Mixed Timeline

The flowers have mixed colors

Blue violet white and yellow

Growing on top of were

The disaster struck

The world was reduced to rubble

To nothingness and still it rises

Again and again

And in fact

It was not the whole world

Just a piece of it

Life goes on

You are left with

Your memories

Turnpike

So the wheels keep on turning

It is bad times

When the great disaster

Takes place,

Life is collapsing in front

Of our eyes

Falling down

Into a chaotic

Flow with a lot of mess

A lot of confusion

Only the rays of the sun

Tells another tail

About us

Reaching

Not being able

To think

Still realizing

What is happening

Without being able

To change anything

I did see the disaster

Approaching time after time

Without reaching me

Like in a dream

Sacrifice

There are many ways

To make a change when

Disaster relief is needed

This eternal continuing calamity

Patterns of behavior is strengthen

By the other people around me

We are all in this together

However some of us are sacrificed

For various reasons

On Disasters

Disasters can appear in many ways

The can be big colorful and fragrant or

Small creeping and discrete

Somehow going under the radar

Until they hit you hard in the head

Like now, we don’t notice until

It is too late and the scream of the dying

Wakes us up in the middle of the night

Before the War

This is the time before

When things are in the making

The moment of prewar

Before the big disaster

All around us

Plans are being made

Secret attacks and plans

Destabilizing and changing conditions

We pretend everything is normal

While they are starting to destroy us

Our life, time passes

In the end we do not know

If war will start or not

Until we are in the middle of it

Loss of Control

I did not choose this life

This life chooses me

All that frustration

Being in a divorce

With two small children

In the same house

I don’t feel like having

A relationship

Ever again

Because it will all

Inevitably

Fall apart

I lose my own consciousness

Have no hope of any resolution

At all

Healing or dying

In the darkness of

My soul

Madness on Ice

There are many mad ways to die

One is to walk on thin ice

In the end of the winter

Every year people drowns in the cold water

A way to die that is very avoidable

Most of those who die has not prepared

Themselves with tools like ice nails

to get out of the water

And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on

Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not

know that you have to spread your weight, crawling

Away from the hole in the thin ice

Not walking away and falling through again