The hated house

Every day is the same

People walking by outside

Not taking notice of the hated house

The owner want it gone, but the city

wants it to stay since it been that way

For more than hundred years

So they fight about the might

Year after year

The owner closed shop after shop

Never taking care about the life that is here

The house strives on and for sure it won’t

Soon be gone, but neglected takes its toll

And it makes love fall but what can be done

The house has no choice it stays where it is

Unbalanced

Listening to the sounds of the house

Water flowing through pipes

Dinner being made

Children playing

The murmur of  a YouTube channel

I am there and in the same time at a distance

Taking part and observing

Losing distance depletes me

Being distant means falling into my

Own ocean of dreams and circular journeys

Where is balance to be found?

 

Revolution Returns Reactionary

Today 43 years ago in another country

A revolution took place

The young had gotten tired of war

Tired of the old rule and wanted something new

What  type of new they wanted

That was not certain but something different

And everything changed

But not in a way anybody expected

Different yes, from a strong man with mad ideas

to a tired bureaucracy without vision or hope

From a poor people to not so poor people

From being a colonial power to being a province

In the great federation of old and tired people

Without courage

A victory for the revolution?

Yes, very much so for what could be better than

Growing your own garden under the sun