Hate
The world
Doesn’t care
Until
It is too late
Our Future
A Journey To The Past
Once when I
Was young
That time when we all
Awaited a nuclear war
At anytime of the day
Then the world was in good order
That time long ago
When east was east and west was west
And everybody was happy with that
More or less, more or less
(Nobody asked those people in the east)
The Great Wall protected us from
The terrible east even though
We did not understand it at the time
I travelled through Europe on old trains
Reaching the other side after a week
A very white stone in the Aegean Sea
In the water a fake carpet
Still gives me comfort
The nuclear holocaust has been
Temporary cancelled until
Further notice
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No Answers
So we were told
That the answers
Would come
But no,
We were
Just served the
Same circus
Same story
Again and again
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The Right
The right side of history
I am on the wrong side
By the way
Always, every time
Curious listening
To everyone
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On History
The history repeat itself
Creating endless
Monotonous patterns
Eternal questions and conflicts
Are being weaved to a huge web,
A carpet covering
Our mind and thoughts
We are here because
The great ecosystem, Gaia
Has put us here
Trapped in our own limitations
Our own mind
Still this is not true, sometimes
A surprise happens and we rise
Again and again
Above ourselves
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Dual Psych
In deep mode searching
Our future
Opening up closed gates
Going through the whole process
Again and again
Like an eternal pattern
Of different stars
Another galaxy, another me
Yet the same
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Memorial Island
Clouded mind after a long day
Returning to my memory of the past
Moving quickly to the future
Leaving behind
What is to remain unchanged
By time
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Runes
Writing was once
A privilege of the few
Few words remains
Mostly carved in stone
Telling about men
That died long time ago
Few can read those
Carved letters
From another time
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Outskirts
Driving around in the outskirts of Stockholm. The snow is gone but temperature is well below zero. Discovering unknown parts of the city is way of meditation. This is old Viking country filled with burial-grounds and runestones.
This is pagan and Christian landscape at the same time, churches built on places of pagan worship, messages telling the stories of death and suffering in Russia or Turkey. A lot of fortunes were made there by Vikings being mercenaries or tradesmen.
Our barren land could not feed everyone so the bravest and most desperate left long time ago. This is not a land to be happy in. That is not the nature of Sweden. Here you work and suffers in silence until you eventually die.
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Trapped In History
Being trapped in a memory
Of a conflict with my father and
His family
Filling up my mind
Feeling betrayed and abandond
It is hard to let go
Even though I know I have to find
New grounds for living my life
