perjantai 31. toukokuuta 2013

The night wind awakes
autumn memories
from long gone years,
but the birds
that chatter in the gloom
only speak of the summer
that has come.
I choose the memories,
let them come like
high tide over sorrows.

24.05.2013
Past midnight, the birds have fallen silent
but the cars keep roaring through the night
singing about civilization and the
straight lines it draws through the land.
It goes on, that song of asphalt, as
the metal frames whisk flesh, bone and
blood from one place to another without
relieving them of the emptiness
and longing they carry in their minds.
A bird is happy where it is, perching on
a branch in the dark, a human being is restless
in her or his metal cage, going through the
radio stations in search of nostalgia and hope,
on that straight line drawn from one place
to another, from birth to death.

31.05.2013

torstai 23. toukokuuta 2013

 A Good Life

To live a good life is to forget death,
the end that comes to all that lives and all that is dear;
that all will be lost that can be lost
and that nothing once lost can ever be regained.
That tears are the truth and smiles are the deceit.

Life is a story of loss and in the end always a tragedy,
but to be happy we have to be innocent enough,
deluded enough to mistake it for a romance
or a heroic epic where the main character is left standing,
waving to the audience when the curtain falls.
Phase Transition

Death is not a mystery. It is.
Life is the great mystery, the aberration.
A rite of passage through existence.
At the end, we cease.
Dust is dust again.

23.05.2013

sunnuntai 19. toukokuuta 2013

A long night
ending in rain,
a day spent sleeping
until the warm evening
spreads green
and a road has to be taken
if only so
that one can return.

19.05.2013

torstai 16. toukokuuta 2013

Ashes of the day
shadows on the ground.
Embers of the day
the purple clouds on the horizon.
Already, in the last light
of the evening the memories
of the day are fading,
slipping away.
Past takes
one more slice of our existence
as it's own.
 
16.05.2013

sunnuntai 12. toukokuuta 2013

Marathon of Life

The days with their quick feet
running past us,
running past us
to some finishing line
we can't fathom,
we who shall quit the race
and will spent a last laboured moment
beside the road
watching the days with their
quick, quick feet
running from the past to the future
that no longer belongs to us.

12.05.2013

perjantai 10. toukokuuta 2013

Life is all about pain,
the pain you carry
and the pain you are able to let go of,
the pain you cause to others,
the pain you acknowledge,
the pain you hide deep inside.
Life is all about pain
and how to live with it.

10.05.2013

torstai 9. toukokuuta 2013

Memories

Our past is a graveyard of the restless dead
living in our memories,
existing in moments carved into our consciousness;
the loved and lost demanding our attention,
our sorrow, our tears, our repentance
until death or blissful dementia brings release
from the weight of our life,
leaving ourselves phantoms in amber
in the minds of others.

09.05.2013

sunnuntai 5. toukokuuta 2013

Matercula
 
I'm talking to you,
offering you the withered memories of better days,
the sharp memories of the last months
and the pain of current existence
as my gifts, my apology;
the rain of this dark evening,
the disappointments of this
descending life,
the squirrel running up the fir tree,
the blond cat sitting in the broken window
of the red garage,
the muddy paw prints of the dog
on the newspapers spread on the floor
of the entryway -
I offer all of these.
The gray clouds above are yours,
the water rushing in the stream are yours,
the dirty snow lingering here and there,
it's all yours,
all what my eyes can see,
all that my consciousness can admit,
it's all yours, it's all yours,
like the flickering flame
in your gravestone lamp.

05.05.2013

perjantai 3. toukokuuta 2013

This May afternoon the Spring,
the late coming,
long-awaited Spring
is already old in the Sun's tired light,
in the whirling dust rising from the gravel
roads and fallow fields;
old even when no flowers yet
can be covered in that dust
that dances slowly, slowly
in the golden-hued light.
In the voice of yesteryear the day,
the landscape tell
of things ending,
not of rebirth.
Things pass away
and only dust remains,
inanimate matter toyed
with by wind and light.

03.05.2013

keskiviikko 1. toukokuuta 2013

May morning

Birds sing songs
that shatter the ice
of night.

01.05.2013
May Morning, After Sleepless Night

Morning, sun bathing the treetops
with warm golden light. Thoughts
wander still on their nightly paths,
tired, frustrated even under the
bright blue sky. Frost on the
fields, gravel scrunching under
feet, birds singing. Only sleep can
bury the guilt-ridden memories
the night awoke, not this cold
morning of May, not this
light that falls upon the dead
grass of yesteryear. Better
the dusty air of silent rooms,
their shadows, better a long
sleep than this cold brightness
of an icy spring day that
should tell of life starting anew
but just resounds in lives
that ended.

01.05.2013 
Nocturne

Among the whispering trees,
the tall shadows piercing the night,
the memories of past awaken
and it feels that if you could
just take the correct step
you would step outside this
moment burdened by sadness
and the night would be
another night, decades in the past,
mistakes could be corrected
when you would make
your way to the lights
in the distance and
the people waiting you there,
the tall shadows of your past
that still whisper in your memories.

01.05.2013
Twenty years after

I remember the long, rainy nights
spend on listening to Jazz, Blues and Ambient
when the whole world up to the darkness
itself seemed to be alive -
all essence, all life
and myriad paths ran through it
to possible futures
all equally enchanting.
I would go outside to
feel the rain, to hear
it's sounds, the whisper
of the trees, the wind -
to catch the first hint of
a change of seasons, perhaps,
although it did not matter,
as all was one and I was
one with everything,
not disturbing, not
out of place, but just
like the rain passing through it
in my way to something greater.

01.05.2013