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Man

 

You in my dreams are one strange bit of steel,

hardened in heat of iron maidens

or in flames of the deepest pits?

Your tongue breeds poetry

which softens me liquid

and makes me wonder if you need a bowl.

Upon your shadows I forget all my fears

and the time means nothing.

Your love makes sweat a lovely scent.

 

My gods, has you seen my little heart,

izzit buried under my wants

or tucked between my needs and these pink sheets?

This morning, this time after moon,

please, wiggle me back to my dream man.

 

... : ' * , ~ , * ; , . . ....!??

 

No, siinä...

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That wand of sweet vapours,

the fireflies upon the stars,

me in pyjamas

- illuminated is the path for your thoughts.

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You say "Time means nothing".

...but i want My short Time in this world back...

I still don´t know what You are,

why You come in my dreams,

how you know me so well.

While pondering that - again -

the Universe is pampering the gods,

spreading that stupid dust in all possible empty places

and letting me go old and insane.

 

This silly childish mind of mine

- haunted by pink castles and ghosts -

is stealing My Time by keeping me quiet.

....Wish my wants were more like needs of leopard,

not like my unfinished drawings and sketches,

not nice enough to show anyone,

neither bad enough to be destroyed.

These sketches of mine, 

they play in corners,

they nibble fluffy wool bunnies,

their sharp tiny teeth reminds me of My Time passing...

 

(Godmothers and their hoccuc poccus,

have been fooled by fairy tales.

I thought there is one world only,

but now i know i was wrong.

- No, not going to tell You more about this,

all i wanted was just a little goodnight kiss.)

 

Ah, Time giving nothing means nothing to me,

so wish the Universe had given me something.

If everything is just dust,

what is this strong feeling

strangling my heart.

Time of Yours is from another world,

because My Time is passing away.

 

 

 

***


 

Siriumish

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The Spring Wind has been gadding about and found me.

"Gods i have been waiting for you, my greatest lover..."

 

He shoves his magical invisible long tongue inside me.

He is moving it slowly and licking my guts, mind and sensitive bits -

in most fascinating way.

 

The snow melts,

glorious is the art he creates,

to be his muse is divine.

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Sinulla on todellakin valtava runoilijan lahja. Siitä kannattaa pitää kiinni.

* :, '

Minen ole mitenkään intohimoinen ihminen mutta kirjoitan intohimoisia runoja. Nämä täällä ovat vähän semmoisia aihioita ja joskus niitä varmaan vähän muuttelen jos niitä kertyy. Ehkä niistä teen sitte vanhana kääkkänä jonkun kokoelman jossain muodossa säilytettäväksi... " : ; ,'* , . . .

:)

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The words get stuck

upon this pool of stars,

lingering lights from your soul

which i wish to be my heaven.

Like there were no words

though there is an endless stream of lies,

and most beautiful poems hissed

and growled out from your mouth

- my lips are like stoned

and my fangs grow.

This atmosphere from jungle,

our eyes staring and waiting in shadows,

thrill and knowledge of not making wrong moves,

wishes of good hunt and to be caught,

wishes of small death.

 

: ; * , ' * , : * : . . . . ...

Edit: ...tuollahan oli ihan tyhmiä typoja...

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Now there are so many beautiful lines, written by dark ink of shadows, which are dark only because the stars are so bright and alive.

 

***

 

Tämän jätin pois kun ajatus muuttui - pitäisikö poisheitetyistä riveistä rakentaa väreilevät peilit veteen puhtaaksipestyjen runojen alle?

 

...

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Pour me one glass of sunlight wine,

blue nectar of the elves,

energy drink of restless spirits.

Yes, pour me a glass of sunlight wine,

upon these deepening shadows

i read invisible lines of poems untold.

Hearing the words is like catching thoughts -

which possibly have escaped from the theatre of ancient minds or souls of forgotten creatures -

which ever live and never die.

 

. ' : ; * : ' * . . . .

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Olen kirjoitellut lasten rokkipiiseihin sanoituksia parisen viikkoa ihan huvikseen kun on vain semmoinen inspis. Ensin aina suomeksi ja sitten englanniksi. Nyt viime yönä sain aikaan Bangkok piisin in english.

 

Tämä on nyt minun tämän hetken runoutta vissiin. Tunteista kirjoittaminen ei vaan onnistu kun kaikki on mennyt semmoiselĺe mykkyrälle.

 

............... * : , * ' , * . . ...

 

Bangkok

 

Remprant:

My mighty sneeze scuppered the needle,

the compass turned into a whirligig.

We should be on the open sea

but that's Bangkok's port I see.

 

Captain:

Attention! This is Captain Jones!

Who has taken my telescope?

Dawn chases the fog away,

- hear the seagulls from Bengal bay!

 

With good luck our destination

will be dimly visible anon!

Can see the sun through the mist,

but in a very strange position it is...

 

Remprant:

By the way, Captain Jones,

a funny thing has happened...

I wonder if Bengal could be belayed,

because we´ve just got to Bangkok!

 

Captain: What on earth are you saying..?

Remprant: Ehm, on earth, on waves, you name it...

Captain: ...that we are in Bangkok?

Remprant: Yep! Quite blown off course!

Captain: You...Rrrrrrat!

 

Captain:

Ahoy! This is the Captain again,

bring my best peg leg to me!

We are off to Bangkok town

let´s swap the rat for marzipan!

 

Remprant:

If i found a new compass,

we might forget the marzipan?

Let´s gad about Bangkok today

and have fun - heppah-hey!

 

Captain: Hah-hah - You have no gold!

Remprant: Got a Van Gogh in the hold!

Captain: You´re gonna get our cook sold?

Remprant: Off we go, Bangkok is fun they´ve told!!

 

 

Jaa.... se onkin jo tullut tuupiin oikein laulettuna. Kun korjaa tuon linkin alkua niin tämänkin älyllisen, lyyrisen sanakudelman voi kuunnella ihan laulettunakin. En ymmärrä miten oon yhtäkkiä tämmösiä alkanut kirjoittaa. Varmaan jokin ratas kutistunut päässä kesällä.

 

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I am an ancient rag doll

toy-goddess of every broken relic.

My heart is made of silk

i feel no pain, i never die.

...in my dreams.

Actually i'm very much alive,

i bleed, i get hurt.

The angels sing about death

the gods love torturing,

even the wind whispers

curses in my ears.

These free thoughts of mine

float in the air now,

the soul - which occupied my temple for a moment -

is safely stuffed in a bottle

and waits for the new life

like an unborn curious baby

while this dust of mine

sinks into the depths of the cold ocean

as my poem to Mother Earth.

 

****

 

Edit: nyt oon hukannut yhden värssyn. Eikä sitä oo täälläkään. Mihinköhän sen sitten kirjoitin.

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Everything i touch

turn into bubbles

and float away from me.

....cannot fathom

what all those tiny swans

are doing inside all the bubbles...

they must be my wishes

which i have never told about

to anyone.

*****...

my wishes are abandoning me,

they are leaving.

I never gave them any chance

to fly free.

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Tasmanian Devil

 

If i sink any deeper

i may see the daylight in Tasmania.

So let me sink in peace.

I have seen the northern lights,

heard the ice cold poems of my love,

there is no room for my tiny heart,

which falls in love too easily

and cannot be healed.

If i sink through the bottoms of two oceans,

through the pits of Lord Hades,

the Tasmanian devil will be newborn.

So let me go in peace

if you don't want my little teeth to rip you in pieces.

 

" , : " . * ' ; , * . . . .....


كلب من الجحيم

إذا ما غرقت اكثر فسأرى النور في الجحيم. دعني أغرق. لقد رأيت أنوار الشمال وسمعت أشعار حبي الباردة حتى لم يعد هنالك مكان لقلبي الصغير، ذلك القلب الذي يقع في الحب بسهولة دون أن يشفى. أنا إذا ما غرقت  في البحار، في أعماق محيطات السعير فسيولد من جديد كلب الجحيم. لذا دعني اذهب بسلام إذا لم ترد ان تمزقك  أرباً أنيابي وتبقى أشلالا إلى أبد الأبدين.

 

...minun runoudella on arabiankielinen fani. Arabiankieliä on useaa sorttia tosin. Tämä runo oli hieman haastava koska Tasmanian Devil sanoille ei löydy täsmällistä ilmaisua. Laitoin nyt tämän tänne muistiin, kukaan ei varmaan koskaan käännä runojani toistamiseen arabiaksi joten pitää tallettaa kaikki vielä jonnekin varmaan talteen. Läppärini on menossa ihan sekaisin. Kaikki voi kadota muutenkin kuin tuhka tuuleen täältä pikselimaailmasta.

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July 27, 2017 The Pyramid of Pleasure

 

Taste my dust,

measure my deepest

Feel the slow death

in my webs

and enjoy

the gravity of my grave

Following the scent of mine

kills

takes your life

with the greatest pleasure

Breathing is not

the most important thing anymore

Your senses turn into ashes

your mind vanishes in old dreams

Small death in the pyramid of pleasures

is like the sweetest kiss of goodbye,

a delightful touch of life so unfair.


هرم اللذات

ذق غباري، اسبر اعماقي، المس الموت البطئ في جسدي، واستمتع بظلام قبري.

لا تقتفي أثر رائحتي فإنها قاتلة. عش حياتك بكفاية اللذة.

التنفس ليس ما يهمني الأن فالحواس اصبحت رماداً والعقل اضمحل في عتيق الأحلام.

فرائحة الموت في هرم اللذات حلوة المذاق مثل قبلة الوداع،

ولمسة حنان في حياة مرة المذاق.


(Arabiaksi käännetty, by Y.A.)

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The Sweet Black Tango


Don't tattoo

my name on you,

it'll make you sweat

the ink will fade


Oh, mmm, echoing your pain

and sucking the raging flames

like water on burning fire 

whispers of lust, hissed desires.


Licking off your bad memories

destroying the old poems

This dance is inked in our heart

tattooed by gods, this sweet black tango.

 (lalalaaa..)

Black tattoos on skin turn ugly

black tango gets sweeter only

play la guitarra

play la guitarra


The tattoos may fade away

black sweet tango in hearts will stay

Once more, la guitarra,

play la guitarra

 

(plink plonk plink...)(laalalaa..)

~Siriumish~

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"He finally kisses her. Time of living souls is like sand flying in the wind as long as there is wind. As for dead souls, there is only time, nothing else."

A couple of lines from my scribblings elsewhere.

"Doing stupid things because of love is an old curse; it hits your heart in pieces though it should smash your nose into your brain."

...writing goes slowly.

Edit.2:

"She was not sure if he was listening to her anymore.

She: There is always that black thing in you, that inexhaustible melancholy which I feel deep in my heart.

He: Dearest, the shadow lingering between us, it is smithwork of the daemons.

...edit 3:

He: I can feel the pages in my book, they are but a few left..

She: No, we have a huge canvas. Those who are counting and measuring everything, they have pages in their book. Our huge canvas is full of creativity and dreams. We are as wide as the universe, here and now.

...

Edit. 4

She : I 'm like liquid fire,
I move only when
my insides start heating up.

He: Yes, my dearest, you create new grounds, your touch burns me and makes the ice melt, you make me hiss and growl but not die. Be my island and I will be the ocean - imagine my lips tracing the line of your shore...

...

Edit.5

She: Scary clowns, cute clowns, funny clowns, i like them all.

He: Thought so, they are not only mirroring our fear of being fool but they are touching the hidden corners of our mind and soul. 

She: ..why did you take me in this dream of yours?

He: Wanted to see your hidden parts, it was your mind turned the galloping unicorns of my dream  into clowns.

She: Galloping unicorns, I have always wanted to see galloping unicorns.

He: Stop being afraid of yourself. Trust your own creativity and let your mind fly. You will see nobody is laughing at you. That is the only way to see the unicorns and find the way to freedom. If you are not feeling free with me, it is not kind of love we both want.

Edit. 6

She: And now you abandoning me, abruptly, kindly with that faint smile on your face. You are sugarcoating this moment with millions of wise words which you probably think will save my errant lonely soul...

He: You well know I have never had soul, you found a way into my heart and you made my mind see something I thought did not exist. Love is a mystery, we can never get a grip of it but wish it lingered longer like the scent of most delightful roses. This is not the end, my dearest, because there never has been  a beginning, our train of thoughts has been a fascinating journey between journeys, a chain of moments, also seen as an unbreakable line called time...

She: Will never forgive you, will never forgive the universe this, I really thought I was on the way to our paradise. But now I can see only my old greenhouse with broken windows, snow decorating the empty pots in there... What's wrong with me, why did you leave me. Why did you want to leave me... I must ask... but I am not sure I want to hear the answer because I already know.

He: Shall always carry you in my heart, my darling, you know that. The gods did not give me a soul and this body of mine doesn't exist in your world.

She: I so fell in love with your mind. And now I have to learn to live with the truth - ...this is  not real love, I was only hungry for love and you fed me...

He: What we feel is and has always been real, trust me, we just kept forgetting the reality.  

She: ..you never forget anything. I wanted to forget...

He: ..forgive me that...

She: Everything has happened in my head... My greatest love has been some product of my own imagination. I am like a child talking with shadows, I have followed voices echoing in my own head, had my lovelife only in my dreams. And my heart has been so full of love I never felt cold.

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Edit.7

Him: Hissing my desires without words, and I know you can hear every dirty thought of mine...

Her: I have tried to learn to hate you.

Him: You could do that tomorrow..?

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...minä vain editoin tätä samaa postausta kun en saa tätä ajatuksen/idean tapaista vielä näköjään runonmuotoon... puuttuu vielä joku asia.. tämä on siis ihan muusta isommasta keskentekoisesta kirjoituksestani poimittua.


Alla runon "The Amethyst Blood" arabiankielinen versio...

(Jossainhan se runo täällä on, mutta en nyt löytänyt sitä.)

* , ' . * ~ , ; * , ' . . . ...

 

ياقوت الجمر

اقرأ لي القصة  التي أحب أن اسمعها قبل أن أنام، دعني ارتدي قميصك المفضل. اعطني وسائدك الوثيرة واقتل ذلك التنين ذو الثلاثة رؤوس. في أحلامي يقف العالم عند الظهيرة ويضيع الفجر خلف التلال. في أحلامي أشربك حتى الثمالة لكي أجد مكاناً لنفسي في عروقك كدم من حرير. أنا لك الموت والحب والنشوة؛ أنا لك ياقوت جمر من جسد آلهة الحب. اقرأ لي أفضل ما تعرفه من قصص الجنيات حتى أنام باطمئنان... وقل أن الحب ليس هو النهاية وان الفجر لا تسيطر عليه اضغاث الأحلام.

 

S

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Onneksi täällä nurkassa on tallessa vanhat tekstiaihiot. Luulin että sadeaiheinen idea oli tosin hävinnyt, mutta se löytyikin tuolta oman profiilisivun kirjoituksista.

Olen harjoitellut joidenkin ajatelmieni ja runojeni lausumista tehdäkseni videoita, mutta en millään opi niitä ulkoa... Miten ihmeessä Floor oppi aikoinaan Nightwishin piisit niin nopeasti? Yritin lausua tämän runon "Sade" kovan harjoittelun jälkeen, niin muistin vain yhden rivin... sitten keksin päästäni jotain muuta  äkkiä tilalle... :mda:

"Rain

... it is raining.

No more cold, killing dry wind

I like this warm, lazy rain

see the raindrops are patiently filling up all forgotten pots and buckets,

rinsing all the dust away,

waking up the dead grass.

This lazy rain is summoning up the worms and daffodils...

This rain izz good ..."

S

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The lovemaking of the higher spirits

breaks the spine of black night

and forces the stars keep quiet.

The debauched pole dance of northern lights

scares the wind, makes the sun drool

Hear the abandoned rainbows crying together with the widows,

all the wolves howling after delicious tint of flesh above the glacier.

The air forgets to move, the earth stops breathing,

until the dawning day tells them to wake up from death

which is just a moment lost in dreams.

S

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Nyt kerään tällaisia videoklippejä joistakin runoistani - ajattelin kerätä niitä joka vuodenajalta ja yhdistelen ne aiheisiin sopivien kuvien kanssa. Eli luen tämänkin runon vielä talvella ja keväällä uudelleen. Ihan lopuksi luen vielä runot uudestaan ja jälkiäänitän ne videoiden päälle, en muuten saa ääniraidasta yhtenäistä kun en hallitse äänien editointia. 😜

Tänään tämän videon kuvaus kesti vain hetken kun satoi vettä. Yritin olla räpsyttämättä silmiäni ja nenää kutisi kun vesipisarat tanssahtelivat naamalla.

Kännykkäni äänitys on sen verran ala-arvoista, että runo kannattaa lukea tuolta jostain aiemmista postauksista. (YouTubeen nämä kuitenkin vain tulevat joten mitään superlaatua ei tarvitse ollakaan.)

Harrastuksena runous on ollut hyvää vastapainoa muille projekteille, mitkä yleensä ovat hermoja repiviä ja stressaavia kiireisine aikatauluineen.

s

 

 

 

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