sunnuntai 29. syyskuuta 2013

Life is an anomaly,
non-existence is normality.
The act of breathing -
inhaling, exhaling -
every heartbeat
a rebellion, a defiance
before the void.

Our inevitable defeat
should not make us
question the fight,
for continuing to fight
is a victory in itself,
for life against oblivion.

29.09.2013
A graveyard comedy

A lonely ghoul gnawed a bone
in a corner of the small mausoleum,
among rotting coffins it sat
among bodies it once knew
when they all walked in the light
and talked the talk of men
and the sun. But now it
was darkness and the moon
and the coldness of the night
and the tomb. It sat and gnawed,
it knew not who it had been,
it just knew it had lost,
but whether it was a name,
a life or a bone with tasty marrow
it knew not and it cried in the night.

29.09.2013
I'm Going Slightly Mad

Are they trying to tell you something

You're missing that one final screw

Queen

There are nights when you think you are going mad
and then there are nights when you realize that you have gone mad
and outside, in the darkness there is nothing;
all the horrors are inside your head,
in your mind and you think of taking them out
with a knife or beating them into silence with a hammer,
as they crawl there like maggots, white mass
that fills your skull and the knife and the hammer
are so soothing in your hand - the calm calling
of the dawn, light, silence,
and the cool coldness of sleep...

29.09.2013
A Fragment

On his cross sat Jesus, eating a heart still quivering
when He took the first bite. Holy was he, covered in
blood dried and anew, the Risen Lord, the Father
of Vampires with his First Raised Lazarus gibbering
below, looking at the eyes that once owned the
heart and they looked back, the brightest eyes, the
eyes of an angel, feast of the Messiah.
Outside, in the darkness that was the world,
the Apostles hunted.

29.09.2013

lauantai 21. syyskuuta 2013

Yellow, orange, red

Cold rain,
autumn's nectar
falling on
faded leaves.

21.09.2013
Without withering months
and the long, cold winter
there could be no spring
of new green grass,
first flowers and chirping
of chicks in nests,
no hot summer days
and white nights,
without the fading of life
there could be no birth.

21.09.2013

perjantai 20. syyskuuta 2013

What was between

The night opened your eyes
with its swift, dark brush strokes
and you awakened in darkness;
the morning closed them with its soft, pale light
that moved hesitantly over the land
as you entered another night
where the hours of the night gone
came back twisted telling
of your fears deeply buried
from the light of mind and day.

20.09.2013

torstai 19. syyskuuta 2013

Yellow leafs floating in puddles
reflecting gray clouds, dark trees
- the shivering season before
white sleep under cold stars.

19.09.2013
Have we not been here before?
This exact moment, this silence between us,
these frozen looks on our faces,
the rain hitting the window,
the clock ticking away.
We remember this now,
but do we remember how we
got away from this?
The light outside fades.
Hesitantly I extend my hand
over the table
and see your hand reaching for mine.


19.09.2013

keskiviikko 11. syyskuuta 2013

Love

We shared something
but in the end
neither of us knew what.

So we went
on our separate ways,
both still wondering

what had brought us
together, tied us
into each other

before being lost.
It must have been
something special.

11.09.2013
This disappearing world,
this life which in myriad paths converges
towards disappointment and the void,
this moment of reflection
in the fabric of time, sinking
to the past and beyond memory,
to words trembling
in black and white
in fear of their own oblivion.
All illusion, all real,
all dance of atoms,
the soundless music of the strings.

11.09.2013

torstai 5. syyskuuta 2013

Oh, the past, the past,
the wound that doesn't stop bleeding,
the cry that doesn't stop echoing,
the pain that doesn't stop hurting but
eats its way through the years
turning into decades
as you tumble towards death.

05.09.2013

maanantai 2. syyskuuta 2013

To destroy printed books
you have to work with fire,

sending libraries up in smoke,

but to destroy an ebook
you just need to press Delete.

To destroy heritage of humanity
you just need a few clicks

with a mouse.

02.09.2013

perjantai 30. elokuuta 2013

When you go, you go
and there's no coming back
except in dreams at night
in the minds of your beloved ones:
Reaching, reaching to them,
fading, fading as you drift
farther in to the past.

30.08.2013
POWER OF POETRY

A poem has no power
which the person who wrote it
and the person who read it
didn't already possess.

It can only awaken
what was already there,
waiting to be given form,
waiting to be given direction,
waiting to reach through time
from mind to mind.

Thus the act of reading
is as powerful
as the act of writing.

30.08.2013


IN MEMORY OF SEAMUS HEANEY(1939-2013)

Death came in
to rule where
poetry had been forged,
words flowed black
no more, all
was silence,
all was nothing,
nothing.

I would write
"Sleep well", but
death is no sleep,
death is absence,
a hole in the fabric
of lives changed,
a black hole
devouring existence.

You have gone,
you are no more.
No words can reach you,
no tears can reach you,
all we have are words,
your recorded voice
as you have now fulfilled
your human destiny.

30.08.2013

maanantai 26. elokuuta 2013

Missionary,

I killed my god
like a beloved pet

I ended it's life
and like I a beloved pet
it looked at me,

missionary,

as I destroyed the shrine,
burned the timbers
and dropped the
holy stone
in the dark waters

like a beloved pet
it looked at me
like asking what
it had done wrong
to deserve this?

Missionary,

will your god forgive me
what I did to my god,
the god of my ancestors,
the god of my people

in the name of your god?

26.08.2013
in the end no one cares
because there's no one to care
and thus nothing
has a meaning
did it even happen,
humanity, life, the universe
of blazing galaxies?
so thoroughly it will be gone
all the lives
the millions of years of
human suffering and delight
billions of years of evolution
all gone
into the void
like stars, planets, galaxies
and black holes
only radiation in a void
forever inching towards
0 Kelvin

26.08.2013

sunnuntai 25. elokuuta 2013

Jesus came to kill me
he had eyes that cried
for all the blood
in his hands
for the scalps
he carried on his belt
for the cap made of skull
he had on his head
for the cape of skin
made of flesh of men
Jesus came to kill me
he had had enough
Jesus came to kill me
to nail me on a cross

25.08.2013
what we see, hear and smell
what we touch
is always already in the past
the past
when our minds
recognize and react
always a bit too late
to capture the fleeting moment,
the Planck time
of the present

25.08.2013
Friedrich Hölderlin(1770-1843)

Walks on the Alps,
beer in a mountain village
where even the cattle
looked happy to him,
verses about heroic death
suffered during fight for freedom,
dreams of Greece distant
in time and place;
preparation for the
long years of quiet madness
in the tower
after his genius had died
long before his body did.

25.08.2013

perjantai 23. elokuuta 2013

death took away all the words that should have been spoken
it was a wall between us and i didn't even try to break it
i could have shattered it i could have shattered it
i allowed it to took away those last months
all the things that could have made a difference
that could still make a difference
until death is no longer between us
but unites us

23.08.2013

sunnuntai 18. elokuuta 2013

In time of shadows
I lived in light,
letting it burn inside;
in time of light
I dwelt in the shadows,
unseen, untouched
by its burning rays,
cold like a winter's night.

18.06.2013

lauantai 17. elokuuta 2013

I fell
and just couldn't get up
- you know how it is,
with life -
and now
the stars are coming out,
it's getting chilly
and the grass
under me
is cold,
as cold
as the light of those
stars, calling.

17.08.2013

perjantai 16. elokuuta 2013

the autumn comes
with every falling leaf
raindrop

with every evening
darker than the one
before

with every thought
of loss with every
shedded tear

when one more year
closing takes me
farther away from you

16.08.2013

lauantai 3. elokuuta 2013

observation

big cities
big sorrows
for little people

confined
in their anthills
one beside another

yearning yearning
neonlights reflected
in oily water

the lyricism of the city
doesn't quench
the pain of the confined

03.08.2013

tiistai 30. heinäkuuta 2013

mountains shrouded in mist
pines firs black in the valleys
beyond the touch of
the sun rising
rays of light marking the climber
a bit of enlightenment

30.07.2013

sunnuntai 21. heinäkuuta 2013

Mewet

You are the grass under my feet,
the flowers growing beside the road,
the leaves on the branches,
the whispering wind,
the songs of birds,
the descending Sun
and the rising Moon.

You are in every breath I take,
you are the air in my lungs,
you are the tears on my cheek,
the smile on my lips,
you are in my voice
still asking you to come back
from behind the shroud of years.

Kesäkuu - heinäkuun 21. päivä 2013
there is no morality in history
as it happens
the bad are no more damned than the good
as long as they live, free
except perhaps in their own minds
and a mind is a bastion no outsider
can ever fully take control of,
looting its riches and revealing its secrets
we can only hope that
vestiges of conscience
gave them nightmares
as the judgment of latter days
does not reach them
anymore than the compassion
of those that came afterwards
reached their victims

21.07.2013

tiistai 16. heinäkuuta 2013

few bits of blood given for test tubes
twelve hours without drinking or eating
parched throat
it's all so casual
i don't care
must be the medication working
its miracles
or the sunlight
that flows over everything
giving a golden unearthly hue
something out of a painting
describing a dream
my mind too
bathed in light
rays of sun
finding their way in
to my thoughts
flipping switches

16.07.2013

maanantai 15. heinäkuuta 2013

a morning of light
a breath of life
inhaling exhaling
so many mornings
like this to come
when i don't see
when i don't breath
when i am the light
the wind
and the breath
the grass
and the trees

15.07.2013
a white butterfly
on a july morning
among green and gold
fluttering

15.07.2013

sunnuntai 14. heinäkuuta 2013

apartheid is not racism
is the new israeli slogan,
claims a cartoon

and i agree

so many people,
so many states
so many religions

think that bad things
can't be bad
if the "right" people
are doing them

14.07.2013
for trayvon martin

in the light of truth
a killer is a killer
no jury can release
him from the truth
law and courts
can be bend
but truth is what it is
and killer is a killer

14.07.2013

torstai 27. kesäkuuta 2013

Us, the Universe

We are not independent observers,
inside the universe
but separate from it. 
No, we are the universe,
for a moment taking the form
of a sentient being.
When we look around us,
from the grass on the ground
to the stars above
we are looking at ourselves.
When we try to understand
the universe
we are trying
to understand ourselves.

27.06.2013

These are not my own, independent thoughts. Many people have written such things before and although I share this view I express in the poem, I am following a well traveled path.

tiistai 25. kesäkuuta 2013

Keep the night at bay,
even if evening is here
keep the light at the horizon
in your eyes
to the last moment,
don't let the darkness fall,
don't go until
at the last
moment, merging
with the night.

25.06.2013

maanantai 24. kesäkuuta 2013

Even Buddha would have chosen life
if Ãnanda would have understood to ask;
life is more precious
than nirvana. Only when there is
no hope of life
should we set our hopes in peace
beyond it.


24.06.2013
Every breath I take,
every closing
and opening of my eyes
takes me farther away from you.
I don't want to be on this
journey in time,
in this stream of change
flowing away
from that last moment together,
just half an hour before
your world ended
and mine with it.

24.06.2013

sunnuntai 23. kesäkuuta 2013

A sail in the horizon,
white on blue,
a hope escaping
beyond sight.

23.06.2013
On the beach
I followed deep footprints
left in the wet sand
along the shore
and found you
as the high tide came
and wind started
to ruffle the tall grass
growing
on the hillsides.

23.06.2013

lauantai 22. kesäkuuta 2013

Past has become
a land of sorrow,
where memories with thorns
make mind bleed.

Come, say the
memories, touch us
and remember,
touch us and feel the pain.

Images of former happiness
come drifting,
half-sunken hulks
with barnacles of
loss growing on them.

There is no going back,
no rescue, no forgetfulness.

No river Lethe to bring
the bliss of forgetting,
letting the past
sail away on its water.

11.06.-22.06.2013
From the future
we can expect only the harvest
of yesterday's seeds.

22.06.2013
Labyrinth of Life

From the darkness emerges
the bull-head of Minotauros
and you, sword-wielder,
are not the shared son of god
and an Athenian king,
you are not destined to sail
with black sails back to home.
No, whoever was on your side
was not a princess with a ball
of thread, but fear-ruled ran away
leaving you to raise your sword
and shield in a futile gesture
no one shall learn of
when they find your
gnawed bones,
hearing the man-bull
roaring in the darkness.

22.06.2013
One of these days the universe
will assimilate us into itself again;
call it nirvana and be happy
before the unavoidable.

22.06.2013

keskiviikko 19. kesäkuuta 2013

Another day;
how many wandering thoughts
through past, today
and into tomorrow,
drawing blood,
until the calm, soft
summer night
comes to bring
the thoughtless realm of sleep,
it's dark waters,
and peace?

19.06.2013

tiistai 18. kesäkuuta 2013

Seeking redemption
you tend to pass it by
without giving it
a second look.

18.06.2013
Night has fallen,
the birds are still chattering,
chirping, no
end to their territorial tales
in summer's embrace.

18.06.2013

maanantai 17. kesäkuuta 2013

The Evil of Cancer

I read about "the evil of cancer" just now, again,
from a newspaper,
and thought about
my mother, her sister, my paternal grandparents
who all died of cancer.
58, 56, 53, 57.

My paternal grandparents were
in their graves before I was born,
my grandfather a forgotten Don Juan figure
who spread misery and broke marriages,
mostly his own ones;
my grandmother's grave a place of pilgrimage,
dutifully done so that
her ever fewer surviving acquaintances
on their visits to the graveyard
in our old home county
"would see that somebody has been here"
as my father said,
again and again through the decades.

My mother, her sister: Pain and guilt in my mind,
my aunt tied to her eldest son,
my late cousin, 27,
in my thoughts,
rage and grief and more rage in my mind
as I think about them,
and my my mother, my mother
a cause of endless sorrow,
guilt like an open wound
that never can nor should close,
my life one long betrayal of her
during these last 18 years,
all her dreams and hopes unfulfilled,
and I cowardly enough not to be on her side
when it would have mattered.

But the cancers that took them all
were not evil, they just were.
A disease has no mind, no morality,
it doesn't set out to destroy
and end lives like a humans do.
We see it as a kind of human
when we claim that it is evil,
we see it as an adversary
that tries to harm our loved ones
and we are wrong.

We extend humanity out to the world,
give a little piece of Homo Sapies to all things
we see around us,
moral colouring to events
that have none.
A cancer like a tsunami
has no meaning in itself, no goal,
they are just natural results
of events, biological and geological.
It's their results that are tragic,
cutting through lives.

No evil is involved when a submarine
earthquake creates a tsunami,
just geology and chance,
and when cancer attacks a human body
it is the same. It just happens,
beyond the boundaries of the moral universe
we humans have created
and believe in.

The results of cancer are evil to us,
but in itself cancer is just biology,
it just is, separate
from our moral universe,
like the dark matter and dark energy
that guide the physical universe
more than what can be seen.

Like the observable cosmos
which can not influence the dark energy
that is accelerating it's expansion
and taking it towards a premature end -
which to us is also an evil in it's consequences -
a cancer that ravages
our loved ones from the inside
is an evil to us,
but to the universe around us,
to the biological mass living on the surface of Earth
and burrowing under it's surface,
flying high in it's atmosphere,
it just is.
Only us, humans,
can be evil.

17.06.2013

perjantai 14. kesäkuuta 2013

Creatrix

I'm thinking of you again today,
imagining you see the same rain,
hear the same hammering on the roof
as I do, look outside and see
the landscape in all the shades of green
like I do, that you breath like I do,
make coffee, read some cheap
romance novel or one of the historical
novels that I bought you, never
finishing the series about Egypt
which I regret everytime I remember
them; you wanted hardcovers and
I bought one paperback after the
hardbacks and never more, and
it was a betrayal, one of those
little betrayals that grew into the
great betrayal, and ever since you
died I have understood well what
I always found odd, Robert E.
Howard's suicide. I read yesterday
about re-prints of Valérian and Laureline comics,
remembered  how you liked them,
how I liked them and now can't think of
them separately from you. You gave me
the love of reading, love of speculative
and all I gave you was disappointments
and not enough of my time. I thought
there would be, but then there was none
and even then I did not understand
to spend every minute I could
beside your bed. It was a debt I owed,
like the fulfillment of your dreams
about what I would become that I owed
and I betrayed you, betrayed you so
many times, you who carried me
nine months in you womb and
thirty-two years, four months, one day
and seven hours afterwards.

14.06.2013