There is no crowd to be,
only different life for me.
Wild parties for to hook,
have no meaning,only suck.
Much more it has to feed,
feelings deep it has to seed.
my lonely soul,an other one need,
who send her wishes for me to read.
Could that happen and be true,
never know,perhaps from the blue.
A vision just sparks my sight,
I see the beach and shore as sign.
Yes,there close to me she is,
the one I always has miss.
The darkness is on the way,
the sun has lost it's rein.
A restaurant in front we see,
soon we are inside to be.
The table with light of a candle,
and music soft,our feelings handle.
Her eyes spark like stars in Heaven,
so real as like on high level.
All so magic a lot like,
feelings even more to hike.
When evening is going to end,
back to the beach they us send.
The Moon up in the sky,
is there like an Eye up in the high.
Walking the beach long,
listening to the waves song.
Hand in hand we walk,
not any much need to talk.
We find a place to down sit,
just enough for us to fit.
close,close to each other,
we already know it's sober.
There we sit under the Moon and the Sky,
as our Hearts us already together tie.
Two Souls in the Universe whole,
no others,only we two alone.
Then I had to up wake,
to realize it was only fake.
But if you indeed are for real,
please,don't leave me alone to be.
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
I'm different by my self and I like my different life,so of course this Poem is much about me,but still,I don't think I'm the only one different,so this poem is also to all of you,that are different.
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The story start with vision that,
of light the Sun and rain the Moon,
with rainbows two in colors all,
and Birds in pairs,singing that of beauty in the Heaven.
But all was just illusion,
the beauty of the Truth and True,
was never there to prove,
with empty hands,with nothing real to give,
with lifeless Heart in endless grab,
the story was of happiness in vain.
What ever light,it had no chance,
the shadow came and took it over,
the seeds for more,had nothing of the care,
they starved in the dark,to never get the life itself.
The story was not vision of the Heaven,
instead it was the Hell of selfish darkness,
and all what's left is grief and sadness,
with pools of tears,with emptiness and sorrow.
Now everything is there in darkness,
nothing can be seen,
future is just all forbidden,
and everyone are there to leave.
The time is now to say goodbye,
the night has come and all is gone,
and only thing that can be done,
is having that remorse of mind.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I send this as an e-mail to a Lady some years back, who had been very important to me in a relationship, that broke up after 5 months under the same roof. Her answer was very short, "what remorse"
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All what is like round,
what ever is in curve,
make me allways touch the nerve.
It give me room for senses,
as my clear mind take a toll,
and I am very sold.
No matter if a painting,
a sculpture or a simple line,
it still make me to hail.
The nature of mine,
has just take over,
and nothing can safe me from that power.
All is so sensual,
as memory build up,
and excitement go sap.
but what is the the reason,
that can take the hold,
of senses mine so bold.
It is the memory in shadow,
the fascinating beauty of the nature old,
that need not even to be told.
It's all so round and smooth,
with curves that make the beauty,
and lost are feelings all of duty.
My fingers moves all over it,
trough waves so soft on level seven,
the hypnotic velvet in the Heaven.
Yes,it is the perfect art of nature,
the timeless beauty of the Woman's Body,
that make me sense almost Holy.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
There is no art more beautifull and perfect than the Womans Body and when you have the art imbedded in your feelings and in your hands, you just know it.
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Day after day the World is coming more crazy,
for minds so hard to handle and moving just lazy.
Religions against Religions,Races against Races,
with no Heart around.
Brothers against Brothers,Sisters against Sisters,
never to be sound.
Democracy as Democracy,Equal as Equal,
have no true meaning.
Ego building Ego,Self building Self,
is where it is leaning.
Politics trough Politics,Media trough Media,
brainwashing is the tool.
Lies more Lies,Promises more Promises,
very much to fool.
Leaders after Leaders,Governments after Governments,
have no quality to solve.
Humans after Humans,Souls after Souls,
feel betrayed and sold.
History repeat History,Madness repeat Madness,
memories are all to short.
Destiny follow Destiny,Fate follow Fate,
with minds of others faults.
God as God,the Book as the Book,
can not pay the bill.
Heart good Heart,Deeds good Deeds,
the only key is our will.
To solve the problems and get the peace,
I really can not see.
Perhaps I'm so angry and too disappointed,
that mind of me is not free.
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
I had to write this Poem,because I feel so frustrated being one little drop in a Ocean of 7 billion other,not having any chance to turn the direction.
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Cryptic,cryptic is the word,
yes,if you want to be heard.
So telling openly and straight,
there are attacks on your fate.
To make everything as fun,
all serious are questioned and done.
Grasshoppers are singing the summer song,
as ants prepare for the winter long.
If you want to hear for more,
then you have to turn for lore.
We have to find the medicine best,
that's the only way to make the test.
Rabbits,Rabbits in the garden,
use your gun,they are the target.
No matter they are evil spirits in the real,
just slaughter them to get the protecting seal.
Rabbit foot is all you need,
the rest you trow for worms to feed.
Master Medicine is then in hands of you,
no evil can harm you,that's then the true.
No matter you see Rats around or in the mirror,
Rabbits foot as Medicine,take them all to zero.
The same if smelling poo around,
pay heed of Medicine and all is sound.
This is the wisdom of the past,
so for sure the Medicine can last.
Just take the instruction seriously here,
and never anymore feel fear.
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Frustration about the life,when many Faces and Masks looks to be the accepted trend as normal,together with the playing cards!
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Life is Life,with all it"s bending,
no matter what ever it is trending
Starting with the hardship all,
freedom and survival as the goal.
There was no more than your self,
and nobody there to give you help.
All you had where your hands,
and in the hourglass running down sands.
Day out Day in,working with no end,
all you made,in Trains you had to send.
The payment was of reason wrong,
that made the cry,your evening song.
The sacrifice broke down on your Soul,
but proud as people,you still kept it as hole.
From left to right,you work together,
your Fathers land could not be given to whoever.
But one Day the Sun was shining bright,
that was when the last Train went out of sight.
The seeds of better Life had been sown ,
with hopes of never apart to be torn.
But as the Life is always going to be,
without lessons we forget and can not see.
The sacrifice of People brave in past,
have just gone down the drain to never last.
Respect and care for older generations are not there,
they are only burden,no matter even left in tear.
Once they walked trough the hardship,for people all,
still as forgotten generation,the hardship is again as call.
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
This Poem is about the old generation in Finland,about the People,that faced the war against Soviet Union and the next generation,that is my generation.....we did not start the war,but in the end,they made us Finns the war criminals and they took a lot of Land from us and also we had to pay almost an impossible amount in products,what we was sending with trains to them.
We had no choice,as our independence was on stake....12 to 16 hours every day,the food we got with coupons only.
We had to put up a completely new industry and thank's to USA,they lend us Money,we was able to do the task.
When the last Train went over the border to Soviet Union,we knew,that we had done it and we was a free country and in the same time we had available a heavy industry and we could export and make big profit after that.
Finland rose like a Fenix from the ashes and in the next 10-15 years with still hard working People we we made one of the best Countries in the world to live in...we just made it to the top.
But little by little,the younger generation,that did not know and did not care about the hardship we older generation had gone trough,just start to destroy the fruits we had done for them and in these days,there are almost nothing left of the brightness from before.
All to that,the old generations are now retired and many in old peoples Home,where children have forget them almost completely....many retired people live with a daily porridge and forgotten by them self....all to that, in the old Peoples home,the more weak one are left in alone in the bed for 5-6 days in their own urinate and excrement ....nobody really care about them and one lady show in public how her Father had about 2 inch long nails on his foots.....she also told,that she had change him to different homes several times and in every place,there have been no care.
When the Refugees came in,they was giving good food and care,but nobody care about the old People.....they collected Phones,computers and good cloths for the Refugees,but the Old People live with so little social support,that many of them don't have any Phones or for sure no computers....in fact it is so bad situation,that every time I hear about it,I"m in tears.
These old People,that faced the almost impossible hardship in the war and soon after that,is again in the end of their life facing similar almost impossible hardship.....many People support heavily the Tomcat refugees,that have run over the border to Finland and when I came up with the opinion in FB,that they should also help and support their own old People in their horrible situation,then they cut me out from their friends list.
This is why this Poem realized it self from my Heart and it is telling how I feel about the Fate of the,"Forgotten Generation".
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What is really Love,
pink,black or white,
perhaps just being laid?
What kind of Love it is,
body,soul,self,
can anybody help?
What do we need it for,
care,closeness,amore,
perhaps only to earn more?
What make us then to Love,
outlook,character,fusion,
or just nothing more than an illusion?
But life is short,
and one day,the last,
we know the truth of our past!
What is then the truth of now,
freedom or freedom from freedom,
please,witch one to feed on?
What if there are much more to get,
understanding,trust and truth,
all under the same roof?
Why not just stop,what is in vain,
put wants aside and needs at first,
then there are less of tears from not needed hurts.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
People looks to come up with so many different opinions about Love, but when we put True before the word Love, then all other perspective diminish to just dwarfs.
To understand True Love, we have first to be very honest to our self, because in these days there are millions and millions of things we can WANT, when True Love depend only about NEEDS. True Love has to do with deeper levels in our self and in a society, where almost everything is something from the outside, most people looks to have real problems to get in touch with deep inside and then they replace it with wants. Deep feelings and other inside trends, like need for a close relationship or happiness to spend time together in the home, have been heavily devalued.
These inside trends are following clearly the formula,that the weakest part of them is making the level of the hole in our self. I'm sorry to say it, but people in the West believe that they are on a higher level, than people in other areas of the world, when in fact I see them like headless chickens, running after this and running after that and from one gathering to the next, not having time to touch the real values of them self and the life. This way we have soon only Robots on this Planet. It is similar to, that we humans know a lot about space,we know about Moon and soon more about Mars too, but we know very little still about the deep part of the Ocean and we also have no respect for the Ocean,we over fish and throw all dirt in to it, destroying all life in it,with a very rapid time frame.
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What is ALL about?
Can we understand it?
Can we grab it?
Or it is much,much more?
What if it's a bubble?
Can we measure it?
Can we affect it?
Or is it a dream that trouble?
What if it's a blueprint to be?
Can we use it?
Can we work with it?
Or is there to mush shadow to see?
What if it's a creation kind?
Can we survive in it?
Can we be something more?
Or it is just a river of time?
What if it's only an utopia in our minds,
just illusions,that make us to believe,
with stories of salvation to come,
that create ignorance,hate and terror,
destroying all that Heart can give?
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
Just wondering,when everything in this World,looks to go to pieces
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You came as a gift from Heaven,
I felt it that day as it revel;
you was all my Love in that moment,
not knowing the hardship of omen.
I knew,that you was the part of me,
but the life in shadow I could not see,
I wanted to be as Father the best,
but it turned out to be more than a test.
Your Fate was not what I had want,
the hardship you faced was evil as sort,
what ever big Love I had in my Heart,
could never safe you from that part.
The Mother I chose for you,
did never had the Heart of true,
the cruel and dark she had in mind,
she made as a crime,but still could hide.
I left the family for something new,
but naive as I was I had no clue,
that all my Love as Father,
your Mother turned to monster rather.
Four years old,so full of life and light,
you was the Busy Bee in it's hight,
but evil never work with sense,
so all your life turn into vain hence.
Your Mother split your life from me,
to do what ever bad she could as fee,
two years all contact was forbidden,
she cut your wings and made me a sinner.
All what she did to you in hate,
make me to bleed in all my Fate,
it's always as a needle in my Soul,
and never can it heal in whole.
Your Mother kick you round the floor,
your head was bleeding and safe not more,
when evil mind of her enough had got,
the conscious in your little Body was there not.
She left you there with no remorse,
was moral her of evil sours,
when conscious yours got back to light,
you hide in the closet for the rest of night.
You had to clean the blood your self,
Your Mother had no Heart to help,
she ordered also you to lie,
that down from chair you fell as fail.
The damage is there for life,
in body and in Soul so tight,
so many times your faith has dive,
but part of me you always climbing back to life.
I helped you to build wings new,
to give some better chance for you,
and as a Mother you are now,
your Heart is true to know how.
What ever old you are to be,
my Daughter little still I see,
but also friend you are of mine,
and there are never anything to hide.
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
To start with the first truth,this Poem was very hard to do,I cry and write,cry and write again and again,the feelings of the memories came out from the shadow.
Her Mother did not want children at all,what I could not understand,because I wonted so many of them and I was believing,that as a Mother she is sure going to Love her children,but I was badly wrong.
We was over all to far from each other in to many things and then I left the family for my two Sons Mother.
My Love for my Daughter was very deep and her Mother was very jealous about it and told to my Daughter that she was the reason to our divorce.
She told my Mother,that she is going to do everything she can to destroy my life.
Before that she met with my new Love and they made a deal,that if I take care of her needs,then she give my Daughter to us.
When I heard it ,I could not accept that other people make a deal about how to use me and I did refuse. I have think about it many time later and that I should had accept to be used,then I could had safe my Daughter from the horrible things that was done to her.
Later my Daughter was taken with Ambulance two times unconscious to the Hospital,but nobody still checked what was the real reason.....I never knew what had happen,but if I had heard about it,I had for sure not believed in any accident.
My Daughter got finally courage enough to brake her self out from the jail she had live in from 4 years old on the Fathers day,when she was 15,she came to me and refused to go back to the Mother.
From 4 years old,she had to wash her own cloth,make food,take care of all her own things and also wash the floor of whole the apartment on knees in an old way,she kept her as an made or in fact more as like a Slave.
About 20 years ago,she got a stroke in the Brain where she had got the damage when the Mother kick her around the room. The Doctor was thinking she hardly going to survive,but I think she is of hardwood as I am and she survived.
She still has to take Aspirin every day to keep the blood thin and a shadow is of course hanging over her.
After she moved to live with me,she still had hardship with her self,she was not sure who she was,because the Mother had destroyed almost all her own will.
She start to drink in secret and when I realized it,she was already alcoholic.
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We are the Humans with the Mask,
generations after generations,
who can not make the task.
We hide from truth, we hide from facts,
as developed, as a sivilisation,
still far away from right tracks.
We have the Democraty on our lips,
we talk about all rights,
when selfish care of our self is on the tip.
As also alien we are to our self,
we can not find the match,
and other in the same, can not ether help.
Trend of Family has split in parts,
life is wild,with all to trust on condoms,
that take away the feelings and lost is our Hearts.
We kill on street, we kill in school,
the Love of Mother has been lost,
with carere her as Master lure.
We have the faith,we have a god,
shining bright for all we want,
and money is, that what we call.
We dig and dig from Mother Earth,
taking all with greedy minds,
and leaving nothing for new birth.
We play the Heart of tolerance and good,
to spread this shadow faith,
but using force or hook as a bud.
This is the shadow faith of Western World,
so close to the brink of Human existence,
with all of it just out of worth.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
We Western people think we are the best, that we have the best system and we know more, but when my Son visited Baduy Land in Indonesia and stay with them for many days, he confronted a very simple way of living, where Truth was the first priority in their society.
They have live in the way they live now, for 400 years, isolated from the outer world and everything is following the way of nature.
They even sleep in a short Bag on the floor in a similar way as the fetus in the womb.
The most impressive was, that all these days he was there in the willage,he never heard any child crying, no fights, no arguing, not even any higher voice, all was peace and everybody just had their own place in their society, did their own task and everything was to take care of everybodys need together like a unity.
They dont allow almost anything from the outside world to be bringed in, not even toothpaste.
This is the way of life, where you live to your needs only and you don't destroy the nature and because nobody run after what they want or demand for, there are no fights and arguments either and the family life is stable and healthy and children feel safe and are because of that mentally well-balanced and that is why hole the society is in peace.
A society built up with needs, is a unite, when the society built up with extreme life of wants is also extreme individual, what automatically burst confrontations already from the first years of childrens life and ending as adult with crimes and even killings, what this people in unite, don't have at all.
The funny thing is, that a lot of Western people, keep these people living in that simple way, as stupid and that they need to get more knowledge,the right understanding about God, they need money so that they can buy what Western people can buy and of course they have to get the so important Democraty too.
In fact these people have the knowledge that is based on Wisdom, they don't need crazy houses,no horrible expensive healt care and not any Police force with to quick trigger fingers and no Jails full with inmates and just because they have a society,that live mentally as also physically a very healthy life, starting from the smallest babyes.
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To playing the Cards,
is so hazard,
some do it more, some less,
but nobody want to confess.
The lonely voice, that say it strait,
and want not play his Fate,
can never be the one he are,
when playing Cards,just catch like tar.
No matter how you live your life,
with lies or truth as faith,
the system smear you always down,
and still you are to be the Clown.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
You can tell what ever honestly and with the Truth, but when the system has been taked over, by the blood of playing Cards, everybody are in doubt and make it still as something in the shadow. That make you think, that what is then the matter to be honest and to be in Truth and with your disappointed mind as acting,you are already catched with the tar as well.
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Yesterday is gone and now the past,
with something up and something down,
by moving Time so fast.
What did we got from it,
something new to benefit,
or memories that later hit?
Depending are we on the Mind,
and feelings that can tackle,
to learn,to store,to block or hide.
All it is about the tools,
chains to bind or wings to fly,
what ever given us as rules.
The Parents had the words to say,
to stay as fool or flying to the freedom,
that is how start the Fate from A.
To be in chains,that keep us back,
we have no choices more than one,
we sense and feel, what all we lack.
But growing Wings, with our will,
to be like Stars,the Sun and Moon,
give still the freedom us to live.
As Soul with Wings like flying Bird,
the past can never tie us up,
it's only fuel for us to learn.
Here we are to learn and grow,
to fill the Karmic Pond,
with all the understanding,care and Love.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I was close with an Lady 2 years ago and when we walk outside on my Property, she stop to walk and was looking up to the sky. I did then the same and I could see a Bird circling around going higher and higher like in a spiral and already so very high that it was diving some times into the cloud. She then said to me," I had really like to be that bird and fly high in the sky" and then she clearly followed with like pain in her voice," but my Parents never give me Wings"!
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