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27 Apr

I Am

I Am 

 

Ari Alsio

 

Ari Alsio was born in Hyvinkää, Southern Finland, on 12th June, 1956. Post his life as an entrepreneur in the construction business, Alsio has turned a free lord and writes poems for fun. His interests include, but are not limited to, dogs, oil painting, poetry and water colour. He has written palindromes and poems in the Kalevala meter ( a loose trochaic tetrameter used in the Finnish national epic Kalevala). Currently, he blogs in Uusi Suomi, a Finnish online newspaper. “I am” pictures the poet at crossroads. It is a rider’s snapshot as he drives past the poet. The poet knows only too well that at the end of that journey, the rider will find him, may be only him.

 

The road forks, 

Ditch on the side of the yellow tree.

I'm sorry, I feel unwell, 

Can you leave me here?

I do not want to travel with you, 

Since your way leads to destruction.

 

Skipping a ship plants

Dusty leaves.

I fall to the ground, 

Finally, on feet.

Go miserable and have fun, 

All vanities away from me.

 

Two of the ways - right and wrong, 

How easy it is to go astray.

The right way is not the most easiest to follow, 

It is not the kings passed.

Oh, how could understand to turn, 

People now do not have to starve.

 

Two roads branch off from each other, 

Fleeing from one another.

The second is the truth, 

But the second is not even a lie.

Pure trash it is, 

pride, bravery, honor, riches.

 

Life is a zero-sum game, 

if you elect to glory, selects the same shame.

No glory without shame, 

not without pride subjugation, 

no wealth without poverty, 

not the mighty men without corpses.

 

Two roads branch off from each other, 

right and wrong.

Two of view different from each other, 

reasonable and legal.

Two roads asunder zoom out, 

ditch on the side of yellow on the tree. 

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