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

Christmas in Dubrovnik

Moving through  the highly risky

Terrain in a lush green forest

Above the old city

I remembered

The war more than 10 years ago

Still visible with all its

Shellmarks making

Roses on the ground

Telling a distant story

Of terror and death

The war had just ended

At Christmas, just a

Shell fired in the afternoon

From the enemy in order to

Make their presence known

Later that night

The captain shot

His girlfriend in a bar

Not far from the Hotel

The scars lingers under the surface

But surface

Cosmetic beauty  that money can buy

Is what you will see

 

Christmas Tale

A Cold, cold day

I went out

To find a pray

What I did see

Took my breath

Away

The people had frozen to ice

And their soul had been

Sacrificed on the altar of delight

So I went home

Without any pray

A waited for the winter

To go away

Chicago

I came to Chicago

Filled with sinful desires

A crossroad became my destiny

Lost and haunted by the ghost

Of the big city by the blue lake

I retreated back

Not any wiser

But still filled

With desire