Messed Up

Writing continuously

Throughout the night

Throughout the day

I have nothing to say

We are here

Life is so good

Life is so bad

We just run through life

Repeating our ancestors

Mistakes and indisescretion

Prayer

Whatever I do

Will go wrong

Whatever I go

Whenever

Forever

Nevertheless

Never mind

It was just one

Of many illusions

Calamity Lessons

What are the insights

Learned from this calamity?

The old wretched man asked in the

Soft afternoon light

I watched his wrinkled face

And gave him a nervous smile

“There is nothing to be learned”, he said

“We will always repeat ourselves

Like a perpetual cascading failure machine

This is the purpose of our life on this earth

Repeating others mistake and multiply them

Until the world ends and it is time for the

Universal breakfast to take place“

A Tail of Many Dimensions

Telling the wrong story

But in the right way

Changing the intention

A new path is created

Out of the ashes of the old one

Living in a small room

That open up inside itself

For another journey

Life is short and the moment

Catches on creating an

Illusion of eternity

Life is Fear

Fear is a strange thing

Part biology, part psychology

Controlling our life

Making us change sidewalks

Now and then

All our actions is controlled by fear

Conundrum

Time will tell

But what is time

When is it time

What to bring

If anything

Time will tell

But whom tell time?

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

Gone and So On

Lost the meaning of living

The meaning of being alive

Ending the story

Here and now

Moving memories around

In the dark

An angel never came

Being busy somewhere

Else

Heraclitus

Realizing that change

Is inevitable

No return

Pain is the name

Of that game

Shame and fear

All the things are

Connected

Still isolated