Category Archives: For a friend

Elephunts

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I am wrong
you are wrong
life is nothing but a sadly played love song,
embracing fears on snowy nights
hot tea and spicy pumpkin coffee latte
and letters in the mailbox with handwritten thoughtful doves,
poetry when in despair
a good little song to take it well,
I am not perfect
you are also far
but the highs are in the stars
and there is ice-cream in the storm
purple rivers sailing north
turning warm the very cold
snow fights justifying being close
going up on slippery slopes
I was dreaming
and dreaming were you,
me imagining you while imagining me,
I am but a fool
and so are you
drowning in the sea good memories,
remember when asked me twice
if you held me someday really tight
who may tell in the awful bright
is this the morning or the deepest of nights?

P.S. Happy New Year! …and no regrets

Armistice (II)

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Sixty years it took for glory
walked past and jumped the queue
like craving sold by drugsters
love burns but you never do…

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coffee no sugar and Billie Holiday for this cold little heart
“when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you…”
baked pumpkin from last night and salty seeds,
I wander still
will you sing Hallelujah?
or let my wishing lean…

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“On The Road” today
ran from Denver east back home,
the story tells

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Happy anniversary!
(…)
N.B. Don’t forget, the cake

Breaking Alice

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Alice has filed for divorce
she doesn’t need an ass she wants a real horse
to pull the lever every time she comes
one big fellow to hold her real close
with a big heart made of steel
that her troubled mind couldn’t hurt couldn’t spill…

Alice, she is never getting tired
you have minutes, she has all the many hours
asking you to follow, does she ever come?
showing you the door, does she ever run?,
her blood is restless, so is her soul
Alice dearest is never getting old….

Alice darling walks on the line
with high heels reaching the top of her thighs
seeking fortune under falling skies
looking for another kind of guy
to dance in the puddle late at night
one wild stud to whisper with brown eyes…

Alice, she…

Alice writing back home
is sharing sorrows with the Christian old folks
the letters are wishing only the best
but at night she still could not rest
her mind was elsewhere to say the least
had it coming since she was a little happy kid…

Alice, she…

Alice darling got me on a hook
lost once she gave me that dirty funny look
first time I kissed her it was a rut
being slow was all it ever took
she started questing for the Holy Grail
even when she learned it was just a fairy tale…

Alice, she…

And now Alice wants to break
all pages that we wrote in the book of James
the prophecy was not intended for us
something was off but neither did ask
doubts where there form day one
but what if you had the choice to love anyone…



The soldier

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Soldier by Camilla Vuorenmaa

“Officer I am dying” said the soldier to the nun
in the sunset of his fire they would walk up to the dawn
but his legs are lost in linger
and they’ve built up wheels to run
trains will push them forward piercing tears in the calm…

Keep your wits while thunder’s howling to the storm
our heavy hearts get even only with the rains that fall,
there is time for a confession
just before the nails go through
the darkness rises and so does the brightest star in you…

The fighting never ended and torments his soul
and every step is a battle for a soldier that repents
his epaulets show glory
but the eyes have bled
the night is heavy but hours never cease to pass…

Your pension got you waiting in a motel by the highway
where each stranger checking in departed as a friend
but passion molds on torture
and fortune gains in cold
the gods might answer if willingly you make that call…