Waiting for the Great Destruction

Tepid days

Slow moving

Grayness rules

My world of lost

Hope and courage

Nothing to hope for

Just an eternal wait for

Spring and new options

That might never come

Soon the destruction of

Nature will overtake and

Change the nature of this

Place

Only organised

People will live here

Paying a lot of money

For being unhappy

But successful

The world will erase

Their memory

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 

Turns Gray

The world turns gray today

The bitter end of the year

No remorse just endorse

Accept it is all over now

A new bad world in the making

The rich and powerful are doing

The taking

Just plain power and stupidity

Will rule,

Money talks, life walks

Leaving the ashes of what could have been

Slowly killing us all

The money talks

While the children die

The restaurang serve

Champagne, to toast life away

The dictators roam

The ground like fat dinosaurs

Stealing and loathing our world

Only the stones will remember us

 

Breaking Down Up the Hill

Certain days are made for drama

Icy roads and cars breaking down

In the middle of the night

On the highway

Unexpected but planned

As a trap by the subconscious

Slowly driving home in a new car

As an old man

Less vise than before