Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!

Hush
Look
Mud can talk.

I love to look at you
Beautiful flower
I like your color
And the soft touch of your petals
But oh
You are an illusion
Beauty I create with my own eyes.

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 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 can not think of you without a smile

I wait for your call

But in vain

You are nowhere to be found.

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.

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.

Collaboration with venividi_vicii

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;

They come out of nowhere,
I like that,
I love this…
When I have written,
I have made it visible.
It is, as if i have known something
I would not have otherwise.
Somehow!
I manage to touch physically
And invisible software.
For who knows why?
Installed on me.

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?

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

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 go every night in the window to look at it.
Little bud that grows each day.
Today it looked white like silk.
Jasmine is expected to bloom.
I can not wait the day to see

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

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.

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;

He did throw the ***** on my back!
And it wouldn’t stop coming out.
It gave me a sense of fascination,
And lewd.
I can not explain objectively why

You cannot tell love!
You can only catch,
Visions of it!
Dream like!
Played as it lives on human constructions.

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.

Wearing the best lipstick
And a veil on my face
I sit and wait for the lunar hour.

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

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

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.

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

Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.

Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.

My chemical romance.
For you!
Bound together,
Moon and night.
Entangled on my ribs and bones.
You are the fire!
The knitted pleasure,
On this flesh of mine.

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.

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

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.

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

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;

My mother is a story teller
She likes it sensual in the hands of a mistress
She likes it creepy on a scary coastline
She likes it bright on a sunny morning
She likes it beautiful on the petals of a flower

My mother nature tells stories
Some soothing
Some hard to comprehend
And all in all
I love her.

You know nature?
That messed up wonder.
I got it in my veins.
In my blood
That is why I bloom.

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

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...

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…

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.

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;

I wear my bath costume
And I surf by the ocean

Devoted
I never miss a day.

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.

Boy with long hair
I love looking at you.
I take long, long sights
Every night we meet up.

Father why are you so old
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.

There is an underground story
When i see this juvenile olive in bloom.
Of lines,
Of angles,
Of raindrops,
Abstract that is left unsaid.

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

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;

I clinged and clinged on the habit of perfumes.
But
My finger
Stirred out
On
Their
Evaporating habit.
It
Remained
With nothing
To
Touch.

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 write - he said
Can I see your poems- I said
I wanted to see him.
I wanted to see the universe.

Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.