Disruption

Our life’s are filled with control

Disruption are part of that control

Changing our behavior and thinking

Life tend to be even more controlled

Afterwards until there are so much

Control that freedom is the exception

That is a truly destructive illusion

Fitting our time and mind

The waves tell a different story

Chinese Roots

All things happens

All the time

In synchronizity

We are every age

At the very same time

All of the time

You better be in time

It is a long time since

That meeting in China

Took place

But every night

I am there talking

Negotiating prices and profits

Remembering

Who I was

In a life long time ago

The zone

Is here

A new chapter has begun

This is really fun

We are going to run

Matter and Spirit

Putting things together

Broken mirrors, bikes, a life

Mending them with glue

Words and sometimes

The occasional welding

Everything can become healed

Or not

If the social bond

Is broken by fear and lies

Starting from nowhere again

The outcome is uncertain

Reproduction

Inside I am boiling being furious

Feeling reduced to rubble

To nothing

Even though I recognize the pattern

Nobody will ever change this

It is ingrained in my very being

To fail and being nobody

A cloak for something

Much more sinister

That goes beyond time

O messiah

Circular Lope

Midnight is a bad time

For reflection

It is late and the mind

Moves in circles

But in that chaos

There are only one

Thing sticking

Do not lose your self

Breakthrough

The morning breaks

With a violent scream

The silence left us

Together with our dreams

Scared and lost

To our everyday universe

Of work and deprivation

From our life sources

The material that materialize

Into us and our beds

Bad Times

I know

I have to fight

But

I have been fighting

My whole life

Every time things get worse

Only temporary victories

Starting Over

I feel the pain of being here

Trapped in my history

And fear of the future

What to do

Where to go

How to find motivation

Building a life from scratch

Midnight Poem

The turning point

Was not a turning point

Just a reason to move on

In the same direction

Restless and relentless

Trying to solve

The same problem

The same way as before

The Poem at midnight

Will not tell you that story

Again, sorry

My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me