You are handsome boy
Sitting with her
In front of me
Light plays well
And gets drunk on your edges

I want my son to grow up as you
In the meantime
I like to see you
Get a little bit drunk
On your cappricios
And shining face.

You existed yesterday
Today you are not
You come and shout in my face
It is easy to understand
I am an angel
In this fleeting world.

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

Summer
Watery sensations!
A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer!
Sprung out of late night October dark.
The lightness of the wind.
The mystery of an ancient perfume.
I realize how I had been missing it.
Tapping into the underworld.
Of a wandering heart.
I welcome the cold freeze on my skin, it keeps me safe!
Yet I lust longingly for Warmth of the Sun!
For relief from the drear of my long lonely nights.
The warm breeze reminds me of love.
The Jasmine and Lupine gently increase my desire.
I've suppressed my longing for this sacred scent.
All below me, 100 generations touch my heart.
And teach stillness and contentment in the now.

Yesterday I saw two butterflies.
White!
Chasing one another.
It amazed me.
The thought of what made them stick together
Was it glue?
A needle and silk?
Fluffing arms,
They followed each other all the time

It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.

We were standing nearby the sea
…Drinking;
It was night.
And I had traveled from my city
To meet my cousin;

It had not been a happy decision,
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;

But there was this thing with this state
…It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts!
Changes of routine!
That apart from the painful melody.

…Had the artistic touch,
The dark tunnels,
The unseen objects
…You would have not seen in a normal state;

So feeling very bad,
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.

…The first thought
Had been my cousin,
That lived nearby the sea;
The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction,
As if a city was being built nearby.

…It went well with the dark sky,
And the dark and harsh sounds of the waves;

There were psychedelic lights all around
And it went well with my state.

…Cosmo-Being caught in a Cosmo-Body,
Bleeding and spinning around;

He would say a couple of things,
And I would answer
…I was small,

Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place and was undoing me;

People want from you
they want you to be talkative
they want you to be rich
they want you to be beautiful
when I just feel like being boring
**** them and their long list.

A self was a doom!
A banned!
A burden!
Condemned.
Heavy!
To carry!
In those times,
On those heights!

It all began with clouds in the sky.
We used to call them sheep, horses..
Me and my friend,
Every other object.
Same sync.
How would I walk?
When there was no friction?
It was an awkward tense.

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please

She entered the big building;
A big hall,
Big shining lamps,
Big glass windows,
That revealed the green flocks of trees outside;

Walking in the hall
She knew that inside,
There stood God;

She headed towards him;
A white small table,
A white chair
Where God was sitting;

As soon as she saw him,
He was talking to her;
But it was in low voice.
So she kept asking to him
To speak louder;

Then she thought,
She understood something,
But was not sure,
What he said.

So she asked him to repeat;
He did not;
And somehow she understood,
That God was not speaking in english;
She was hearing the words,
He would say
And they sounded dry,
Without shape and form;
She thought:
«That could not be a language at all!»
She could not imagine
A language sounding like that;
It was obvious:
She could not understand God;
But what made a lasting impression to her,
Was that even god
Could not understand her!
He would not raise his voice,
She asked him to do so;

Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;

They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;

The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;

Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;

One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading the bible;

She got surprised;
«They are reading the bible?»
«My father has made them read the bible!»

«He certainly has got sense of humor!»
She thought to herself;
«What a prank!»

She made her way in the main road;
Meanwhile one of the cubs whispered to the other
Something about sin and eternal life;

«Just imagine the surprise of the lionesses,
When they see them.»
She said to herself;

She had walked for a while,
But then decided,
That she would take the book away from them;

But when she returned,
She already found them chewing
And biting on the book;

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I wish I were not psychotic
not to have this brain with a thousand weird functioning circuits
with a fantasy of its own

so I would be left alone from the society
that uninvited steps in my door
that goes and decides what is best for me

I met three today
I never asked them for a coffee
I never wanted to hang out with them today
but they shouted and screamed
what I did not want to hear
that I can not care of my son.

Ridiculous Gods

In clown clothes
scared of a different member.

In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

She left home early;
After two hours,
She had to go to the studio
Of her friend, who was a painter
And who was going to make a portrait of her;
She thought:
There was sunlight
And it was the perfect day to lay on the beach
Which was much nearby her house;
As soon as she arrived there
She took off all her clothes
And **** laid on the sand;
Her full ******* and ***** hair
Glittered under the sunshine;
One passerby,
That was walking nearby,
Stopped as soon as he saw her;
He went to a place nearby,
A quiet corner
Where his looks would not disturb her
And sat in order to look at her;
Two men that were laying on the beach nearby.
Somehow altered the tones.
And speed of their conversation.
And time after time took a look,
At her blossomed body;
Quietly and gently not to disturb her;
The same with two men,
That were standing at the shore;
Time after time they would turn their heads
And admire the **** that was standing,
Still enjoying the rays of the sun;
As time went by,
A lot of people that were passing by,
Would slightly turn their heads
And look at her *******,
Her ***** hair,
Her thighs;
It all went on for two hours.
And then she began to wear her clothes.
And headed to the studio of her friend;
She had promised to pose **** for him.
And she was getting a bit late this time;
She walked for twenty minutes.
And then as soon as she entered
She took off her clothes.
Leaving them at the chair.
And lay on the bed;
Her friend in appetite and content
Just as before a good meal
Began his drawing;

Anytime you call me
I will come to meet you
I will come.

She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
And meanwhile was checking options
For another place;

(After two hours)

She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
and meanwhile was checking options
For another place;

As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;

I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»

It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It is in that moment though,
That I was seeing the language
In its essence;

Seeing the language for what it is;
A set of sounds
That are not connected to anything or anyone;

Listen to this head
as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts
ants are passing all over
and I am but a corpse
running around
dragging a body today

did I have a bad day
or am I just being neurotic
or is it both.

Even though sad,
My pain channeled.
Became an irresistible muse.
I found myself with a rare elixir in my hand.

I found them both on my room;
Her long legs wrapping him up;
You could tell,
From the blush in her face,
That she was in the peak of ecstasy;

Cold,
I went towards them;
«Tell me!»
I told her;
«Why do you do this?»

She saw me straight in the eye,
Caught my hair and began to pet it;
«I do not know!»
She said;
«I do not know!»

Worry endlessly draining the soul out of me. Trying to make room for my acceptance to be free. And there stood God....hearing my prayer and not answering. Girl you have to walk this walk alone. I will not talk to you. Maybe I am inside you.

Collaboration Amethyste & Craig J. Burton

In twilights breath
I find warmth
I live
In twilights breath
I long
I burn

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I read every word and read again
I warm with each syllable
Until I’m hot and vibrating
This Summer Sun awakens
My wonder and desire
How can I convey this, are words enough?

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

The fragrance of kerosene
in shadows of innuendo’s
alluring soliloquy
fragrance of kerosene

Reminding him of her hips
Hot liquid coming from within
An urge to go deep in there
And push until blank is felt.

It was a cold November morning
And I had gone out for a walk;
It was my first day in Corfu;

I was walking and smoking cigarettes,
In the narrow streets of the city;
There were no other people on the street,
As I had gone out
around 5 a.m., very early;

Whilst watching exterior of the shops
Of a sudden
I saw a woman,
Who was wearing
Exactly the same clothes as me!

She had high heels,
Black as me!
A long black dress,
A strawberry tattoo in her bare arms
And rose long and straight hair!

Just like me!
She was wearing the same costume.
As me!

Oh!
I put out my pistol.
And I shot her two times;
I killed her;

I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy
To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug
The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.

You have a friend really many – We all need/want them
I/We want to fill your days with joy and understanding
And sing in harmony
So we both/all feel so fine

We have our favorite stimulants
And our calming fluids
Stretch our legs and arms
Getting ready to hug each other

The universe is a ******* dope
Please hold on ~ to me

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my **** inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper...

The thought of your touch,
Like a satin scarf,
In the warm sunlight.
Then
I long for that loving look,
To shine on me
In the Daylight.
Right here
In my arms
Wrapped like bark
Around a tree.
What words can say
How the flowing curves
Permeate from eyes
Into my soul?
This view
Will
Have to do
Wooden bowl...
Colored glass...
Blank page...

I check the phone
You are not there
There is stillness for where it could have been a laughter
There is blank for where could have been your almond eyes

I miss you
And for a while
I hoped you missed me too.

Even though sad,
And off the edge.
My pain channeled.
My mind paused.
Became an irresistible muse.
Music of angels drove me.
I found myself with a rare elixir in my hand.
I was high on your words as dreamt of your kind touch.

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my **** inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

That shade of pleasure that was on his face was burning her up between her thighs she remembered the feeling of him inside the first time. She longed for it every time she met his eyes.

Collaboration with venividi_vicii

I write because I am!

I used to write in my room,
For a very long time.
No one else invited.
It was a lot of fun

It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.
But even when I’m alone
And feeling fine with it
I welcome many minutes
Thinking of your touch
And gentle loving words
And I don’t feel alone.
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

Time for me to grab my clothes and go
To my spot hell with no one
You judge me over and over
As if my lifestyle is bothering you
Yes I sleep with guys
What is your problem

Call me a ****
Or whatever
I live my own life
With the rays of light
I am blessed with all this scenery
And I will go on.

I miss you
But I will not let you ruin me again.

In twilight's breath, dark swallowing light
Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth
Echoes growing louder in council of secrets
No longer muffled whispers of raven flight
But Polly wants a ******* perched on a wooden throne
Yet feast on the bones
Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes
A body full of curves made for adventure
And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight

Like a butterfly
Hop on flowers
And feed on the nectar of flowers.

I am tired with the word what do you do for a living
A question whose answer will take you away from me
Because I am not productive enough
Yes I have not collected much stones recently
Like penguins do on an island
But they collect one or two just for fun
All you do is work, work
And yes you are the master of stones

Tomorrow you will be there
Another boring face
With the same attitude
Judging me why I have not collected
Much stones recently

I do the most boring job
On earth
And I am not changing my ways.

While I stretch
You frown
As i take a walk
You run
For what?
Where is it we are going?
There is nothing except for death
Waiting for us.

What will you say on your last day
What will you do with all those stones you gathered
Even dogs do not eat them
Don't you see the futility of existence
We are here to enjoy 2 hours
And then go back to where we came from.

Hermes, my son
We were taking a little walk today
Walking you lifted your head
Looked me straight in the eye
And smiled at me
I smiled back
That is how I want to see you
Smile forever.

I like to listen to my head
What does this carousel say
Spontaneously
I like to pen the silence
If it had not been written
It would be lost forever.

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good ***
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile
Oh smokey ***.