All at once and also by themselves, loneliness and gathering weaved into the same tapestry

We all are, in and out of ourselves, in this moment

Your roots run deep and it makes my heart leap seeing you honor those seams of family and that it grounds you to this earthly affinity

You gift me grace flowing like music from a flute and even though I may sometimes be a brute, I won't go mute as you make me be more than I was ever before

We have seen together starry skies and boundless nature, pristine lakes and beauty that God makes, yet nothing compares to your pristine visage and frame lighter than clouds above, nothing before or after you will the same impact have, from your cascading hair silky and fair skin glinting like ivory, everything about you makes you a walking treasure weaved from forces of nature

Your tenacity is strong enough to bring about stability, as you show strength of astounding length, lifting yourself and the spirit of others up

For your eyes like emeralds springing from earth bountiful, sparkling both within moonlight and days bright

Your loving soul bathing those you hold dear in warmth from hearth

That you keep nature in mind, love it in sight, hold dear all from a blade of grass to hummingbirds fluttering and glinting like brass

The fact that you make me want to build bridges for your dreams, so that they one day connect our worlds to a happy future

That your inner compass always finds a way to point towards kindness and righteousness

That you and me can chat happily creating moments that stay with me endlessly

Your adventurous spirit finding paths towards prairies, filled with energy like the flight of birds flying over mountains

For the waves of our souls singing in resonance, causing a sense of ease that has never sounded in me before this

And that lull in between get's shorter each time we wake

Take, take and take till there's none left, our species is theft

You think you ought to rule in hell, when all can tell, your corrupt ways would burn up in a minute in a real cell

Billions won't save anyone, all you're doing is shaving wax from a candle you cut shorter

What are you going do with all that you amass?

It won't change you from being crass

With a rotten core even the tallest tree will topple, no matter how many you enslave to hold it together

You and me, we're food for the bugs mate,

accept already that's our fate.

Opus, requies, repete

Tenebrae sumit

Translation;

Tested too

Work, rest, repeat

Darkness takes

Alarms are sounding

Dissonance of ordinance

Welcome to year 20XX

Hated, baited, waited in corners and alleways

Oh hollow spiral down to depths, why cast me into dregs?

Enjoy my misery, I'll give it to you endlessly for I will not be snapped readily

Let it flow, picking up speed for the show

We will burn amids the chaos, indulging in sin as we try to swim to the boiling surfaces

Yet the ordeal will forge us into something new as well, mayhaps responding to Hell's bell

Burnout imminent, now's the time to pitch a tent and take a break

Perhaps another trip when the moon is lit or when birds are singing noons glory

This is your story and you write it well, not always can you respond to the bell but this is just another chapter

Now be the thatcher and work on your roof so no rain comes through

You will survive, nay you will thrive and see the world with new eyes when serendipity comes knocking

Good luck and strength in your travels, on top of shining spires and natures corners

Though in midst of all this, gold emerges to glint, soft and electrifying, times bite withstanding.

Soul like that extremely rare, did you know that or care?

Take a moment to look in the mirror, bask in your glow and remember within how gold contours yet never loses it's shine, even in the hands of time.

Just a polish and you'll dazzle all, as many times as needed or wanted.

…………..

Aika aikaansa kutakin vaan maatuu se multakin.

Kimmeltää sieltä tosin kultakin, ajan hammasta kestävä, pehmeä ja sähköistävä.

Sielu sellainen on äärimmäisen harvinainen, tiedätkö sen?

Katso peiliin, paistattele hetki loistossasi, muista sisimmässäsi kuinka kulta tapaa sopeutua vaan ei suostu haalistua, edes ajan kuluessa.

Kiillotus ja häikäiset kaikki, yhä uudestaan, niin monta kertaa kun vaaditaan tai silkasti halutaan.

Flight;

Sometimes wings swing in

Operose at firmament

Fall eventual

Winter ends;

Piles upon piles cold

Now Sun shines on us all

Days to be lengthened

Lie that came from who gave you birth, ingrained as truth.

Yet you prove everyday that it is falsehoods that sting only cause they were carved into your marrow, making your expectations narrow.

And in spite of evidence to contrary, you even fight to keep this misery.

It is like giving a carouser keys to a winery, the way you keep drinking from this well of trauma and agony.

This is not your fault, it is the responsibility of those who taught you lies like they were treasures in a vault.

Which you kept under lock and key silvery, stained, worn and still too strong to shrug away.

At the end I’ll say this:

Become an aesthetic grave robber to your bad lessons, digging them up only to throw them away for they are not art in any way.

"I just did my job" they say as they kick down those clawing their way

"We have to save" We know this, we all see this but why is it that you only save by cutting from the weak?

We let into power those who can't comprehend economy, defending ones country nor respect for welfare state and that pisses us off!

Time will topple idiots, will we let them fall on top of us?

Kuinka kunnollinen voi olla ihminen systeemissä mädäntyvässä?

"Tein vain työtäni" sanovat kun potkivat alas ylös kapuavat

"Säästää on pakko" Tiedetään, me kaikki se nähdään vaan miksi vain heikkojen selkänahasta säästetään?

Valtaan päästetään ne jotka ei kykene ymmärtämään taloutta, puolustusta taikka hyvinvointivaltion kunnioitusta ja se herättää vitutusta!

Aika kaataa idiootit, annammeko heidän kaatua päällemme?

The surface of this imperfect sphere would be bleak without our air, would there be life as we know it?

Would it live off rocks and volcanoes being blasted with spaces storms?

Would the gift of life be then only for a few microbes?

Or lost in totality?

Perhaps even then somehow achieving grandeur?

That I don't know, which is why I thank the air.

Ilma saa maan kukoistamaan, happi tarjoaa hengen valtoimenaan päälle maan

Olisi tämän epätäydellisen pallon kuori kovin kolkko ilman ilmaamme,

olisiko silloin jäljellä elämää kuten tunnemme?

Eläisikö se kivestä ja tulivuorista, avaruuden tuulten armoilla?

Olisiko elämän lahja silloin vain harvoilla mikrobeilla?

Vaiko kadonnut konsanaan?

Ehkäpä sittenkin vielä jollain ilveellä käyden loistamaan?

Sitä tiedä en, siksi kiitän ilmaa.

and if someone said nay to being your valentine

they would be the biggest fool of our time

Take pride and be happy even if there's no one being sappy

For you are a star to which even the sun holds no par! ♥️

Tuulet repivät myrskyten, miltä näyttäisi hurrikaani joka imaisee mukaansa saaren roskaa ja lemuavaa paskaa?

Tapamme mielemme, luovutamme kielemme, raunioihin vajoamme

Vaan tänä vuonna teen vastarintaa ja pyrin parempaan, ehkä jollain mitättömällä mittarilla yksilönä toivoen joukkojen kantavan hedelmää vähäisistä teoista

Uusi vuosi ja uudet toiveet murskattavaksi, voittoja kohti pää pystyssä vaikka olisi mieli mytyssä

Pieces falling off the world fall on top of ice catching fire as smoke envelopes into our atmosphere

Winds tear in storms, what would a hurricane which sucks up an island of thrash and smelly shit look like?

We kill our minds, give up our language, fall into ruins

But this year I'll rise in resistance qnd strive to do better, maybe in some insignificant meter as an individual hoping masses to bear fruit from small actions taken.

New year and new hopes to crush, towards victories head held up high even though your mind drags down to whine.

Radiating outwards catching attention, yet hidden within is warmth and thought making you appear even more beautiful.

I'd wish you to know this by heart, your beauty goes beyond afar, carried on by your wisdom.

You are strength unbound and a mind with serene logical sound and I'm glad that such someone as striking as you is making herself known by building others up,

instead of pushing others down with your grand presence, gifted to you by appearance, style and knowledge.

Wanting to die without a good reason as to why, old habits pursued in my mind and it's cobwebs

Making preparations to end it all, yet keeping in contact with friends from afar

Going to have fun without remorse, to forget it all

Engaging in conversation keeping me grounded instead of pursuing that last hug from earth as I go cold

The true treasure are friends and family who still keep me in mind as I try destroy my body with my own braincells tainted

Today I'm gonna go sane and crazy at the same time and have fucking fun while at it

Be kind even when you're down, be compassionate even when broken,

talk even when your tongue is tied in a knot intangible

Do so and one day the world will respond in kind, give you opportunities beond belief

Thinking of the end while living can be jarring but once you get past that you'll be grateful that you still kept in contact

Let's not forget that, let's try to keep things intact and go about with tact

That is the lesson learned through muddy roads, darkened skies and nasty encounters surprisedly milder than my own curses

Life will provide solace of you let it and the world around you will give light to the darkness if we hold on

Now the world is madness incorporate yet there's still life after war and violence

Time will give you tribulations but if we overcome will gain more than we had even if we lost everything and have to start a new path

I hang out in some tough crowds and recently was reminded of how violent that world is after one of my friends was almost murdered.

People got ahold of a universal key to his apartment complex and came there while he was sleeping and hacked him in the head with an axe.

The most disturbing thing about this was that the motive behind this murder attempt is as petty as gaining street cred apparently.

No real fighting.

Just killing in order to gain standing in a crowd with no morals.

It wasn't like this before.

Sure, murders happened but they were due to fights or depts or wrath from wrongdoings.

Not for the reason to kill in order to seem tough.

This world is becoming more rotten, even in this peaceful country of mine.

Old ways are dying and now even people's families can become targets.

Where did the honor go?

We used to have some semblance of rules.

But now it is a dog eat dog world out here.

Everyone is carrying and trigger fingers keep twitching.

Petty reasons for the heaviest crimes appararent.

Such a sad state for an already dark underworld.

If I disappear from here completely there's a chance I've been shot.

That's just the state of things.

Human lives seem worth less these days and I mourn for it.

Stay safe everyone, these are hard times.

Ja jos sanottaisiin

että tulit taivaista, löytäisin itseni rukoilemasta

Jos sanottaisiin

silmäniskujesi ohjaavan laivoja ohi majakoista, löytäisin itseni uskomasta

Jos sanottaisiin

hymysi nostattavan vehreitä saaria, odottaisin uusia mantereita

Jos sanottaisiin

että kurvejasi seuraamalla löytää itsensä kadotuksesta, en silti kieltäytyisi katseista jotka kertovat kehosi kartoista

Ja jos sanottaisiin

Ihosi hohkaavan laavana luopuisin patakintaista

Conversing on beauty there comes a picture of you

And if they said

You came from heavens, I would find my self in prayer

If they said

That your winks steered ships past lighthouses, I would find myself believing

If they said

Your smile raises lush islands, I would wait for a new continents

If they said

That following your curves casts one into abyss, I still wouldn't deny myself looks that tell of your body's maps

And if they said

That you're body is made of blazing lava, I would forgo oven mitts

I wrote for others recently and did it according to them more than decently

Yet as I talk through my rhymes in the end my writings heal me at times

But my pieces about my sufferings are those that are truly cathartic

So poetry, thank you for being in my life and thank you to my readers

Thank you for my subjects that fill my pens scriptures with art instead of madness

Though there is a place for madness too, somewhere between pages one and two

Change coming like dye seeping into aged gray that forgot it's colours out in the sun

Let my mind keep it's focus as different hues comes to my life again after a time

Passed by quiet wheels on a wagon carrying more than it should and less than it could

Change, you make me both uncomfortable and glad to be alive once again

Let me no longer be colorblind by choice