Poetry which reaches into the recesses of your soul. Grief carried with elegance, love written without restraint, shadows rendered beautiful. Words that provide solace, rendering you lessisolated in the darkest corners of your own existence.
A Wildling
Naked you are like a Roman statue
Projecting moonlight on your hide
Stringent muscles
Unyelding tendons
Glimmering droplets as you arch over me.
Naked you are miraculous to wonder
Earthly brute and so profane
Feral in your eye
Stark for a chest
Under my touch you hover for a while.
Boyant and light as a waterlily
Grizzled diamonds in your tangled hair
A wildling to observe
A gentle beast to behold
Throbbing against my temporary shelter.
Full of Grace
Banquet table full of grace
Memories declared in moments
Toasted not to be forgotten
As weights of flesh, not of them.
Parts fried in butter
heavy, shred from life
The longest journey made
Cages to the slaughterhouse
Rammed, carelessly executed
They celebrate like this?
Intoxicated they shout
Carpe diem!
Colic from deprived life
Yet no one told them
In one's pleasure others' death
As they lay on the plate raped
Dead
As crispy crusted sculptures.
The celebration party
As green fruits
Incapable to ripen.
The Creator
The darkness is closing on us my love
Pushing us through the last passage
We tearing off our limbs to pass through
As if we were coming out of a womb
Lively mothers give birth to the heaviest children
They whisper to me
That we should not fear for a dream
Nor the grains of awake
Love is squeezing us with the cracking of bones
In the last defence of the soul we have seen them
The faces of many killed by the last of us
As mirrors we reflect what we can not write down
Names of orders and things we dare not speak
And we ask where should the birds fly
After the last sky
Knowing that we will die here
Here in the last passage
And that when our blood plants a new tree
We will not care to wonder such things
It is the butterflies that make the most transient friends
Fluttering about with bright coloured masks
Stealing our days from those extolled by our myths
They will wear two dresses but never wear one
Floating on a foot of air
They give us grains of wheat and we eat
Never being full
They give us a dream of oranges and we dream
Never waking up
Do not believe the butterflies!
But we are entitled to love this harrowing longing
To be beaten flesh raw by its opposite nature
We are entitled to dry the nights of lovely creatures
And wake up next to the nightmares
Ones that promised us nothing but gave us everything
We are entitled to die the way we want to die
Because we are born on a guillotine and we live drowning
Gasping for air that struggles to pass through our lungs
We are entitled!
I am the child of your gasping love
You have given birth to me like the rising sun to a morning
When you feel love for me, your creation
Do you still hum and cry about nothing?
And if I were to start all over again I would choose what I have chosen
The same roses and the same thorns
On your feet I would still drop with the utmost admiration
As you hold the victory sign and the key to the last door
Because I know that you have lived and loved
And that those you have loved are dead but not all
There is still someone to cushion the chest of the knight
To sing with a smile for the one who has no home
On my eyelashes a sour dream of pathways
Of roads that take us to every house but our own
Teaching us about peace
That we are here within ourselves
That our shapes are merely shadows of the stars that we are
That we are all the sons and daughters of war
That we do plant trees but scorn the fruit
So remember that on the day you kill me, my love
You will find two tickets in my pocket to peace
And you shall be like the scarecrow in a vineyard
Standing there in amaze
Wearing an old coat like a vagrant
Your eyes gazing at the white houses
And the doors that so many times slammed on you
Only the lonely coconut plant at the edge of the field
Loved your face with its shadows of love
And even the hate
A dying whisper shall be uttered out
My love, dont waste the tickets
For I know that my creator, the one who gave birth to me
Came to me dressed in night
At the season in childhood of old age and tired looks
She could not carry herself so she gave birth to me
A fly with the scent of a flower
I have many dresses but I wear them all
And the one that is made of limbs and pupils and sparkles like pearls
I wear for you
As I drop on your feet worshipping, longing, dreaming
I will skin you a passion and bleed you a heart
And I shall eat my placenta and vomit out love
Because I know that I am a heavy child
And that your wounds are raw
The distance shrinks for love is a thread
Let me stitch your lungs to the evening, my love.
Vieras
Asuttamattomista lupauksista en tahdo itselleni mitään
En yhtäkään seinää tai valkoista aitaa
Silti jokainen vuorollaan on tarjonnut samaa
Ikuisuuksia jotka pettymyksinä ovat kuolleet luomiini
Kyllä minä olen puhunut heille vuotavin sanoin
Kirjaimia runoissa
Nuotteja huulilla
Sillä kaikki mitä koskaan tahdoin antaa, ja vieläkin on
Rakkaus!
Joten vielä kerran olkoon se heidän aamunsa
Että minä olen ruumiissani kantanut toivoa
Vaikka tiet ovat jähmettyneet edessäni huokaillen
Sillä askeleeni on raskas ja rintani vuotava
Olkoon se ihmetys heidän asfalttisilla kasvoillaan
Että kun he illastavat kanssani olen aina vieras
Iltarusko otsassa olen syleillyt eksyneitä
Kun he ovat kaatuneet syliini menneisiinsä puettuina
Keskenkasvuisina, raakileina
Huulet maidosta tahmaisina
Mutta jos he olisivat koskaan välittäneet kysyä olisin kyllä kertonut:
Olen väsynyt ihmisten hengitykseen
Ja kuinka he tekevät huomisesta saaliin
Silti olen paljastanut hymyillen rintani
Kuin imettävä äiti nännit vereslihalla, katkeruutta vailla
Mutta koskaan en ole piirtänyt maagisia kuvia otsille
Tai koettanut valjastaa rakkautta
Heidän aikansa on kuihtunut raajarikkoisin askelin
Kutoessaan rituaaleja omistuksen seinävaatteiksi
Nimeten kuolleita elävien mukaan, kuuroina näyille
Ja itsekkyydessään he ovat kaivaneet haudan
Epätoivoisuudessaan näkemättä todellista kuolemaa
Että pellon reunassa on meille kaikille tilaa
Kunnes tämä kaikki taas toistetaan
Elämän virta painuu heissä kasaan kuin kuoleva tähti
Sortuen odotusten loputtomaan avaruuteen
Hellä anteeksiantoni lepää heidän levottomuudessaan
Sillä ajatukseni ovat erilailla pyöreät, niinkuin rintani
Tihkun maitoa sillä heille olen juhla-ateria
ja aina tervetullut vieras.
Rakkaudella
Katson sinua kuin aamun valo hämärää
Varomattomasti
Paljastaen jokaisen murtuneen
Yön varjolla yhteen kuromasi särkyneen
Jotka eivät kestä päivänvaloa.
Saaresta toiseen haaksirikkoudut
Olit ainoa kenestä en koskaan kysynyt.
Kanssasi ihmeet olivat vain tarinoita
Ennalta arvattavia satuja
Kirstussasi tuhat tähteä vyöksi
Eikä kirstua koskaan lukittu yöksi.
Tahtosi on kuin mureneva jää
Minä villieläin, minä sydämetön peto.
Se on tuskasi joka tekee sinusta kauniin
Epätoivossasi on kynäni, musteeni, leipäni
Joten vielä kerran jos saan pyytää
Kuole rakas oikein hitaasti
Rakkaudella, yhtä sivua vaille.
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