Longing

Deep inside us and what we are

All the next action determined

By our destiny and will

Something that is neither

Far in our mind we do not

Understand ourselves

Roots

Outside the normal path

Another road

Overgrown with

Roots of trees growing

Strong under

The poisonous asphalt

Sorrow and death destroyed

The hope long time ago

Almost to late I eventually

Found my path not knowing

Where to go and how long to follow

Eventually life demands and

Destroy any other option

But the evening comes fast

That time of the year

Reflection

Having to deal with reality

In one way or the other

Not so meaningful or hopeful

More grey and slow moving

Filled with fear, anger and

Frustration

It is all there, we have to

Deal with this

In our everyday life

Trying to steer away from the most

Obvious traps

Life moves on like a migrant bird

On its way from the desert to the tundra

Regrets

How I regret that I

Survived the war

I could be dead

Long time ago

Resting peacefully

In the memory

Of a few

So much better

So much better

Karma

But the winter

Is long as life

Itself

Meeting me

Meeting myself

In the coffee shop

This is me now

Reading a book

About me ten years

Ago and I realized

That I am never gone

Be free, just more

Me

Late Conclusions

The party is over

Since long time

The people left

Forgetting what

They left behind

Worn down leftovers

Fighting the wind, rain and snow

Changing color as the green mold

Takes over, a small community of

Different plants and creatures

Soon other tables and people will take over

Or not, it does not matter

The relationship, however not clear will always

Remain as an anchor and hope

Black 19th

This is the darkest day of the year

No hope should remain

After this or that

Everything dies today

Everything is reborn tomorrow

In this mad vortex

Let me be in peace

Let me be in happiness

Let me be in water