
over used  worn-out
as if it ever could
conquers all brings back to life
mends bends   does every trick

love
spoiled shunned
yet isn't love all marvel
home of
each man's shivering esteem's urge to find
and be one

love
the power to be
all you need is...

to lose one
lose love
still be loved
to run out of pain
so lost, one does not find
emotions inside

the terror
to look into
your own child's
eyes

    past any description
         for      you

I look back
numb
empty

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"I can't feel anything but sadness" was the prompt in contest. I wasn't gonna enter. Hadn't written for couple of days so i started just to dribbling with words; there was a thought (another besides the contest) of writing something nice and positive for a change and started "love" then me hit me and forgot the positive: "arbitrary" and got on making the  dullest lines "conquers all". About then it hit me...the saddest of any possible; something to easily win feeling "anything but sadness". To be crushed so that one feels nothing - there is not a single thing in the world beyond nothing, the power in it!

I finally had idea of writing and just kept on but making true statements on love like "urge to find". We all have it, and to be loved. And "the song" came to mind and i thought this is the time change gears from 5 to REVERSE after   ...   "lose". Afterwards i decided to leave it open but for my sake i'll give here my interpretation. I did write it as lose like to die before time. And to lose love - to lose capability to love after a heavy loss (or dual version: dramatic events in life). Yet "still be loved" as the people around you do no matter.

The terror, this is what hit me in beginning when i was still just dribbling with words. Five years ago i was in the state of mind obliged to experience this "terror". My children were young - in the age that all they know of world is little to compare to the love they know "past any description" for parents. And i had to look them back feeling nothing yet knowing and recognizing that fact at the same time; numb, empty, for many months.

I haven't lost anyone before time but i do have slight idea how it could feel. I was just bruised by me - a bit more heavily then than ever before. Mind is sometimes bit shaky to go out of control.

I like this poem, funny how it started and came to (version 1.0) completion. There was only one word i crossed over a second after writing it. Otherwise non, its here - the dribble

I Love You II

because in your arms
soft and warm
secure I am

and full of fire
is your soul

without you beside me
in moment of night
without sleep I might

The Barren land

I now know there will be no return of
you ever again, maybe

I would rather let it be
and leave you withering away from
my sore veins
medicined far prolonged with your
wawering distorted unbalanced friction of
hues mind has tasted
you in your sublime
rest wasted and thrown away
useless to my yearning
resident in mortality
the barren land

at utter most gives life to a pine
distorted with nothing to root in
measly twisted branches out lack of nutrients
a dwarf birch at most
starving suffering survival
a weakling unable to give strength or
height to climb as to scope beyound to navigate
possibilities in or to another life

you are lost from me, gone, away
simmering life out of me
senseless solitude of my puszta
eating away inside, grinding my mind
by shadows of a black hole

(I do still dream of you, of us)

gone
as life from
barren lands viewed
in moments to marked as beauty
but never in time to nurture any more life
blackest of holes of my puszta
forlorn darker than pain
strive away under
smile without
roots 

so weak to have requirements of
shine
nor last to give or to receive any
which it was to harvest, designed

scales of greys have blanketed skies for months, longer
oppressing all under, nascent hope or movement
skies get under your skin, only to disturb and turmoil
I wait, though it be
for sake of waste

clouds to darken beyond the darkest of any black
fire from raging thunders of light
for the dam of my eyes, to crack, crumble
cave, and release along years of harvested tears
to the barren land

Mother

In front did you know
the moment, felt it you may
rustling inside did you hear
that it is me

was it then you started, to weave
rope, completed in time
to the needs on occasion to come

to a rope to pull me into life
with it as quagmire into you
to pull through stressed early years
without sleep, like on tarmac
in a sledge pulling me behind

intertwining  an add-on rope, you did
giving the limits like on a neck of a dog

where did it come the anchor rope
that too did you do
and how had you knowledge
resiliently strict twined

along rebellious years I hid to banes
readily made was, of course
where had you strength to do that too
      and on time to throw
            a safety rope

at last I did find a way with an axe
to cut off our ways
loosen apart rope(s) had become

mine escaping to freedom
thine holding to it's own

diverging ways of two
in the run mine got lost too
in places that even shadows don't shine

lost ropeless crouching cries
no where or strength to go
a way with an axe I  came across
with it writing to stone

MOTHER: do you have rope to home
yes,
always

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I don't know does this work at all in English (Finnish is a superior language). I thought long  and hard and almost deleted this but egoism or need to share - who knows - decided eventually push the "publish"

I wrote it to my mother on Mother's Day this year since she insisted that I can't waste money on flowers. This one is so personal to me that it's impossible to say how bad or good it really is. I'm blinded by love on this one.

I Love You III

because of beauty
my eyes are to see
looking at you
beautiful so

as my lofty gigantic night
pining limpid moon
or hazy lake
morning mist
as boldly as raging sea
low-landed deserts dune dancing in the wind

as         as if              like
    and in comparison

that I can of wonders in the world without comparison
as broadly
          densely
in numbers to loose my count
to dream that I could allegories

I look at you
mute

You With Wings

My angel eyes
heavenly creature, angel of mine
lust for life dwells in your eyes
adorable unobtainable
that I am to my end
bound to pursue

smile of yours fades away doubt
of pain of life destructive to come

in your soul resides fairy-tale
of castles in the air
your heart thrives to people who
within it belong

in your vanes rushes
pinch of temper to collide

in your arms, fingers, wrists
gentle fragile nest
of an airy sigh

able to wing frozen butterflies
and birds to sing in understandable lines

I Love You

for
your radiant beauty
as we two
are
but one
and
I can see into your eyes
that answer me
right back

I Love You I don't

I love
I do? You
surely I do
don't I
or can I
oh, yes indeed I
ay-ay
what I have gotten into
bearable though
crying once more
begging on my knees
MERCY    again

I do love you, I do
though hate also
very much
screaming tears into night
cursing falling of skies
        again
there is non that I can
I love you
I do?
or only hate that I have
ever dying am I