Patience might be
A good thing
Or maybe just
An excuse for not
Taking action
On Patience
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
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Out
Getting out of my shell
But where to go
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Midday Darkness
Everything is darkness
In broad daylight
I am getting lost
Losing sight
Losing the path
Lost
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Language
The nightmare
Has many parts
But when the day
Turns bad too
We have to invent
A new language
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Finding out
Why is so difficult
To make decisions
To have clear ideas
To be grounded
Feel safe and secure
Find inner strength
To know and have the intention
To move on and when to do it
All that is left out
Only the dotted line remains
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Quagmire
The nightmare has just started
Looking for land
That will hold me
Carry me and my weight
Eventually this will happen
Not now but
Maybe in the next
Reincarnation
But being in the middle of it
I do not know if it is a nightmare
Or just the old quarry
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Punishment
Time might fly
I don’t
Resting on memory and luck
Still being alive after all that time
Without anything more than a blanket
And some black tea with the occasional
Potatoes. I did not choose this life
This life choose me
This life caught me
Now I have to live it
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Too Late
Sometimes it is
Just too late
There is no retake
Only a restart
From what you have
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I was walking home
But my home was gone
Long time ago
Just some gravel remained
And I felt the pain
The end was near
So I went into a room
And suddenly boom
It all returned
Like nature wanted me to learn a reason
To be and burn
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