The Proposal

My life is silence

And an inner stormy sea

Different disasters

Forming my life

All the time

Keeping the feelings inside

I have difficult

To remember all of it

It is just a blur

But still I am here

Negotiating will not

Solve anything

Still I keep

Until the mist eliminate me

Pure Reason

Are we lost among

Our emotions

Trapped in thinking

Destructive thoughts

And then everything

Changes eventually

By being out of the clouds

Of bad relationships

Mental Earthquakes

The foundations are shaking

Everything is in the balance

A loss or a gain is a temporary thing

We have to keep on running

But when we stop

What will we do then?

Filled Up

I am a wessel

Nothing more or less

Filled with the garbage of our time

It’s hope, fantasies and illusions

I act upon what I understand

I bully myself upon the belief

That our unfortunate is

And that failure should

Be punished by death and misfortune

The religion of our times