The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

The Gone Leader

The dictator is gone

Eaten by his own desire

To eat others

On the ground is rubble and lies

That surrounded him

Now he is just an old man

Like any other old man

With his complaints and

Misgivings

I eat his picture as a cream cake

Trying to forget and forgive

His terror

Praying that he never return

Continuum

There will never be an end

Just a continuum of change

A movement between extremes

Like Winter or Summer

Democracy and dictatorship

War and Peace

Construction and Destruction

And in the middle of this

Are we messed up and

Confused trying to get a grip

The end in sight

Only for us as we are

Not for all

The end is in sight

But we never know

What happens

Good

Time, Mind and Action

Time is a precious commodity

Bought and sold at different

Prices, lost time is forever lost

In time, action taken and

Finally forgotten

Our minds and memories changing

Talkative silence in our head

Whatever once was there is no more

My actions will eventually change

Adopting to the mind of the moment

Without my consent or with my consent

Ratata

Distant gunfire from the hill

Then the noise of silence

So many bullets

Flying away

Flying Avery

In every direction

Ricocheting on roofs, walls and trees

Losing the causality

Hitting people and things by misfortune

Lost cases, lost life’s

Empty eyes stirring out in the eternal darkness

Of afterlife

Pasture

Frozen forests,

Snowy fields

A path non taken

Only by us

Into the hidden

Worlds of the past

Down the ages

A couple of hundred years

Farmers and herders

They like us did not live here

During the winter

We came here to remember

And honor our life in the summer

Can Not Fight For My Rights

I am trying to fight

But I cannot

Lift my own

Hand

For more than

Two weeks

I have been trying

To write this letter

Saying

How important

It is for me to have

The place that I love most in this world

But I cannot write a comma

Nothing, can be put together

I have such a fear

I know I am going to lose

But still

I cannot lift a finger

To say

I  want this

I need that

I have the right

My father stop calling

No one calls

I am in silence

They are silent

And I am not calling

Anymore ever

Still I have to

I know I have to

Let me go down

To the water

And relive me of my burden

 

Denmark

The dark side om mankind

Is not only to be found in war

In the most peaceful places

The worst evil abound

The evil of selfishness

Is hard to forgive

And we should never forget

The darkness that dwells within

Is often worse than

That, that is visible

Harder than stone

Is still the will

But broken it shall always be

In the end

Late at night

Feeling lost in the night

The silence and the inability

In the same time is esoteric

I am not alone in the universe

And memories from the past

Many hundred years ago comes by

To say hello

All those lost souls around us

All those who lived before us

All those who will live here

In our and their world that we all share

On this level

Late at night

Being confused and lost

The city present itself with all its doubtful glory

But when you look closely things turn out differently

This is the way things are

They are not what you think

More like a mixed cocktail

The winter keeps the smell away but now it is back

The dirt, the dead, the lost and the con artist  are all back again

Doing the city interesting and multidimensional

But if you know the history of every street, apartment and park

The city turns out even more different than before

Like a mosaic in time bleaching slowly in the sun