Visits to the old school of living
There is no meaning any more
To use the old school
They have corrupted
Their credibility
And again not knowing
Not questioning their belief
Made them fail
And fall
At night
I am playing the foul
So I can stay cool
No mind, mindlessness
Is better than mindfulness
Eternal stars visit me
At night
Repeating old stories
As long I stay awake
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The Truth?
When is the truth important?
Truth will not make us happy
Truth will make us free
Free to make choices
Based on correct fact
But only in one dimension
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The odd boy
I feel your pain
Through the centuries
I could have been me
The naked child left on balcony
Left to die
Forgotten but remembered
Still with me
In my dreams
At night
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My Family
They will tell you that you are sick
Aggressive, crazy not to be trusted
They send you to the doctor
The family making their projection on the boy
Something is wrong with him
And the world out there is so dangerous
Let´s keep him calm
You are wrong, amphetamine will make you a good boy
You are bad because you are a boy
We despise you for what you are
We will make you sick
And that is good
We do not take any care
We do not want to see
We are blind, pretending
We reward everyone that pretends
We hate and smile
When we kill you
It will be for your own best
And we will mourn
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Growing up
I grow up fearing everyone
My father did see my mother and her family inside me
Sometimes beating me, sometimes telling how wrong and clumsy I was
My mother hated all male on earth
My grandmother thought everyone around her
Took part in a great conspiracy organized by her doctor
I tested her on his order of course
My so called friends in school laughed at me
I had to hide
Nothing that was me was ok
I learned to smile and pretend
Do not say wrong things
Do not attract attention
Stay out, keep the distance
Or take part in their game
That summer I learned every nations flag in the world
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Why?
Why is my life so filled with struggles?
What did I do wrong?
Who and why and when and what
The answers does not matter
Only the fact on the ground
And watching the plants grow
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Wanderer
Freezing in the sun
Finally the spring is here
But the mind and heart still lives in the winter
It feels like the road is leading me the wrong way
But all roads in life eventually has the same end
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Three strings
Drowning slowly in my own waist
I went to look for God
But he could not be found
So I went back to the city again
Trying to play the fiddle with only
Three strings
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Rare flowers of dawn
The sun is still here.
Under the surface of the earth
I collect energy by alienation
Running through the woods
Screaming
