Silenced Voices

The things you once

Dreamed of cannot become

True anymore

They will remain

An unspoken dream

In your mind forever

Coming back to haunt

Your dreams at night

Asking impertinent

Questions

Chimera

Night is here again

Filled with dreams

Vague memories of

Past wars

All lost

Passes by, it is almost

Over now

Life passes by

Like everything

Quick shimmering

Light

The Boy

Once I was

A happy young man

Being a fool and

Dropping out of school

Traveling the world

Met rich and poor

I opened many closed

Door

Sensing my limits

I met this beautiful girl

From home out there

In the world

I stood there

Naked and gay

In front of her

High as a kite

She told me

I love you

Just the way You are

Just do not Take it too far

And that was the way it had to be

Some but not to much

I started to wither away

All my dreams grow old

And in the end there was

Not much left

I had gone old

The children had left

For school

Lonely and lost

I had to find

New dreams

Overworked

Tired

I will not save you

Crowds

The crowds of the city

Has left their dwellings

Moving around in

Disciplined groups

Up and down,

Round and round

Bumping into each other

Fighting for space

Life is slow,

Everything seems to be

Permanent

Locked in rigid patterns of

Existence

Illusions are fine

They are like wine

You drink and enjoy until you

Wake up with an headache

Realising that most of your

Life was a dream

Wasted on the altar

Of ideas and dreams

 

Empty spaces

 

In between us

There are small secret rooms

Not visible to others

Rooms where we meet

At night

Sharing our most inner

Thoughts and dreams

Dreams that grows from

The final hope of a better world

Sharing and caring

Outside the cold daylight view

While we move around the market, street

Or prayer house

Where we are strangers every day

To one another

 

 

 

Borderlands

Sleeping is a strange thing

Connecting the outer and inner worlds

Dreams and undefined

Insights and ideas

more or less useful

real but still false

Dissolves into thin air

Mixing memory and desire

Into something else

 

 

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

The Rage of the Dead

Moving around the house

Being in constant dialogues

With the dead in my head

They are coming back

Repeating their messages like mechanical machine

All the energy it takes to keep them at bay

Not taking over my life completely

Makes my life dull

Protecting my dream

The beautiful illusion

Of meaning and purpose

Makes it even more dull

Even slow moving creature

Can have enough

Flair

Trying to forget

Who I am and why

The night is full of options

Even though it is cold here

I am hallucinating green and blue flowers

In a dessert landscape

On the bottom of the sea

I am floating

Happily until

Morning