Poet Introduction Some people write for fun, i do it for love, i like to write songs, poems. one of the things that i love is when i tell some one, hey read what i just finished writing, what do you think? and they tell me awsome, how you did it.
And when I think about that particular moment, My body temperatures get above 40 degrees C. My heart beat raise up, so fast i can resist, I have to let it be, I can not stop, or even block the emotion, pushing the motion of the current of my blood all the way to one part of my body, then, I deeply wish You were here, here,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,, with me.
I like it when we go across each other on the hall, and look our selves, that moment where the evil carnal of desire thoughts arise, passion, those blue eyes of yours, at the end of those profound upper eye lips, the look and the movement of them trying to be un-noticed, temptation, keeping the distance in between, by the color of our coats, I like it. When You look to the other way, knowing I AM, when You do extra hour un-paid, sacrifices, when I talk to You in English, and you talk to Me in Finnish, motivation, When the smell of your is left...
The bear still sleeping, camouflage He is caring without an option, the temptation, of finding out, if is time to be proud, then again, mate, is up to try, the wind blow, hit his face, He can feel it, is not time yet. Where is the snake, the elk, the fish, and the mushroom, they are all hidding except him.
The beauty of the white, make the dark looks bright, marks, and steps along the way, mistery dont care, fair or not, is not up to a question, dry tree, tears, where the leave used to be, secrets awaiting, fall into the emotions, of rotating...
On a raining Day, Windows full of mixed tears, and shade of oracle made, dogs hiding with fears. thunders, and centiles. expressions of the sky.
With my medical books, I found DUP, a place where we become, friends, and sometimes enemies, funny. different words, poems, and histories, connecting everyone in one way, and disconnecting in another, far away from each other, different nature, language, and races, despite of all, We found our self here, in DUP.
Tell me if You feel it, that You are here, desoriented with your self, missing Your own odor, accuse Me I was the one that for my loneliness Had to steal it.
For my loneliness You are here, with different names, and figures, I see You even walking by the livingroom, smiling at Me with coffee without sugar. Smiling back at Me, with a pecular smile, with the meaning of follow Me.
I told You, You never left, You are here, writen in my heart, with permanent ink.
I desperately want to run to You, but my leg wont move, I want to jump in to Your body like a cliff diver, to see what is in it, any love left, any hope to it. From the outside is difficult to see, to jump is a risk that I most take.
Seating down every night, I see how He get high, strong black man, and tight, alone and waiting to die.
He is a good guy though, spent his life alone. grandma gone. Him and his pipe had the longest sadness, His histories were encrypted on the smoke of Blackness. they used to go in the darkness. and even I tried to decipher them.
I admired Him, and his mistreated hands, His body swaying on the rocking chair, His tired eyes, looking at the moon, telling Me history while listening to jazz and blues. ...