On Hatred

Hatred is a good feeling

Making you feel alive

And strong,

Taking quick and swift action

Demanding action

Like a wild horse

Still this is madness

True madness

But reason is limited

And maims the soul

A dangerous contradiction

To be handle with like a

Conundrum

Late a night with care

The Element of Water

Reaching a ground by

Doing hard household work

Washing dishes

Silence is also a good thing

Connecting mind and body

New thoughts and resilience

Water dried thoughts

Dusk

The blue light is

Covering the frigid

Land and sea

Turning hope

Into nostalgia and

Anticipation to memories

Leaving the future

To join the history

California

I see my life passing

And suddenly connecting

To other people’s stories

But where am I

In all this mess

Just drifting

On the great river of

Life and desires

Just so lost

The rest of my life

Might be bitter and sour

But I am proud that

Eventually I left for

Something completely

Different

Deep Black Water

Watching the ice

Gray, white, black and blue

Depending on deep and composition

The winter is here and the lake

Is frozen in the middle of the city

It is so easy

To fall into the cold water

And quickly freeze and drown

So close is the end

Yet, so far

I approach the open water

I do not cross it

But I could

Destruction

To change is to die a little bit

The bitter taste of wasted time

Sunken costs stench

In your nose

Like burned tires or rotten meat

You had the time

And now you need to

Destroy your past

Burn it all down

While sobbing and getting drunk

On old whisky

The love you had

Has decomposed

You will never be compensated

Forget it all

And let the madness

Take hold of you

Go to the nearest beach

And dip your toes into.

The water

Whatever the temperature

Just do not stay there

Go on and on and on again

And I promise that you will thrive

In the ice cold world that man created

For himself and his lonely God

Nil

The day has turned off

It’s cold and indifferent

Light and turned dark blue

High above the city light

Communicating again

With stars and outer galaxies

With songs and serene messages

Sent long ago from places that

Forever has perished

The present that seems so

Eternal is just a short stunt

A flash in the pan

But for us it’s forever

One of the illusions

We need for accepting

Our meaningless existence

At this very moment

Love will not save us

Neither will the saviour

With his non present,

Presence