On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself

The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen

Hell Monday

This is a bad day

It is the Monday from

Hell, extracting your soul

Out of the societal machinery

You will soon be grind to powder

And eaten by the cows

Nobody loves you

And if they do they want you

To be loved to lobotomisation

As well

Kiss, kiss

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather

Limited

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy

Nil

The day has turned off

It’s cold and indifferent

Light and turned dark blue

High above the city light

Communicating again

With stars and outer galaxies

With songs and serene messages

Sent long ago from places that

Forever has perished

The present that seems so

Eternal is just a short stunt

A flash in the pan

But for us it’s forever

One of the illusions

We need for accepting

Our meaningless existence

At this very moment

Love will not save us

Neither will the saviour

With his non present,

Presence

White

All that noise

Is gone now

This and that

Covered by snow

Hiding, awaiting

Better times

I wish

My own winter was eternal

Being frozen to the core

With no spring in sight

Feelings, relations all

Destructive illusions

Cannot hurt or disturb

The peace of mind

A frozen harmony

White Night Walker

Neither Snow nor rain

Just white foggy streets

I am the black hooded man

Walking at night

You will fear me

When we meet

But I am not dangerous

Just cold,

Trying to keep

My head together

And warm

The mind walks its circles

My feet walk strait

Reaching for the bus

The Island

In the middle of the sea

There is an island

Covered in snow

With small pine trees

Fighting against the wind

And the waves

The ice is gone

No more connection

With the mainland

Global warming

Reaches the north ocean

Above everything a man

Is always an island

Connected or disconnected

By sea and ice