Sun

The sun is still here

The days are longer

But without meaning

No answers are given

No questions asked

Just the cold wind

Touching your skin

The Desert

A cold and windy place,

The desert seemed eternal

Like the ice on a lake in the winter

People in an empty place

Moving around like flies

Just existing in an artificial

Space

 

 

Freezing

I live in a land

With people cold

As ice, freezing in

The cold wind

I realize that I will always

Be alone here, no help

Will ever arrive so I

Prepare to fight until I fall

The wind is cold

The Subway Ride

Crowds moving quickly

Through the metro

Up and down the stairs

Like streams of water

They collide and mix

Creating small instant conflicts

On their way to anywhere

Or somewhere under the

Aggressive white light

That shines eternally

Treating each other as objects

And problems, hinders for

Quick movements, enemies

To be battered, promising

That we will never have

Peace of mind

Empty spaces

 

In between us

There are small secret rooms

Not visible to others

Rooms where we meet

At night

Sharing our most inner

Thoughts and dreams

Dreams that grows from

The final hope of a better world

Sharing and caring

Outside the cold daylight view

While we move around the market, street

Or prayer house

Where we are strangers every day

To one another

 

 

 

White Night Walker

Neither Snow nor rain

Just white foggy streets

I am the black hooded man

Walking at night

You will fear me

When we meet

But I am not dangerous

Just cold,

Trying to keep

My head together

And warm

The mind walks its circles

My feet walk strait

Reaching for the bus

Frozen Ground

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This is my land

And it is frozen

Cold, frigid, unfriendly

Built on wrath and frustration,

By determined people

Frugal, sterile land

Of slow living

I was born here

But this land is not my land

This land just bore my weight

I did not grow here

Just barely survived

So I could grow where

I truly belong

Retreat

The days are short

In the north

More like a combined

Dawn and dusk

Creating a depressive

Mode of inaction

Retreating and defeats

Is in my mind

Lost causes and cold very

Cold nights

Cold Houses

The warmth of the fire

Contrast to the white snow

Even inside the house

White steam comes out of our noses

Creating a warm house takes time

And patience but most importent

Warm feet

Middle of the Bridge

The bus drives slowly

On the bridge over the river

Frozen since long time

Life moves slowly in the cold

But it moves even in the most

Adversarial conditions the strife to survive

Slowly the evolution takes place one winter

At the time, breaking down what can’t hide

From the Eternal cold in this northern town