Naked Mind

​My first book ‘Naked Mind’ is now available via Amazon Kindle! 🙂
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The far more aesthetic paperbacks will be made available in a few months!
Seven years of writing, four years of taking it seriously and trying finish the book, one year of losing all hope and giving up on it only to be led back into writing two years ago by a good friend of mine. The path has been long.
This book is dedicated to a mentor, a close friend and a rock ‘n roll elder brother figure of mine who ceased to be one among the living four years ago. How I wish I could’ve taken the time to notice what he was going through and help him out of his misery instead of being too power-drunk with the local fame I was gaining as a musician at the time. Having noticed that something was amiss all too late, there’s not a single day that goes by where I wish I could turn back time and help him out of his addiction and change things. In one of our final conversations the young man told me that my mind had the potential to change the way people perceived everything around them, said I had a mind capable of changing the world for the better through my music and writing.
This book is also dedicated to my late pup Leo who was taken away from us all too soon in a freak accident. Those harrowing years would have been tough to bear without his presence.
Having finished my first book now, it’s time to start working on my first album as a solo guitarist through Bright. A release for a single has been planned out, following which the shooting for my first official music video will commence. No rest for the living! After all, there once lived a soul who believed that I could change the world. I can rest when I’m dead! Thank you for your time!Have a great day! 🙂
“I have drunk the yearning,

Swallowed the flame in full,

And now I will bend the skies to my will.
Two eternities can never be so far apart,

That I could not bridge them together” – Revelation, Niilo Sevänen

Upon My Shoulders

I dream of ghosts

Long dead and gone

Souls released

Into death forlorn

I hear voices

Whispering of a mystery

Unseen and lifeless

From my life’s unsung history

Spirits of the past bright

Fly above me all the time

Making me write

Sad songs with a melancholic rhyme

They ask me to sway

This way and that

Forget your pain

And embrace Death

A life less lived

Trapped in a cage of guilt

A lifeless one lived

Upon a throne of shame built

Surrender to us

These distant voices say

Be with us in peace

And in silence hold sway

At Long Last…A Way Out

​Dated – Feb 18th 2017
When we experience things and grow up,

And have had our fill from Life’s cup
At long last we are offered a way out,

An infinite one-way road without a doubt
Some of us who are tired choose the way out earlier,

Without giving second chances to make things clearer
And what is the importance of second chances?

I believe it’s a peek into Existence’s smaller nuances
Small things become important as we reach our final destination,

All the things that we worked for, a verdict for our final reputation
In the end some might ask – “Do we even matter?”

“Yes” – Say the one’s who’ve never dared to falter
Living in fear of what our way out might be like,

Only makes our present suffer, skewered on a spike
What fears lay within us all on this quest called Life?

What trials must we go through to cease our inner strife?
And what if existence were to be forever?

Would we still drown ourselves in greedy endeavours?
A way out from this perceptive plane,

Is what some amongst us would call a bane
A way out from this mundane plane,

Is what some would call a non-negotiable gain
As true and sure as the chronicle of Time,

We grew accustomed to ignore our World’s Rhyme
We are scared, curbing our will to live fully,

Instead we dwell deliriously in each other’s folly
A second thought about our ephemeral existence,

Should continue to imbue us with Hope and Persistence
Our curiosity for the After-life results in a rift between us,

Causing conflict tearing the world apart for the children amongst us
Do you ever wonder why we find it so hard,

To enjoy the Song of One from a truthful Bard?
Shouldn’t the truth about our short time here,

Teach us to live as one and together persevere?
At long last, for a moment we seem to have found our way out,

In Death, the only destiny all of us share without a doubt

Fateless

​An innocent child

Corrupted

At such a tender age

An innocent babe

Caught

In the throes of duality

Innocence is lost

In the spirit of

The chase

Infants bleed

Hung upside down

Punished for their curiosity

Wailing

In the distance

A once monotone voice

Now responds

Touched by the hand of sanity

A divinity lost in insanity

Vibrant minds

Within us all

Ancient memories

Relive these lives

Mind’s they scream

Intertwining in ecstasy

On the helm of

A black Raven’s claws
Which once tore at their minds

Innocent souls

Once Corrupted

Still persevere

Still exist

But over-judged

And misunderstood

Loop Of Insanity

​As I fall deeper into the depths of my mind,

I find there is a lapse in all things kind

Free spirit is what you think you are,

But you are bound by the clock that keeps the hour

Always forced to pursue vacant happiness,

Forced to conform with this society’s madness

No,this is not the way I want to be,

I would rather die than in your world be free,

For you see,there is nothing but pain and misery,

In my mind,where the demons of the past run free

Lost within and stuck inside this loop of insanity,

I wont be force fed your version of clarity,

I will find my way through this psychotic reality,

And fly away free from the pull of your complacent gravity

I refuse to be a part of your lack of understanding,

I refuse to contribute to the lies that led to my maddening,

I will travel beyond and find the truth though it is saddening,

I would rather die than succumb to your system’s demanding

I’m caught in this loop of insanity,

Searching for a vision with no clarity,

Unsuccumbing to society’s lucid conformity,

I will find my way through your mundane reality

Far above and beyond,but within,

In a pale land without honour or sin,

Insanity to me is as close as blood-kin,

A freind against whom I cannot fathom to win

Far away from your world of fantasy,

I’m caught in this loop of insanity,

Coming to grip with this world’s reality,

Always searching for a vision with no clarity

No words

​I had a weird dream today. So weird. It was just me and another person. We were in some fancy apartment. I don’t know whose because I’ve never seen it before myself. So I was sitting on the sofa and the person was on the balcony. We did not speak a single word with each other. But we just stared into each others eyes without saying a word. We exchanged thoughts and experiences like this for what seemed like an eternity. The persons eyes started to swell up with tears when I exposed my emotions. I could only look and do nothing. Both of us just stared into each others eyes the whole time. No words were ever spoken. 

Am I Pain?

Is the person Death?

Am I painfully ascending?

Or am I painlessly descending?

Am I flying?

Or am I falling?

The Voice Inside

​The voice inside your head,

Let’s you be

The voice inside your head,

Commands you to see

The voice inside your head let’s you be,

More than anything around that you see

The voice inside chokes,coughs and dies,

And your soul becomes naked to all the lies

The voice inside used to perceive,

All the truth there is to receive

Hear the voice inside my friend,

And meet with Death, your end

Sometimes

Sometimes I wake up,

Caught in the delusions of a distant dream

Sometimes I wake up ,

Trying to comprehend why I scream

Other times I am asleep,

Conversing with my dear friend’s Pain and Death

Other times I am asleep,

Choking on my past and gasping for a hopeful breath

Sometimes I wake up,

And look at my vacant face in the mirror

Sometimes I wake up,

And wear a mask to hide my grief and horror

Other times I am asleep,

Looking at this painful life in endless wonder

Other times I am asleep,

Thinking –  Just what was it that tore this life asunder?

Sometimes I wake up,

And I find myself searching for a cure

Sometimes I wake up,

Trying to heal the pain inside and avoid Death’s allure

Other times I am asleep,

Hoping that this would morph into an Endless Sleep

Other times I am asleep,

Both Void and Devoid in Death’s fabled sacred keep

Sometimes I wake up,

Thinking – I should accuse you for my Soul’s theft

Sometimes I wake up,

Crying – Just why was it that you left?