{"id":212,"date":"2023-06-15T19:49:10","date_gmt":"2023-06-15T16:49:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lunariikonen.com\/?page_id=212"},"modified":"2025-10-24T14:55:53","modified_gmt":"2025-10-24T11:55:53","slug":"runot","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.lunariikonen.com\/en\/runot\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In Medias Res<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh bless the light of day when Persephone walks on the blooming Earth and laughs the flowers alive<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For I bless my daily food, thy lips, and prepare for breakfast<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Apollo takes his chariot and rides across the clearest sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we cherish this fleeting moment and seek for the pleasures of the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let Eros take my mind and sweet Agape bless my soul<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For thy god I pray; ravish me like a treacherous crusade<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How amorous is this splendid season<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when the night sky sends its stars to breed on Earth and build nests of shimmering gold to clothe its mortal creatures<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh my sweet summer child for how I dread for winter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when the sun has run out of her kisses and golden threads of silk don\u2019t keep you warm no more<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the breathing Earth stands still, quiet as the creeping ice and the light of day is stolen by rapacious night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Will thy love still keep me warm when the grief of Demeter has fallen over the fields where we used to chase each other’s lips under the gaze of playful Artemis<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Naked as the nymphs who dance in the aestival moonlight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For now we gaze upon the splendid sea, the breath of Notos in our hair as we ride upon the waves by the bridge of Venus unknowing of the darkness below<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sigh most ardently and mournfully let the seasons flow<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Amor Meus Aeternus<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To love your soul fully <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that no cage can capture, nor human form endure <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will always recognise you by the brush of your lingering shadow <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When stars fall with burning wings over the sea of tranquility <\/p>\n\n\n\n

we can trace the scalds on our boiling bodies to build our own map of inferno <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Facing you without a trace of remorse <\/p>\n\n\n\n

will wake my body from its shallow grave <\/p>\n\n\n\n

just to meet you at the Pearly Gates once more <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and hear our marriage of charred hearts denounced <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shall let my serpentine vines wind around your blooming branches on our way to Hades <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and even in the haze of oblivion <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Liberated by inosculation, we can find the path into Elysium <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Corpus Delicti<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The armies of the innocent march upon this hallowed ground <\/p>\n\n\n\n

like crickets feeding on the fertile crop underfoot <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The snakes that crawl out of the mouths of angels of glory <\/p>\n\n\n\n

always find a hearty soul to devour <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I envy the subtle serpent that resides inside your tender heart <\/p>\n\n\n\n

for it rests on the most luxurious of cushions and drinks the ambrosia that is your vital blood <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me the bitter kiss of Judas <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and cut my hair like Delilah <\/p>\n\n\n\n

for my redemption lies on your volatile soul <\/p>\n\n\n\n

ready to catch fire <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me poison from the vines of Sodom <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to wet my cracked lips as I speak <\/p>\n\n\n\n

for as a lawyer has reason, I speak the truth <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and as a thief has riches, I have love in my heart <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The journey to court of Solomon is paid with coins taken from the eyes of the dead <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only an affliction called resurrection <\/p>\n\n\n\n

can set these bodies free <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ante Meridiem <\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Angel feathers on the floor <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rumpled bed, two sheets to the wind <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Break of dawn, and light <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Apollonian<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come morning light <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and wash away my tormenting sleep <\/p>\n\n\n\n

bring me the promising tomorrow <\/p>\n\n\n\n

where all the undone accomplishments lie <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Use me as a marionette of morn <\/p>\n\n\n\n

when you breathe life into the waking world <\/p>\n\n\n\n

chase away the lingering shadows <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that lurk in the darkest of corners <\/p>\n\n\n\n

whispering words of poisoned wisdom into the ears of the damned <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Show me the beauty in the rays of the sun <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that hides in the open <\/p>\n\n\n\n

let the radiance of daybreak light my way over the moors of my irritated soul <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is peace to be found in the lack of darkness <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now the stars are gone <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I\u2019m lost at sea <\/p>\n\n\n\n

there is no night sky to guide me towards my purpose <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the searing sun burns my naked skin <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my drying mouth begs for rain to open up the clear skies of this barren cocktail hour <\/p>\n\n\n\n

come dusk and twilight <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and bring back my cursed dream <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and in my delirium I will cherish the memory <\/p>\n\n\n\n

of the light that once gently blinded my eyes  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and showed me a world without The Delicious Sin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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La Petite Mort<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mine appetite for thee is insatiable <\/p>\n\n\n\n

the sweet corruption of flesh <\/p>\n\n\n\n

a small death, rapture of a loving soul <\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the power to turn anger into love is worthy of worship <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and thus I lay the touch of eros upon thy frame <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And softly, thine heart beloved  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

calls for me;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

come hither, my god to thee <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Forbitten Fruit<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Speak to me about the everlasting consumption that eats the lovers on this earth alive <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 you, a tree that bears the fruits of right and wrong <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 cast your shadow over the heavenly meadows <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shall bite into that honey-covered fruit <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that your branches have brought upon me <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the ambrosial taste shall bring the lust alive in mine eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

on this eager tongue you can taste an eternal love <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that was bought with the price of my immortal soul <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As you have thus sullied my earthly body <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shall gift you the beating heart from my chest <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to paint your lips the colour of freshly poured blood <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 as you bring that mouth near to taste this mortal flesh with a calculated kiss <\/p>\n\n\n\n

with thine flaming appetite, wanting <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me thy love devouring <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I shall feed it with all my parts <\/p>\n\n\n\n

my mortal body is yours to take <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the music of my soul shall follow your desires into the darkest of nights <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My corporation, weak beneath thy gaze <\/p>\n\n\n\n

finds its salvation in your embrace <\/p>\n\n\n

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An Affair Between Heaven And Hell<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What is infernal love compared with ethereal hate <\/p>\n\n\n\n

give me thy heavenly rage <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I will gift you sacrilegious devotion <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 as a sacrament to our souls combined <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give thee me thy enchantment devouring <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and receive mine wicked smile <\/p>\n\n\n\n

for I shall drink thine kisses like ambrosia d\u2019ivresse <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and thus the lascivious light in mine eyes shall follow thee into the darkest nightfall <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those doomed men, who are arranged as libraries of misinformation in the ever-raging inferno <\/p>\n\n\n\n

have nothing to speak against our affirmation <\/p>\n\n\n\n

for our sacred love defies the definitions of sin and virtue <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and our bliss is only comparable to the flash of light <\/p>\n\n\n\n

that grew behind the eyes of burning Lucifer <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he fell from the grace of God <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to the broiling pools of sulfur cursed for evermore <\/p>\n\n\n\n

this argal, had birthed the damned <\/p>\n\n\n

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Get Thee Behind Me, Satan<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Get thee behind me, Satan <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

for I don\u2019t kneel in front of faces of occult or ethereal <\/p>\n\n\n\n

as my soul is first made damned last made sweet <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my face turns into despicable smile <\/p>\n\n\n\n

as I walk behind the steps of Dante <\/p>\n\n\n\n

searching for little delights among infernal landscapes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Get thee behind me, Satan <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

for you have already shown me the wonders of the world <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and left me unimpressed <\/p>\n\n\n\n

there is no knowledge more serene than the realization of our charged innocence <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Get thee behind me, Satan <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

for I have made my way out of your realm <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and as I walk free I revel in the awareness of clear air around me <\/p>\n\n\n\n

the smell of further adventures intoxicating as it hits my brain <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I\u2019m ready to embrace eternity as it enfolds me in the veil of sweet release <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stand in front of me, Satan <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

for this is the end of our journey <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and in a form of a kiss goodbye <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I bless your saturated mouth of debonair temptations <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Immersion<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Find this bad blood in need of filtering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Red paints over the colour black so vivaciously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For I have tasted, found and created \u2013 wherever the Heavens have called me, I have succumbed. In this knowledge, I revel in my crime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paradise, almost lost from memory, waits for the sinner who repents. Salvation is the most sold option in our marketplaces of mundane horror and tranquility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My fault is my own (my own). Craving is a deadly sin, but how I adorn it! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Find me in a place of solitude, where I have gathered my plentiful truths, capricious reasons. Pray for remission, I have found my glory. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thick is the mud beneath these feet, behind the mist, no certainty of amber flames of rising sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mind is a gilded cage of lucid dreaming. Sanctuary of souls divided. Here lies the gospel of the dutiful corpses risen, this shared neurosis. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Immerse, then disappear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone has their poison.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Whim and Shadow<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whispers through beaten ears
A lucid dream
Hallusinogenic feeling of emptiness
Wallowing, searching<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fascination, a guiding force
Aftermath of joy, repercussions of deranged innocence
Destructive force of habits absorbed, finding meaning
For evermore<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An altar piece for your guilty soul
A guiding light, leading towards the unknown
A false melody turns your head
Oh, there is a new love! And again!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Promenades under searing sun
The heat, fire in those eyes
Calming contemplation, the icy linings of human heart
Soothes me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hate for this fleeting disarray, a map of alienation
Yet, the radiance in this glow
Whim and shadow
Inspires me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Build me a reverie from your melancholic dream of changing seasons
Which I adorn<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Apokalypsi <\/strong>(ote lukion kuvataidediplomista, 2014) <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kiinte\u00e4\u00e4 materiaa usvasta rakennettua, saavuttanut maallisen muodon ihmisen toimesta<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kuten ihminen aikojen alussa loi Jumalan, on se my\u00f6s itse kirjoittanut el\u00e4m\u00e4nkaarensa<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ympyr\u00e4 sulkeutumassa, muste loppumassa, hauta valmiiksi kaivettuna<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hauraaseen papyrukseen, savilaattoihin, dataprosessoreihin rajoittui t\u00e4m\u00e4n lajin mielikuvitus<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Korjausprosessi mahdoton<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tarinaa loppuun viev\u00e4 k\u00e4si iholtaan kuulas, sienen valtaamat kynnet puristavat viimeist\u00e4 sulkakyn\u00e4\u00e4 t\u00e4risten<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaihin lannistamien silmien n\u00e4k\u00f6kyky olematon, hauras iho puhkoutuu jo viimeisten rahisevien henk\u00e4ysten ilmavirrasta<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mutta etuk\u00e4teen ohjelmoitu prosessi etenee v\u00e4\u00e4j\u00e4\u00e4m\u00e4tt\u00e4, veritahroista huolimatta<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inhimillisten aistien ulottumattomissa<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ja sivuja v\u00e4ritt\u00e4v\u00e4t loppuunpalaneiden yksil\u00f6iden viimeiset haavekuvat<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Haavekuvat, jotka v\u00e4\u00e4j\u00e4\u00e4m\u00e4tt\u00f6m\u00e4n lopun partaalla ovat tavallista kirkkaampia<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Koska viimein se ymm\u00e4rryksens\u00e4 turruttanut ihmislaji siirsi syrj\u00e4\u00e4n usvaverho<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ja viimeiseksi teokseen n\u00e4ki<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ensimm\u00e4isen ja viimeisen kerran koko elinkaarensa aikana<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Siit\u00e4kin j\u00e4ljell\u00e4 en\u00e4\u00e4 t\u00e4htip\u00f6ly\u00e4<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mutta se pienen hetken ymm\u00e4rrys riitti mullistamaan lajin kehityshistorian sen viimeisill\u00e4 sekunneilla<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Harmi vain, ettei kukaan ollut paikalla sit\u00e4 n\u00e4kem\u00e4ss\u00e4<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mustavalkoisen maailman valtakausi on ohi<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On lapsi tarttunut v\u00e4rityskirjaan ja t\u00e4ytt\u00e4nyt sivut absurdilla maailmankatsomuksellaan<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nyt spektrill\u00e4 valaistulla estradilla<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Klovnit juoksevat etsim\u00e4ss\u00e4 luvattua aarretta<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eiv\u00e4tk\u00e4 sateenkaaren t\u00e4ytt\u00e4m\u00e4t silm\u00e4kuopat en\u00e4\u00e4 kaipaa silmi\u00e4\u00e4n<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mit\u00e4 kaikkea me n\u00e4emmek\u00e4\u00e4n!<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Valon tanssi luo v\u00e4reist\u00e4mme koreografian<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jota noudattamalla saavutamme melankolialla h\u00f6ystetyn nirvanan<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Varokaa, sill\u00e4 yksikin virheaskel voi tuoda takaisin mustavalkoisen maailman<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sen irvikuvan, jota emme halua muistaa<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mutta \u00e4lk\u00e4\u00e4 pyyhkik\u00f6 pois kyyneleit\u00e4<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sill\u00e4 ilman vesipisaroita emme n\u00e4e sateenkaarta<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00e4rityskirjan sivut on edelleen helppo mit\u00e4t\u00f6id\u00e4<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joten nauttikaa niin kauan, kun voitte, sill\u00e4 hurmoksenne mahdollistaa jonkun toisen alati virtaavat kyyneleet<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mik\u00e4 onkaan el\u00e4m\u00e4n tarkoitus?<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Siihen kysymykseen l\u00f6ysimme vastaukseksi el\u00e4m\u00e4n, jonka kaltaista emme tienneet olevankaan <\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mutta t\u00e4m\u00e4n v\u00e4itteen todellisuus lep\u00e4\u00e4 ihmisk\u00e4sin valmistetulla paperilla, jonka pintaan pakotetun v\u00e4rin pysyvyys ei ole edes siihen verrattavissa<\/em> <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\nIn Medias Res Oh bless the light of day when Persephone walks on the blooming Earth and laughs the flowers…\n<\/div>\n
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