Arguing

The art of communicating

Is a very difficult task

A process that never ends

The direction is almost

Always uncertain

The outcome often abysmal

But we keep on trying

Hoping that if we are loud

Or have good arguments we

Will eventually get through

But what if it doesn’t matter

What do we say then?

On Time

Times move on and on

No stop will ever come

Just a precaution presence

Of the dead

When we pass away

Suddenly like

An unpleasant surprise

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

El Camino

It is a long

Journey to home

Some of us might

Never reach there

But it is when we are

Trying that things

Become meaningful

Still without love

Home is no home

Even if it would be

Neighbor to Paradise

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored

Downsizing

Stepping down

From the position

Good life and money

Needed

The same old story

Repeated again and again

We start out rather well

But the waves takes the beach

Soon the land and safety is gone

Only water remains

Were there once stood a city

Land is hard to keep

When the sea is at work

Long will it be remembered

In legends and fairy tails

The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen