Person on indefinite hiatus

Lately I haven’t been too active with this poetry blog, because of multiple reasons. I’ve been concentrating on other things, because I have no will to write at all. I know the words are there, but I don’t feel like it’s in any way appropriate to express personal feelings to others. I feel like a complete tramp and a whore because I’ve been writing poetry.

I don’t know what happened, but I suspect that the reason lies within the heart of humanity. I am truly disgusted and I cannot hide behind any kind of satire anymore. 

I recall a conversation with a person known as an active local poet. He told me that when I recite my poetry I have an act of an angry young man. He was speaking to me in Finnish, so I didn’t quite understand at first everything he was saying, so I had to ask a friend to translate some words that I didn’t understand and it turned out he was calling me a fake.

I don’t think he quite understands where my writing stems from, as I like to write about things that frighten me or about things that make me feel sick to my stomach. How else could I be more true to myself and the message I want to say to the world? I am no jackass.

This was just one case in a thousand and all these encounters with mankind has led me to believe that if sin exists, it’s to capitalize on art for the benefit of yourself or others. It may be a grim thought, but I think I may understand why despots killed off most artist types. It wasn’t because art holds a dangerous power of self-expression and free will. It was because most artists walk around enjoying the smell of their own farts.

Not that I hold such vehemence towards people who wish to pursue art as totalitarian asshats. I wholeheartedly hope that art thrives bringing insight, pleasure and new horizons to everyone. I just wish to do so without being associated with my work. I hope that if the work is agreeable then it would stand on its own or be forever shun.

Also I would like to point out that I do not hate people, I just don’t want to interact with them more than necessary.
I will concentrate my time on things that won’t make me wallow in depression.

I’ve had it with working my ass off for piss.


Imagine being stuck in a cold and terrible place, but later realizing that the real estate agent really gave you a good deal for it.

It’s been a year!

Over a year ago I woke up one morning and decided to start writing a blog and it feels like I’ve come a long way. I have been moderately active during the whole year and it’s been one exciting year.

I’ve learned a whole lot and had the chance to connect with some real cool folks over the internet. And I am thankful for all the people who bother visiting my site (even if it’s only once). A big thank you!

An even bigger thank you to those who actually bothered to comment on posts and share stuff off my blog, it means the whole world to me!

As my blog speeds off towards another year of “stuff”, I post three poems all written horribly for all of you to enjoy. I had a laugh with them, I hope you guys will as well. If you don’t you then your sense of humor and cultural intelligence could be lacking, but I could be wrong.

In the coming months, I will be very busy with all kinds of projects related to poetry and writing. Be prepared!

Your neighbor is an alien and you are following him in the social media

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The people with most followers on the microblogging site Twitter may be aliens. Experts on the subject of opinion and pop backlash have gathered on the internet to wonder on whether our planet is in danger of alien invasion after Justin Bieber’s amount of followers surpassed that of Lady Gaga. There is no danger of war of the worlds, rest assured.

There is no hope either.

The experts have come up with two theories after careful calculation within their intestines. Either the aliens will stay the hell off earth or then they have already infiltrated us and started to take over the world with a wave of strategic confusion starting with Marshall Mathers III. As earthlings we should hold our breath, so as to stunt our brain capacity in hopes of actually understanding what is going on.

With the rising popularity of the social media as a marketing tool, we have to be prepared for the consequences. We can imagine that, if the aliens are on earth already that they would market the hell out of themselves. And this is up to your interpretation, here is a quote I found with a quick Google search on Lady Gaga:

“I’m so honored for all the little monsters and self-professed freaks of the universe, to have more VMA nominations in a single year than any artist in MTV history,” Gaga says in a statement from MTV.

What does she mean with all the little monsters and self-professed freaks of the universe?

Stay safe.

Human Importance and Religion

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Existence 1 (Photo credit: Vincepal)

One of the main problems I see in religion is the utter self-importance of the believer when it comes to the teachings of the religion. One must always work to save themselves from the torture and sin that is life, by living according to the will of a god or the soul. Most religions, if not all, say that this life is a waste and thus glorify the release from this supposedly wretched existence which lies in death. It is preposterous to believe that this world is hopeless and full of sin, despite this world unarguably being full of something that could be described as evil, but the problem I see here comes when one surrenders their will to an almighty divine, spiritual purpose. As there is no hope then one must save themselves from this existence to prosper in the next one.

Are we or are we not important then as individuals of the human race? I would say we are, but not in the sense that there is some divine plan where we are meant to sing Kumbayah next to the almighty creator of existence. We are animals that have been gifted, by a series of accidents, a brain that is capable of surprising feats of knowledge and understanding. So I do not agree one bit with an ideology that would relinquish that gift to a menial purpose, like giving praise to a human sacrifice supposedly done a few thousand years ago.

I will go back to the issue of self-importance within religion and the paradox that it forces upon the person. As religions teach, humans are supposedly very spiritual beings that for whatever reason is stranded in the mortal plane. Therefore humans are of a higher consciousness within this material world and as such important in the eyes of the universe. In a sense given the freewill to make the wrong choices in a semi predetermined world. The truth is then supposedly placed right in front of us, so that we could not miss it. The truth being eternal slavery to the great unknown and that which is to come inevitably –be it death, nirvana, or the will of the almighty one. Our choices do not matter anymore and we are reduced to vermin who must do right according to the teachings, so that we could be redeemed to our deserved glory.

Even before I knew of evolution I always thought that humans were animals. This got me into a lot of trouble growing up and landed me a few undeserved detentions at school. The answer I received when I protested was the notion of humans being, exactly, something much higher from an animal, because of the will of God. I thought it was good to give a name to chance, humans thank their luck as much as they thank the lord.

Humans are subjective and most opinion can never be truly objective, so it is easy to accept a certain personal relationship with the mythical and become a humble champion of a cause. God is with us, always, and we love big brother for he looks after us and inspires us. I would like the idea of humans being lost to be discarded, because it is a very medieval concept that humans are powerless and lost in a bleak world where punishment only exists. When no knowledge of the world exists it is comforting to know that there is something out there that knows.

Now we have books and more information free to us everyday. Just like Louis Armstrong sang in What a Wonderful World, they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know. So it is high time to let go of myths. Humanity has reached that point where it can understand itself. There is no need for a kingdom of the lord, moksha, or spiritual enlightenment anymore. It should be understood that there is hope in this lifetime and its shortness should give it inherent value, so it is good to not waste it. Rather cherish it and cherish the lives of others that surround you. Seek knowledge and understanding rather than quick answers within dogmatics, for there is only outright cynicism within those ideologies and, what I would call, complete rejection of the value of nature, or existence.