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


The Voices In The Head

Listening to the cliches in my head

If I believed in them I would be dead

When you are young

They are installed

By hammer and nail

In your head

They tell how to be

And that you are not free

They say it is

All in the family

Just the mosquitoes stay free

But the older you get

The more wrong

It gets to be

And you realize

That you never will get free

From the voices in the head

Until you are dead

On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

Dusk

The blue light is

Covering the frigid

Land and sea

Turning hope

Into nostalgia and

Anticipation to memories

Leaving the future

To join the history

Dogs and Family

The lost places

When this was mine

And in the same

Time never mine

Earning and buying

The illusion of being a part

Of a family

Eventually it turned out

That we were nothing

Just dogs fighting for

A piece of flesh

Chimera

The sun is gone

Just fog and

Grey matter

I came here a long time ago

Thought I would leave

Still I am here

Where I should not be

Waiting for a miracle

That has faded away

Long time ago

Just the

Mummified remains

Are still here

Like a rotten fruit