It stood there
An immense energy coming through me and every one
I could not but notice it
And write about it
While others seemed asleep.

I miss you
But I will not let you ruin me again.

Hermes, my son
We were taking a little walk today
Walking you lifted your head
Looked me straight in the eye
And smiled at me
I smiled back
That is how I want to see you
Smile forever.

The fragrance of kerosene
in shadows of innuendo’s
alluring soliloquy
fragrance of kerosene

Reminding him of her hips
Hot liquid coming from within
An urge to go deep in there
And push until blank is felt.

I like to listen to my head
What does this carousel say
Spontaneously
I like to pen the silence
If it had not been written
It would be lost forever.

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good ***
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile
Oh smokey ***.

For a moment I took pleasure
On the fact that you existed
You were there
Silent
Withdrawn
But wise
Oh so wise

I felt I could talk to you
As if I talked to the moon
And God you could understand.

It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.
But even when I’m alone
And feeling fine with it
I welcome many minutes
Thinking of your touch
And gentle loving words
And I don’t feel alone.
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I am tired with the word what do you do for a living
A question whose answer will take you away from me
Because I am not productive enough
Yes I have not collected much stones recently
Like penguins do on an island
But they collect one or two just for fun
All you do is work, work
And yes you are the master of stones

Tomorrow you will be there
Another boring face
With the same attitude
Judging me why I have not collected
Much stones recently

I do the most boring job
On earth
And I am not changing my ways.

While I stretch
You frown
As i take a walk
You run
For what?
Where is it we are going?
There is nothing except for death
Waiting for us.

What will you say on your last day
What will you do with all those stones you gathered
Even dogs do not eat them
Don't you see the futility of existence
We are here to enjoy 2 hours
And then go back to where we came from.

Time for me to grab my clothes and go
To my spot hell with no one
You judge me over and over
As if my lifestyle is bothering you
Yes I sleep with guys
What is your problem

Call me a ****
Or whatever
I live my own life
With the rays of light
I am blessed with all this scenery
And I will go on.

I write because I am!

I used to write in my room,
For a very long time.
No one else invited.
It was a lot of fun

Anytime you call me
I will come to meet you
I will come.

I wanted to feel it
The joy of being understood.

Your kisses were like honey
as I tasted them on the street
late at night
your embraces were like a silk scarf.

It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.

I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy
To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug
The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.

You have a friend really many – We all need/want them
I/We want to fill your days with joy and understanding
And sing in harmony
So we both/all feel so fine

We have our favorite stimulants
And our calming fluids
Stretch our legs and arms
Getting ready to hug each other

The universe is a ******* dope
Please hold on ~ to me

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Like a butterfly
Hop on flowers
And feed on the nectar of flowers.

Worry endlessly draining the soul out of me. Trying to make room for my acceptance to be free. And there stood God....hearing my prayer and not answering. Girl you have to walk this walk alone. I will not talk to you. Maybe I am inside you.

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I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy

To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug

The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.

She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
And meanwhile was checking options
For another place;

(After two hours)

She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
and meanwhile was checking options
For another place;

I check the phone
You are not there
There is stillness for where it could have been a laughter
There is blank for where could have been your almond eyes

I miss you
And for a while
I hoped you missed me too.

I think:
«Orchid
Is creamy and dreamy.
Rather than white.»

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I read every word and read again
I warm with each syllable
Until I’m hot and vibrating
This Summer Sun awakens
My wonder and desire
How can I convey this, are words enough?

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I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I miss that heat!
That warmth!
When I did dissolve.
When like a liquid once.

In twilight's breath, dark swallowing light
Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth
Echoes growing louder in council of secrets
No longer muffled whispers of raven flight
But Polly wants a ******* perched on a wooden throne
Yet feast on the bones
Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes
A body full of curves made for adventure
And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight

In twilights breath
I find warmth
I live
In twilights breath
I long
I burn

Even though sad,
And off the edge.
My pain channeled.
My mind paused.
Became an irresistible muse.
Music of angels drove me.
I found myself with a rare elixir in my hand.
I was high on your words as dreamt of your kind touch.

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Even though sad,
My pain channeled.
Became an irresistible muse.
I found myself with a rare elixir in my hand.

When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my **** inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

That shade of pleasure that was on his face was burning her up between her thighs she remembered the feeling of him inside the first time. She longed for it every time she met his eyes.

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When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my **** inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

In front of the universe
I was like a man with hallucinations,
I gripped,

I asked for the white man,
The white man;
When there was no white man standing there;

The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper...

The thought of your touch,
Like a satin scarf,
In the warm sunlight.
Then
I long for that loving look,
To shine on me
In the Daylight.
Right here
In my arms
Wrapped like bark
Around a tree.
What words can say
How the flowing curves
Permeate from eyes
Into my soul?
This view
Will
Have to do
Wooden bowl...
Colored glass...
Blank page...

I found them both on my room;
Her long legs wrapping him up;
You could tell,
From the blush in her face,
That she was in the peak of ecstasy;

Cold,
I went towards them;
«Tell me!»
I told her;
«Why do you do this?»

She saw me straight in the eye,
Caught my hair and began to pet it;
«I do not know!»
She said;
«I do not know!»

It was a cold November morning
And I had gone out for a walk;
It was my first day in Corfu;

I was walking and smoking cigarettes,
In the narrow streets of the city;
There were no other people on the street,
As I had gone out
around 5 a.m., very early;

Whilst watching exterior of the shops
Of a sudden
I saw a woman,
Who was wearing
Exactly the same clothes as me!

She had high heels,
Black as me!
A long black dress,
A strawberry tattoo in her bare arms
And rose long and straight hair!

Just like me!
She was wearing the same costume.
As me!

Oh!
I put out my pistol.
And I shot her two times;
I killed her;

As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;

I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»

It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It is in that moment though,
That I was seeing the language
In its essence;

Seeing the language for what it is;
A set of sounds
That are not connected to anything or anyone;

We were standing nearby the sea
…Drinking;
It was night.
And I had traveled from my city
To meet my cousin;

It had not been a happy decision,
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;

But there was this thing with this state
…It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts!
Changes of routine!
That apart from the painful melody.

…Had the artistic touch,
The dark tunnels,
The unseen objects
…You would have not seen in a normal state;

So feeling very bad,
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.

…The first thought
Had been my cousin,
That lived nearby the sea;
The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction,
As if a city was being built nearby.

…It went well with the dark sky,
And the dark and harsh sounds of the waves;

There were psychedelic lights all around
And it went well with my state.

…Cosmo-Being caught in a Cosmo-Body,
Bleeding and spinning around;

He would say a couple of things,
And I would answer
…I was small,

Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place and was undoing me;

I love you
And I can not believe I get to meet you
To touch you
To kiss you
You are too beautiful to be true

But here I am
Singing songs to the sun
Every time you write to me.

I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.

My delightful muse
oh how much I love you
you make me feel good
you make me high
you are my friend when I am alone
you sit there in the table
and compliment my hair
and kiss my cheeks
and make love to me for hours

my delightful muse
I love you
with all my heart
this is not an impossible love
I say in tears
I am yours
and you are mine

This is a letter
from your little baby
that grows in you.

People want from you
they want you to be talkative
they want you to be rich
they want you to be beautiful
when I just feel like being boring
**** them and their long list.

You are handsome boy
Sitting with her
In front of me
Light plays well
And gets drunk on your edges

I want my son to grow up as you
In the meantime
I like to see you
Get a little bit drunk
On your cappricios
And shining face.

A blue day today
But I wrote a couple of verses
And I feel a bit better
As if I met a good friend
And I lost some tension off of these crumpled muscles.

In a world where we weigh by ranks in the society
The richer the better
I am trying to see my self
For all that weighs in my inner me
But at times
It is hard
I have hard time visualising myself.

I wish I were not psychotic
not to have this brain with a thousand weird functioning circuits
with a fantasy of its own

so I would be left alone from the society
that uninvited steps in my door
that goes and decides what is best for me

I met three today
I never asked them for a coffee
I never wanted to hang out with them today
but they shouted and screamed
what I did not want to hear
that I can not care of my son.

Ridiculous Gods

In clown clothes
scared of a different member.

Listen to this head
as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts
ants are passing all over
and I am but a corpse
running around
dragging a body today

did I have a bad day
or am I just being neurotic
or is it both.

She entered the big building;
A big hall,
Big shining lamps,
Big glass windows,
That revealed the green flocks of trees outside;

Walking in the hall
She knew that inside,
There stood God;

She headed towards him;
A white small table,
A white chair
Where God was sitting;

As soon as she saw him,
He was talking to her;
But it was in low voice.
So she kept asking to him
To speak louder;

Then she thought,
She understood something,
But was not sure,
What he said.

So she asked him to repeat;
He did not;
And somehow she understood,
That God was not speaking in english;
She was hearing the words,
He would say
And they sounded dry,
Without shape and form;
She thought:
«That could not be a language at all!»
She could not imagine
A language sounding like that;
It was obvious:
She could not understand God;
But what made a lasting impression to her,
Was that even god
Could not understand her!
He would not raise his voice,
She asked him to do so;

n the middle of the night,
I got up thirsty.
And I went to the kitchen
To drink a glass of water;

Iit was 2 o'clock
And everybody was sleeping,
But the television was on;

I got surprised;
I remembered very well
I had turned it off before;

As I headed towards it
To turn it off
I saw it was not playing a regular program;

It had a snapshot of a photo
And played it on;
There were black letters
On a white background;

This is what it wrote:
«I hate you!»
«I want to see you weak and brittle!»
«I want to see you crawl!»

Io instead of turning it off,
I grabbed it and threw it from the fifth floor;

I love our sweet little talks
I love your warm voice
your witty mind
when you have got a friend
you have got the world.

I like to do it with you
Sleeping with you
Is like honey that melts in the mouth.
Suddenly all my desire for *** returns.