Change

Change is a beautiful thing

And in the same time

A nightmare messing

Up our life, destroying

Safe comfort zones

Moving into the light

What once was hidden

Hiding things that once

Was in the open

Ending ever ongoing

On the Run

On the run

From the inevitable

Disaster that

Eventually will catch

Up blaming

Us all for our incompetence

Whatever we do

It all depends on her mode

Of the moment

Trashing us to pieces

Year after year

Boring War

War is a boring thing

Filled with waiting

And cold evenings

Without light and

Heating

Waiting, smoking,

Talking and drinking

Whatever found

On the black market

Money always scarce

A few get rich,

Most people get poor

Everyone would leave

If they only found the

Door

But the war wears on and on

Through rain and sun, storm

and snow people dying all

The time when life could

Be must more benign

Keeping the Wake

You keep me

Awake at night

Complaining for

This and that

Always blaming

It is never your fault

Throwing the children

Around like they are

Pawns for you

Which they are for you

But not for me

In the end

You know I will

Leave you

Relationship can

Never be built

On grievances

Empty Talk

Empty promise of a better tomorrow

Made by people of privilege and power

Are worth as much as a grain of sand

They have no stamina, creating

Modern societies greatest sin

The fantasy of equality such a cruel yoke

To carry for the people

Whose burden of paying for the rich

Makes their life a misery

Only the stones will remember their struggle

Saturday Fight

Another night of infighting 

Wasted time, hateful speech

No communication between 

The holy victim and the kamikaze pilot

And between two lost souls in a 

Landscape of despair and mud 

Erased

Stormy night, rainy day

The conflict went on and on

With no end in sight

We fought our internal war

For many, many years

Slowly drowning

While the world watched

Our agony in ignorance

And apathy

Erasing us from its memory

Forever

Tired

Tired of talking

While listening

To your endless

Excuses and lies

Not even the smallest

Thing can be said

Without your denial

No problem can ever be

Solved

Not even a teabag found

Ratata

Distant gunfire from the hill

Then the noise of silence

So many bullets

Flying away

Flying Avery

In every direction

Ricocheting on roofs, walls and trees

Losing the causality

Hitting people and things by misfortune

Lost cases, lost life’s

Empty eyes stirring out in the eternal darkness

Of afterlife

Daily Destruction

So we meet again in the afternoon

To restart out fight

With mental venum

Poison for mutual destruction

Telling each other of our shortcomings

And despicable weakness

Each have our own favorite argument

Slowly breaking us down

But we never let each other go

Chained by thousand different reason

And excuses

We will drown fighting until the

Bottom of the sea