Mythology

Ancient gods came to visit us

With thunder and lightning

At dusk claiming our attention

Demanding sacrifice and a gift

They never cared about us

In their huge heaven

Only our absence

Interests them

As that make the gods

Notice the empty void

They are

Did

Mythology

Razor The best thing about you

The Future is Bright (More or Less)

The Nostradamus Exchange Mechanism

Is now activated

That means you can ask your questions

About your future or

The fortune (or disaster) that will

Happen to your investment portfolio

Mr. Nostradamus will give the answer

To you in verse, rhyme or strange words

Your portfolio will then increase or decrease

People will be born or decease

Fall in and out of luck, love and boats

Wars will start and come to an end

All predicted by our excellent mr. Nostradamus

Wisely used our answering machine will

Make you poor or rich, happy or sad

All according the almighty will of the

Subconscious and Freud

In the end it all equals out

God gets annoyed and destroys the planet

Once and for all

Replacing us with an ugly red frog

That rules the universe for a while

Until….

The Great Illusion

Reality is the best thing

Still a really great illusion

So many holes in our perception

We change ways and our mind

Is always lost in that situation

We are lost in ourselves

Whatever we do

Our mind is our prison

Re

Breaking Down

To create and being systematic

Was for a long time my dream

Now it is just in shatters

Not much left

But still the car must be controlled

The journey goes on but

With less and less

Tools and energy

Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order

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