Broken Mind

Working with difficult matters

I lost my strength

Trying to lift heavy things

With a broken arm

But a life without love

Is always hard to stand

That fills up my time and thoughts

There are no solutions,

No easy way out,

breaking up is hard

Staying is also hard,

Creating A Story

Writing is working, trying to put a text together

Finding ways to understand reality in a different

Way. Describing the indescribable, creating new

Unknown worlds for the readers to venture into.

You don’t have to be an expert, journalist or writer

To do that, you just have to try. If you can’t write it

Tell your story to the public by recording it on “tape”

Or Video. A story has traditionally had a start, introducing

The characters and environment, after establishing those

Things something has to happen, the tension builds up

Until the grand finale. The climax is then replaced by a tune down

A conclusion, the hero goes unharmed after killing 50 bandits with

A shot gun, saving the girl and selling the dragon to the highest bidder.

That is storytelling a la Hollywood and it has it’s obvious limitations.

But it’s a way to start working with storytelling.

Black Sunset

The night has its own black sun

Spreading its darkness at night

The antithesis of the real sun

Only small stars, a few planets

And the moon ignores it

Spreading their faded light

At night

Creating secret spots of black

Sunlight, Since no one has seen

The black sun it’s existence

Remains to proven

Only a dog or two know the truth

Howling desperately at night

To call our attention

Painkillers

When the pain

Becomes to great

To heavy to carry

When life run you down

When you are feeling

Like a clown

Then is time to look around

Find a place out of bounds

So you can heal

Before it’s to late

Reflection

Having to deal with reality

In one way or the other

Not so meaningful or hopeful

More grey and slow moving

Filled with fear, anger and

Frustration

It is all there, we have to

Deal with this

In our everyday life

Trying to steer away from the most

Obvious traps

Life moves on like a migrant bird

On its way from the desert to the tundra

All Of Us

Having a role to play

You move towards

The hill humbly

On your knees

Suffering is a sort of Christian branding

Part of the show

Without suffering no Christ

Without the cross no

Standing up from the dead

Only an odd man living long

Time ago

Hiding Away

Life includes hope and hatred

Strong feelings tearing you apart

Looked into my own mind

I try to avoid contacts with

Other humans as much

As I can

In order to work with the fragments

That once was the functioning me

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