Surviving

Some days passes slowly

Just want more from life

I need more than surviving

I need to feel the joy of life

Now it’s unlikely

Maybe there is a change

Even though it seems

Extremely unlikely

Retreat

The days are short

In the north

More like a combined

Dawn and dusk

Creating a depressive

Mode of inaction

Retreating and defeats

Is in my mind

Lost causes and cold very

Cold nights

Turns Gray

The world turns gray today

The bitter end of the year

No remorse just endorse

Accept it is all over now

A new bad world in the making

The rich and powerful are doing

The taking

Just plain power and stupidity

Will rule,

Money talks, life walks

Leaving the ashes of what could have been

Slowly killing us all

The money talks

While the children die

The restaurang serve

Champagne, to toast life away

The dictators roam

The ground like fat dinosaurs

Stealing and loathing our world

Only the stones will remember us

 

Lost direction

What am I fighting for?

I do not know anymore

Why or why not

Or where to go

I am just lost on my way

There are so many options

But time do not give any

Peace of mind

Only huge black holes

The power has gone somewhere

Else for its operation and actions

Weak

The day ended before it stated

A weak light hiding between

The trees and the sky

Dull, tired colors

Changing into black evening

Early in the afternoon

Frantic

Radiant fragrance

Coming to life

Late in the afternoon

A will to live instead

Of dying slowly

Rather a quick death

Than fading away

Intensity as a way

To cover up

Mediocracy

Retribution of investments

Way, way to go

Sunset

Trapped between

What I want

And

What I need

I find myself

In a peculiar prison

Whose walls are flexible

Sometimes non existent

Just knowing that I can’t

Leave

I can scream, run , escape

But I can never leave

Unless I break the spell

Which might not happen

The sun will rise against

It’s will again and again

Because of the mechanics

But for no other reason

Dusk

I tried to see the sun

But it had already sunken

Down below the horizon

There will be another day

There will be other people

But I will not be there

Even if I am there

It will be as a blind man

Trying to find my way

Up the stairs at dusk

Daniel Stintzing
Blind window

Dusk

I am lonely

And everything is so strange

Life without sleep

Feeling daft and dumb

The dusk has fallen

And this day is past