The Stone-faced man

His face is so hard

Made of stone

Proclaimed a hero

A vise man

He sits there to comfort

You, serving as a chair

Together with others

Heros, profets and writers

Serving as an exemple

Time has run away from

Him and his deeds

Even though they

Still causes suffering

He will forever be left

There watching people

Come and go

While time passes by

Makings of the World

Do I believe

In making

The world

A better place?

No I don’t

This is not my world

Soon I will be gone

Other will come

They will make it worse

Soon they will be gone

And others will come

And maybe make this

World a “better place”

They will be gone too

And in the end

Good and bad

Will be gone beyond

Recognition

Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

A Prayer for a Better World

Let us keep this world together

Let us keep it alive and well

Let us work together for a better world

A world with water, food and houses

For everyone in need

A world with school, hospital and resources to live

For everyone in need

A way for everyone to do a good deed

The State of Affairs

Terror is the name of the game

He or she is out there

Fighting in Iraq,

Venezuela or Afghanistan

While that old bastard

A coward and a bully,

Has the whole show

Not fit to tie the shoelaces of the true

Warriors, that is on duty

Day and night,

A warriors with honour

It’s he or she

That should have been President ,

Instead of being brought here to die

Like a dog in the sun.

Sleepless Light

Life in the city can be

Like a sleepless night

There is always something

Going on, somewhere

People moving around, walking,

Biking, begging, drinking, making out

Or living in their mobile screen slowly

Losing their mind and soul to the big monster

That is Internet

Getting lost and being abused by

The big five

This ultimate madness that drives humanity

Into the dance of death

With it self late in the Holocene

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

Weakest Link

Broken, broke, empty

Frustrated, fearing

The worst being

The weakest

Link in a long

Chain of people

Reality is tainted by

Ideology of the successful

Rich and infamous

The future belongs to

The bad people,

The evil will prevails,

Dystopia becomes

Our future because of our

Own default to change

The same for society and man