May the Darkness of yester years
Be fertile ground for a shining
Tomorrow
May the Darkness of yester years
Be fertile ground for a shining
Tomorrow
Floating through space
It is black and wide
No stars only the black
Earth under me and
The black sky above
No perspective
We are deep under the surface
Traveling through the night
Like an enlighten beast
Soon we will see if
There ever is a day
Or eternal night
The world turns gray today
The bitter end of the year
No remorse just endorse
Accept it is all over now
A new bad world in the making
The rich and powerful are doing
The taking
Just plain power and stupidity
Will rule,
Money talks, life walks
Leaving the ashes of what could have been
Slowly killing us all
The money talks
While the children die
The restaurang serve
Champagne, to toast life away
The dictators roam
The ground like fat dinosaurs
Stealing and loathing our world
Only the stones will remember us
Frozen world
With so much
Frozen love
In hidden places
Were the heat still lingers
In the dusk of our world
Quickly evolving
Without any bounds
But still so frozen
In its view and ways
I write, therefore I am
Sometimes
Certain days are made for drama
Icy roads and cars breaking down
In the middle of the night
On the highway
Unexpected but planned
As a trap by the subconscious
Slowly driving home in a new car
As an old man
Less vise than before
The Memory is challenging
Taking new ways
Gaining new perspectives
Losing others
Pain avoidance and a childish urge
To not be embarrassing
Empty of compassion
Friday a good day
For fraud and getting
Drunk after work
I did neither
Just listening to the wind
And the children playing
Distant gunfire from the hill
Then the noise of silence
So many bullets
Flying away
Flying Avery
In every direction
Ricocheting on roofs, walls and trees
Losing the causality
Hitting people and things by misfortune
Lost cases, lost life’s
Empty eyes stirring out in the eternal darkness
Of afterlife
Frozen forests,
Snowy fields
A path non taken
Only by us
Into the hidden
Worlds of the past
Down the ages
A couple of hundred years
Farmers and herders
They like us did not live here
During the winter
We came here to remember
And honor our life in the summer
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