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i belong to nobody
and if i somehow do
there's always someone else
who also belongs to you
and that other one is always
the one who is lucky in love
the one you will want
and i'll always have lucky-13.

Hän katsoo ikkunasta ulos
kukkaruukkujen välistä

Pihalla tuulimylly kääntyilee hitaasti
orava juoksee pihan poikki
ja piiloutuu pensaan luo

Pilvet lipuvat metsän taakse
kaste helmeilee nurmikolla

Lämmin aamunkajo
luo hiljaisen värinsä seinälle

kahvi porisee keittiössä

Hän katsoo, kun luonto tekee heräämistään

Kuin maailma olisi herkkää ja hidasta valssia.



Runon musiikki: Roger Eno - Slow Waltz
http://open.spotify.com/track/37KkPofsbswWNWsF9UHBwa

Kuule, yksinäinen kannel
sävelet yöhön uinuen
Tähdet yllä huokuvat
valoa haurasta

Joulun odotus
ensihiutaleet
kevään hauraat silmut
ja pisarat, jotka syksyn itkevät

Ja taivas on vaiti
kun tähdet puhuvat

On elokuinen yö
ja vain sinä olet läsnä



Runon musiikki: Roger Eno - A Paler Sky http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Aqn4y5FgiM

http://www.harhakuva.org/view/191563

TSEKKAA KÄYTTÄJÄN NAKSOS UUSIN TEOS

teen tätä kaikkee, mut vähemmän ku ennen
ainaki toivon niin, oon aika sekasin muutenki
lähen pois täältä, mut en varmaa sun kanssa
tuu vaa mukaa jos haluut, mut mä meen kävellen.

Mä: Ääää mitä tekisin oon nii kamalan väsyyy
Amanda: Tanssi? Juokse ympäri taloo? Mee suihkuun?
Mä: Ei oo musaa, en jaksa, en kerkee!
Amanda: Write a poem about your life?
Mä: ... Ok

I was born
I was torn
Cause life was really hard
And I didn't have a trumph Card
To get me out of here
So I just decided on staying there
And that my friends, is my life
Now you can go fuck my wife.


Sellasta aamusin. XD

Wandering in aether planes

In these aether realms I wander.
Lost souls, spirits, unkept oaths beyond redemption.
I touched her blue aura, she turned and looked to my eyes.
But she had lost her personhood ages ago,
she was nothing but a lost soul, wandering in these realms free.
Colourful auras levitate past my snow-white aura like wind.
I could just let go of my earthly body
and float along these windy auras
and see the world beyond my imagination...
__________

Who has seen the tree, the tree
which holds great wisdom and the ability to be present reality and these realms?
The one which controls the balance on earth...
Who has seen those white glowing crystals
which hold the energy of these realms?
Those which destiny lays on the hands of the chosen...

Lake Nìunul
One misty morning the Crystal boats sail
on the cold lake trying to catch the falling birch leaves.
The mist droplets fall to the sky
and return as white doves
as I cool off my feet in the freezing water.
I hear only the tiny waves
which bump against the rocks
in this silence.

The mountain of Ferrdor
She used to be called Fandaan. Those great halls, forests, citadels in which she used to roam. Ruins, dusty ruins and forgotten scenery left. Their devotion washed away, but what was left of them? Hate, anger, vindictiveness... Mutilated beasts and souls without freedom. She keeps wandering astray in this snowy mountain which used to be her home. She prays her, the devout Wich, to free her soul from the sorrow and anger, but there is nothing which can be done for the sake of this atrocity. They all are doomed...

On the edge
Here lies the wintery world.
Here the pines gather falling snow and here the land is filled with snowbanks
which pour over the edge.
Here I stand at the edge of earth and ask myself
why not step to the nothingess which lies before me.
Will my dreams ever become real then?