Crisis in the Archipelago

So everyone is unhappy

Maybe that is how things

Should be

No one is happy the crisis

Is here we cannot go anywhere

Stuck to one another

We have to keep on moving

Until we break down in pieces

The Small Day

So another day

To start, writing, working, fighting

This will be a hot one

Filled with conflict of

Representation, pretending, relating

In the end it will be what it is

And the sea will still be there

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The Great War Revisited

I could not stop returning

To the war or forget the people

I met in the city

Still things got more complicated

The good people were not that good

Just human with a twist being in a war

Everything became human and very

Complex,perplex a culture with

Different rule that applied

All the great projects became crooked

Like life itself

So eventually I put everything on the shelf

The Volcano

Underneath what we say

Underneath what we mean

Is a great volcano

Avoiding that great volcano

Is worth a lot

But if you manage that

You are ultimately

Forever lost

Crisis Again and Again

Medication Meditation and mediation

The problem is that we have a lot of

The two first and not so much

Mediation

No one talks to me

Isolation, containment

Will never solve anything

As we know

From our history

Fragmented Lamentations

What is the deeper meaning

All that infighting

Eternal quarrels

That make up

Our dysfunctional family

The older I get the less wise

More stagnant

More sleepy

Repetition is not learning

It is repeating

With variation

Fighting Spirit

The conflicts start

early in the morning

Promising a miserable day

Every move and action we take is a

part of a bigger pattern

So is the conflicts as well

It is all in the open to read

Still we go into a

Relationship with open eyes

Blinded for the longterm suffering

A Stench of Paradise

Just being here

Trapped on a small island

In the wast emptiness of the mind

Another slow day

In the summer

A day so still that we are

Creating conflicts as a pastime

Running around in our own mind

Tearing down Paradise