Ad Vulto : 2015

Monday, October 5, 2015

For an artist

The time has arrived
To call things
For what they are

A creator you are
With colorful play
Tale spinning with form

While we see
Your smile
Reflected in your art

Ruler of your own world
Fantasy and dream
A god of the arts

While we see
Your art
Reflected in your smile

Sunday, October 4, 2015

THE WARRIOR

Never ever

Is there a way back
From where you came
The Warrior

Master at the arms
With these eyes
At the horizon
The Warrior

Suffering them
Slungs and arrows
He's a real man
The Warrior

Never heard
When she is
On her feet
The Warrior

With eagle's eyes
She is
And so is he
The Warrior

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The Impressionist

The Impressionist
Observes
And reflects
Light
The way
A camera would
Except
The Impressionist
Was
The first one
To express
His impressions
And always will be

THE DANCER

You are in the center
Of my dreams
A kynetic whirlwind
With total peacefulness
At the heart

Green Flamengo

(Title by a friend)

No one knows
Yet
Except for one

No one has seen
Yet
Except for one

The Green Flamengo

Except
The only time
I ever saw
A green flamengo
Was
On the cover
Of the first album
Of Christopher Cross

Art

(Title by a friend)

I
Understand
Your
Aesthetics

You
Make
Art
Out
Of
Living

Life
Understands
Through
Art

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Heinavesi

I wrote the following on request while I stayed in Finland in June 2015.

Part of the evening was a Sibelius concert celebrating Midsummer.

One of the invited speakers read my poem.

(Heinävesi is the place where this event was held; a koivu tree is a birch tree))

Heinävesi, Heinävesi
Come and see
There is a pike in the koivu tree
Heinävesi, Heinävesi
Don´t you know
This is the place where water flows
Where children dance over stones
Where water flows where it goes
Once water was high
Land was low
Spirit was high
Spirit went low
Heinävesi, don´t you know
When the stop is taken out
The water flows
Then salmon dance
And visitors glance
Magic grows
Just as water flows
So once again
Heinävesi, Heinävesi
Come and see
There is a salmon dancing
In the koivu tree

Sunday, June 14, 2015

The Actor

How would I know
The equivalent
Of emerging danger
When relocated
In the shoes
Of another being

Study of its character
My friend, its relentless
Desire to know
The very heart of the unknown

To behold without any fear
The depths of the desires
Which drove him
To this point of no return

I do dare to relive
This unmistakable quest
To phantom life
But where to start

Where new life begins
On the stage of glory
Is at the cherished moment
Where he lives the life
Of the character
He plays

Friday, June 12, 2015

Nightingale

Your songs
Translate like this

What?!
No time to lose
With this waste
Called sleep

I come from a far away land
Every one has forgotten about
Remember!
It's right here
In my song

Life goes on
In this midsummer
Night's dream
I sing to the stars
And to you
My friend

An electrifying guitarist

An electrifying guitarist

Of all those illuminating stars

You're the one

Who is able to tell a story

Piece by piece

Blow by blow

Inspirations were

Buchanan, Les Paul

Bobby Cochran

All those gods

You're one of them now

No one really knows

How the hell

You make those sounds

Or where they come from

Every time anew

Not known as a household name

But cherished by the connaisseurs

You go under various names

But the one I know

Is Mr. Jeff Beck

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Monday, June 8, 2015

Let them go and move on

Let them go and move on

( Title by a friend)

It may sound
Like a straight forward line
But it may go like this

When there is
A game
That you started

And there are those
Who joined
But refuse
To play it
The way
You intended
To play it

Let them go
And move on

The Legend

We have all been
Once
Or twice
Probably more
A legend

The fact that
You aren't known
By the millions
Doesn't make one
Less a legend

Anne Frank
Was only known
By a few
When still alive

Being a legend
Is not a job
Or a degree
It's simply done
By being
Who one is
When one has become
A prodigy

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Skin

It's the wrapping of within

The colour of your skin

Friends of mine dance

The African way

Others are Scandinavian

And my heart remembers

Buddha woman, Asian skin

They have all a story

Wrapped within

By their own

Personal skin

Monday, June 1, 2015

Bright Future

In the darkest of night

There is a truth

That darkness can not hide

For all darkness is

Is artificial blacking

That it can not keep up

For we are

Beings with a bright future

Because that future

Is made out of truth

As we are

And therefore is

Bright after all

Never Back Down

Never back down

The gentlest of people

The friendliest of them

The ones that show understanding

And who do not necessarily

Have to show others

They are of the toughest kind

Are the ones that never back down

For anything or anyone

They are their own ruler

And are not ruled

As slaves

Because they never agreed

And never backed down

Except for their own true self

Love

Love. ...

If you read
Backwards
The very word
Love

You get
Evol ution

Once you read
Backwards
Lover
There is revol ution

When the last letter
Is forgotten
You did it
On your own
Vol ition

But all kidding aside
Let there be
Love
As Nat King Cole taught
Sing it as a song
Gets you go
Right along

It's a beautiful life

It's a beautiful life!

What we need

Is a world

Where

Once a child

Enters into it

It can make the decision

More sooner the better

That

It's a beautiful life!

The guts to never give up

The Guts to Never Give Up

When the payment did not come in

When someone tells you it's no good

When you just started and

The first problem seems to take you away

Rain comes down and your umbrella is home

When all that the newspapers say

It's no use anyway

But you believe in what you do

All what is needed is

From where we all sit or stand

The guts to never give up

My wife is Eva

My wife is Eva

( title by Tibor Bekefi )

My wife is Eva

The sister of Sheeva

Cousin of Cleopatra

And queen of her own kingdom

I am your Adam

I create you

You create me

In the garden of our own

The playfield of life

Eve is my wife

A new beginning

A New Beginning

When a baby gets born

A new beginning

When a job is done

A new beginning

With the last breath

A new beginning

No end without

A new beginning

Life contains

A new beginning

Morning's dawn

A new beginning

No new beginning

Without something to end

Friday, April 10, 2015

Peanut butter sin

Peanut butter sin

I know it is a sin
My doctor told me so
It's no good
For this or that
To eat peanut butter
With honey
On my bread

So all that's left
Is to think about the crime
Of having peanut butter
And
Honey
On my mind

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Pitied men

Pitied men

I feel pity for only those
Who by their acts
Make the life
Of men
Far too miserable
And
At the same time
Do not know
That they not
Necessarily
Have to face up
For it
In front of God
But definitely
In front of their own eyes
And those of others
Would they desire
To go on living
At any other time

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Free!

Free !!

A few trillion years later
after some travel here
and some game there
things got a little involved
a little too much
to remember
that when it all was started
in this petty universe
called "I owe you"
it was me or you
who agreed
of our own free will
to skip the idea for a while
that you are free
so do not challenge me
when I say
the joke was on us
because after all
one of those last moments
we thought
there was no end
to the end
but
we found
ourselves again
and
with a laugh and a sigh
the simplicity of you
in
"I am free!"

The Running Man - For Tom Cruise

The Running Man

See me go

A running man

Want to catch up

With time

Wonna be

The first one

To pass

The finish line

See me run

I am in a game

Not only with you

Also with time

The Running Man

No time to think

Watch me go!