Dreams are born

At sea

The rudder gives you

A straight course

But the mind keeps meandering

In the long and lonely

Hours of the night

When the stars speak

To the defenseless mind

Making strange pattern

In the conscious mind

Cold Spaces

This life is like a cold dream

A beautiful nightmare in white

All actions are subdued

By the snow and the cold

Freezing passion and will

Surviving but not enjoying

Working but not living

Moving forward in this awkward spot

With the hope to leave

A Madman’s Wisdom

As being the madman

In the game

I eventually realised

That the sane were mad

And that my version of reality

Happened to be the true one

Just saying this in the early morning

As the light shines through the window

Even after a disasters

I did see it coming

And told them as a male

Cassiopeia that we should stop

They laughed and down we went

Here we are on the brink

Still here but on the way to the abyss

Give it another try and you will

Find us at the bottom

Looking for food and

Clean, clear water

The Gold Plated Life

I live in a guilded cage

A beautiful place

I have food and bed

No job still I am fed

I am chained to history

And bound by guilt and shame

I will never be free

Waiting to die of old age

And my own misery

I have courage but no hope

Letting the momentum slip

Away because

That is my way

Blue Monday

Found a way through

The city streets for a

Brief meeting with

My teacher and Guru

However

The man was not found

He had already died

.

Though he had been

There waiting for me

On the same spot

Exactly eleven years ago

Our meetings had

Therefore to take

Place in the spirit

More than as a

Conversation

.

Another little man

A boy had been born

In the meantime

With his very own

Passions and problem

Mirroring the old

Master but much

Wiser

Continuum

There will never be an end

Just a continuum of change

A movement between extremes

Like Winter or Summer

Democracy and dictatorship

War and Peace

Construction and Destruction

And in the middle of this

Are we messed up and

Confused trying to get a grip

The end in sight

Only for us as we are

Not for all

The end is in sight

But we never know

What happens

Good