Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

A Trapped Enigma

The night is not dark

More blue and filled with errors

This is the twilight zone

A place for melancholy

And desire

Long gone memories returning

To the land of the dead

Fear and frozen fingers

Silence and mosquitos

Only the tiny creek

Provides some distracting noise

Listen, listen

Because you will not hear

Anything

Unless you are humble and patient

The forgotten gods is almost gone

Still present in the

White summer night

Sunday Misery Mystery

This is a truly

Bad day a time

For failure

And suffering

But…

I am enjoying the sun

Why waste time

On trying the illusion of success

When life is just outside the window

The Dots

Connecting and putting

All the dots together

Forming new patterns

Unknown but workable

For some time

Bringing back life

And connection to

Isolated mental villages

Building roads takes time

Building meaning even more so

One night

An evil angel came

To visit my house

Sent by God

I received him

As a friend and a brother

(As if angels ever could be brothers)

He told me

I am here to connect you

With whole wide world

In your head

One by one

The humans will come

And tell their story

Until you are dead

How could I say no

To the will of God

From that day on

This is my fate

Makings of the World

Do I believe

In making

The world

A better place?

No I don’t

This is not my world

Soon I will be gone

Other will come

They will make it worse

Soon they will be gone

And others will come

And maybe make this

World a “better place”

They will be gone too

And in the end

Good and bad

Will be gone beyond

Recognition

The Maze

When ones mind is restless

Wandering, meandering

Away

Quickly to unknown destinations

Into the past or present even the future

Late at night or early morning

When small things becomes big

And big things small

Know then that this too

Shall pass

And leave the mind to itself

The Fear

Being near any of your fears

Gives for a short moment

An enormous energy

Getting older makes time

Going faster because

You stop feeling as intensely

Confronting strong feelings