This is an uneven fight
I know I can’t win
I know this
Falling on all levels
Failing to make my
Life working
But it doesn’t matter
I have to try
Again and again
At night
Fire and Ice
We hide inside the basement
Watching the destruction
From safe distance
While the dark sky looms over us
The ground is again frozen
And the water has turned to ice
And the city is very silent
Waiting for the return
OF spring
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The long, long friday
This terrible day when Jesus dies
Happens every year
When sky is greyer than grey
The snow is pouring down
And the universe is as depressed as me
Then Sunday everything will be alright again
Jesus will stand up from the dead and walk
Away that day
What to say?
I am very happy for Jesus being able to do his thing
And in that process saving mankind by the way
But I am not sure how attractive it is
To rise from the dead again and again
But I guess he is his fathers son
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Interregnum
The plants are growing
Fast and furious
Trying to kill old roots
That once were healthy and strong
But only time will
Tell us who, if anyone won
The metamorphosis is quick and
Painful often killing its host
The only things that comes easy
Is the rain and the mosquitoes
And they are endless sources
Of frustration
As is the cold white light
At night
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April fouls
Slow changes
In this cruel
April
The ground is still
Cold and frozen
The light has turned
And once again
The white nights
Return to this frozen land
From the darkness
To the light
The natur prepares
For another extreme
From death to life
And than again dying
Leaving the land
To the white snow and ice
This is our fate
We fouls that live
Here in the northern corner
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Da capo every year
Time moves quickly
On a Sundays
A lot of things
To be done
A lot of family
To interact with
Family diners
And the annual
Easter torture week
Every year the man
Dies on a Friday
And is reborn on Sunday
Every year I do not
Know what to do about it
What would have happened
If he instead of going to
Jerusalem that pitiful pit
On a mountain slope
He decide let us go
To Tel Aviv
Have a beer
Relax
Let´s make som miracles
By the sea
Putting our bare feats
In the warm sand
And watch the ocean
What would Easter be then?
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Suddenly
The streets are quiet
Tonight, people trying
To make their way home
We are still trying to
Understand
The dead and the injured
It could have been me
Or anyone walking by
Not taking notice of
Death approaching
In high speed
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Camino
So while the days move slowly
And the sun had it´s way
crossing the sky
I forgot
Like the rest of us
Why I live here
I did not enjoy
The purple morning
Or the white daylight
Nor did I see the different colours of the trees
Just busy doing things
That makes no difference or anyone happy
God punished me
With the inability to do any progress
Now I am a refugee on the camino
Looking for shelter and purpose
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The art of dying and defying
The danger of staying is obvious
Still I remain here stubborn as ever
Defient as ever
Me a lost old man
Not in his body
My mind is elsewhere
far far into the future
I know what happened
I lived through so many
future war, I lived through so many
good times and bad
being reincarnated is a bitch
and suicide is not the answer
just a new role to play
somewhere else on this
blue planet
filled with folly
and all forms of life
like a perverted caleidoscope
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Change
Change now!
Change when?
Change what?
Change why?
Cry to the sky!
This is why,
I am I !
