Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

Spring

The honest and unselfish

will lose out in this world

Just like the certainty that

Sunny days in spring

Will be replaced by

Cold nights

There is no hope for change

Only time will erode

The fundamentals down

To dust

I cannot solve it

Just being there

Creating no drama

Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching

Illusions

All those options

That are just illusions

Have no energy for things

That drain you dry

And makes your action

Dirty

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,

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