Disruption

Our life’s are filled with control

Disruption are part of that control

Changing our behavior and thinking

Life tend to be even more controlled

Afterwards until there are so much

Control that freedom is the exception

That is a truly destructive illusion

Fitting our time and mind

The waves tell a different story

Downhill

Finally the depression

Reached me

Back home

Downhill a bad day

As a dysfunctional family work

We bring each other down

On Time

Times move on and on

No stop will ever come

Just a precaution presence

Of the dead

When we pass away

Suddenly like

An unpleasant surprise

Stress

When losing control

Remember

That you never had control

Just the illusion of being

In control

Sunday Pastime

Travelled to the other side of the moon

To drink some tea

With the old Chinese man

The weather was the same as

One billion years ago

We sat on his porch

Throwing GPS marked stones

A mile or so

(Gravity is a bitch sometimes)

Got into a quarrel on

How to interpret

The journey to the red gorge

A truly intellectual undertaking

Made another summer

Thousand years ago

Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Creative

being creative

Is being controlled

By a witch

She has no

Consideration except

For herself and her

Not so wonderful being

She is the sun

I am the dirty lump

Called Earth

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored