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.

He asked me what I had been doing.
I had been writing two books of poetry. But since I could not sell them and they were not making money I said what he could understand. I said nothing.

He said if we can not have *** why have been talking so far.
- Because I want to be friends stupid ****.

Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;

They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;

The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;

Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;

One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading the bible;

She got surprised;
«They are reading the bible?»
«My father has made them read the bible!»

«He certainly has got sense of humor!»
She thought to herself;
«What a prank!»

She made her way in the main road;
Meanwhile one of the cubs whispered to the other
Something about sin and eternal life;

«Just imagine the surprise of the lionesses,
When they see them.»
She said to herself;

She had walked for a while,
But then decided,
That she would take the book away from them;

But when she returned,
She already found them chewing
And biting on the book;

As i woke up in the morning,
My boyfriend’s cat
Entered in the room;
She did not know me well yet.
So I kept calling at her
To come nearby
As I was laying;
Reluctant in the beginning.
Finally she gave in
And hopped in the bed;
She came nearby
And with her chin
Touched my face,
And kept on rubbing my cheek;
«This is the code of this little alien to say hi!»
I said to myself;
«Why does she do it?»
I often wonder about these things;
Later on, we went away from his house.
As he accompanied me to my work;
When we were separating,
I went nearby my lover,
And with my face
Touched his face;
All of a sudden
I was reminded of the little alien
Of the morning;
I am doing the same thing.
And yes, it is not helping me,
To understand:
Why? or How?
Silently I headed on towards my workplace;

He is sleeping.
And I have taken time
To watch and enjoy him;
He is wearing a white undershirt,
That shows his white arms
And smooth skin;
The line of his muscles,
Play with the light.
And I can not but fix my eyes
On his strength coming out
And evaporating in the room;
A handsome flexible animal.
Designed to be fast and effective;
A beautiful leopard.
Fleeing over the green heaven;
This is he,
With his long and large muscles
On his legs
And arms;
With his strong and flexible spine;
He is my lover,
Companion, exotic animal.
Inspired by no one but his own strength and exuberance;

Some slight movement of the bed,
At night,
And I suddenly become alert;
Is it shaking?
Is it an earthquake?
I stop and stare,
But nothing moves anymore;
It might have been an illusive perception,
Or I have caused the movement
Of the bed;
I have never had
These kind of perceptions,
In my head before.
But we have had two earthquakes.
And even though,
The earthquakes have ended.
Memory remains;
Memory never leaves you;

He entered and came next to me;
They had decided the roles;
He was the supervisor
I was the employee;
«Why are you sitting?»
He said to me.
«I have been standing for 8 hours straight!»
My legs are hurting;
I thought to sit for a few moments;
Now there is nobody in the building.
Therefore I have no client,
Whatever;
So there is nothing I can do.
«How can you say,
There is nobody in the building,
While I am here?»
«If there is nobody in the building,
You have to go to stand up for me!»
I stood up;
As he went away
And sat comfortably in his office;
A clown in a costume, probably chatting online;

Hush
Look
Mud can talk.

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 touch, so deeply desirable,
The bloom is opened,
Especially in the kind dark.
Reaching
For the comfort of this living ghost,
That
Warms the evening.
My view is
Of the
Arching branch
Sheltering the walkway.
With
Graceful sway
It enlivens my spirit.
Few, perhaps only one
Feel
The sensuous art
Of phrase...
Of hand...
Thought convoyed by eyes only...

You are the smile on my lip
You are the verse on the paper
I panick not to loose your number
There will be no poetries anymore.

I met you today
And you wrap me up
Like a warm scarf
As I take this walk
Late this night.

2 seconds after I left you
In the street
I began missing you

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…

I stare long at every face

That looks like you

Your are a mirage

I come towards you

Your body is a dejavu

Of warmth

Oh to touch it

Oh to have you mine.

Summer
Watery sensations!
A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer!
Sprung out of late night October dark.
The lightness of the wind.
The mystery of an ancient perfume.
I realize how I had been missing it.
Tapping into the underworld.
Of a wandering heart.
I welcome the cold freeze on my skin, it keeps me safe!
Yet I lust longingly for Warmth of the Sun!
For relief from the drear of my long lonely nights.
The warm breeze reminds me of love.
The Jasmine and Lupine gently increase my desire.
I've suppressed my longing for this sacred scent.
All below me, 100 generations touch my heart.
And teach stillness and contentment in the now.

I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please

I could see him awkward,
As he tried to walk her space,
Give suggestions
And results.
After all it had always been her home,
Even she did get confused on drawers,
And cupboards sometimes.
Imagine then him:
Yet!
I could see him…
Useless!
Out of touch!
Claim to know something he had never touched…

In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

I can not think of you without a smile

I wait for your call

But in vain

You are nowhere to be found.

I read your poem
I got my satisfaction
I gathered some humid leafs
And violets
Blossoming there in your head.

She left home early;
After two hours,
She had to go to the studio
Of her friend, who was a painter
And who was going to make a portrait of her;
She thought:
There was sunlight
And it was the perfect day to lay on the beach
Which was much nearby her house;
As soon as she arrived there
She took off all her clothes
And **** laid on the sand;
Her full ******* and ***** hair
Glittered under the sunshine;
One passerby,
That was walking nearby,
Stopped as soon as he saw her;
He went to a place nearby,
A quiet corner
Where his looks would not disturb her
And sat in order to look at her;
Two men that were laying on the beach nearby.
Somehow altered the tones.
And speed of their conversation.
And time after time took a look,
At her blossomed body;
Quietly and gently not to disturb her;
The same with two men,
That were standing at the shore;
Time after time they would turn their heads
And admire the **** that was standing,
Still enjoying the rays of the sun;
As time went by,
A lot of people that were passing by,
Would slightly turn their heads
And look at her *******,
Her ***** hair,
Her thighs;
It all went on for two hours.
And then she began to wear her clothes.
And headed to the studio of her friend;
She had promised to pose **** for him.
And she was getting a bit late this time;
She walked for twenty minutes.
And then as soon as she entered
She took off her clothes.
Leaving them at the chair.
And lay on the bed;
Her friend in appetite and content
Just as before a good meal
Began his drawing;

Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them;
They are small,
They are elegant,
They come once in a while with the tide
And I enjoy picking them up;
In fact there are times,
I wait for days to pick one of them;
It takes long,
But when I have the seashell in my hand
I enjoy it;
It is like sniffing the perfume,
I enjoy most
Or splashing earth color in the palette;
Some days,
I wait for days,
To pick up a seashell
But when I do, it is worth the time;

Seeing the almond seed,
How it had grown.
What it looked at her?
A little leg…
She would feel surprised.
Before just an object and now?
It was a living being!
Either it had always been a living being?
Either it was not a living being now?
She gazed and gazed at the little leg,
It was a matter of time.
It would become a greenish silhouette,
In flocks and branches.

Amethyste & Jimusic


I wear my
bath costume
And I surf by the ocean

Devoted
I never
miss a day.




He, in his
everyday dream
Hovers over
the beach


Moved by
her daily dedication
Wishing he
could surf.

I want a new world today
I want to see and explore it
As I have fun
In the discovery Tm.

Time goes well at techno
I do not watch the clock
When it is going to finish.

I wear my bath costume
And I surf by the ocean

Devoted
I never miss a day.

I had a secret to share with you
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.

I was standing in the end of the bus;
Sitting on my chair amidst people;
Then a boy entered in the bus;
He was out of the blue;
Light blue jeans.
Light shirt;
An enhanced belt;
All the focus in this boy was in his belt;
All I could think,
In my head,
At the moment,
Was to remove that belt;
And I said to myself,
This boy really must be gracious,
Out of the blue,
In the middle of the fog.
…Without a word or a look at me;
I just want to remove that belt now;
And have him hard;
A blue perfume, strong;

Every night I go to the window to look at
The little bud that grows each day.
Today it's white like silk.
Jasmine is expecting to bloom.
I can not wait for daylight.  
In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.
The bloom gives a small tremble of joy.
It knows I dreamt, wrapped in silk sheets.
The white Goddess flower opens wide.
I am softly hugged by its fragrance.

I remember how we kissed
down there in the street
I remember I did bite your lip
and I lightly touched your ****.