Eleven

Why was I ever here

Was there any meaning

At eleven we always go to heaven

Contradiction in terms

Which is perfect for propaganda

Confused overused poet writing

Fantastic Vision

One night I dreamt that

Every human was free

Each one living in their own tree

A small treehouse for each one of us

In a green utopia

But I woke up in the desert

Cold and frozen

The trees had left

For a better forest

And I just walked around

N absolute horror

The Lost One

Together with people

That hates me every day

Realizing that there is no

No place on this earth

I have to go

I should never

Never have lived

Among you

Your world

But, you go and create

Inflicting suffering and destruction

Go and destroy yourself

Be happy in the destruction

Love will end the world

Your faith will kill you

And I don’t want to

Watch you burn

My Song

For a long time

I tried not to get involved

Avoiding conflicts

Believing that things

Would work out anyway

They did not do that

The bad people continued

Their way

Since no one stood up against

Them life went on

And in the end

I lost my self

My will to live

My sense of living

Eating pills did not

Solve but maintained

Things as they were

So here I am alone and old

Soon gone

This is my song

Outdoor Dying

Tired and out of hope

Just trying to stay alive

A little longer

Without knowing why

The wind and the rain

Takes the best of me

(Not that much left)

Soon only memories

Will remain

Untouched by

The relentless rain

Smokescreen

The obvious is now

Clear and out

In the

Bright daylight

No space is available

Anymore anyway

Anywhere for anyone

The future is

Just gone with the wind

A hot sticky wind

Making you cough

At night

And choke in the daytime

While we pretend

Everything is normal

Ode To The Next Ruler

Assemble energy, power,will

Try to get

Past last years tragedies

In a snowy Stockholm

Being around negative

People that put me

Below the ground

In a pit of self pity

Never mind

This kind of torture

Is part of this shitty

Life without meaning

Or purpose

It is of course my fault

I don’t deserve to live

I don’t want to live

Kill me and use me

As a fertiliser in

Your garden so

I eventually come

To some use

Together with the other

Jews and infirm

That you put there

A while ago

And then go on

To destroy the world

Which is your purpose

Language of The Trees

We live in a noisy

World, everyone scream

Around you

Making big dramatic gestures

Meaning nothing or very little

To hear and see the miracle

Look down

Bend down

To the ground

Listen with your ear

To the ground

Learn the language of the trees

They will be your best

Friends