The Keys

I cannot go on

Anymore,

Cannot think

I lost my car key

At home

Being criticized

I felt worthless

She demanded I immediately

Find the key and another key

Lost three months ago

I feel so bad

I should not exist

I should not live

All of me is wrong

Intuition

I am trying to find

Some hope

Something

That keeps me

Going

But the silence

Tells another story

About

What is going to

Come

The Old Country

Disasters come and go

We had luck and got

Through on a number

Travelling with a little

Different drama

Memories never left us

Covering us in dust and cobwebs

Trying to adjust to a new world

Is difficult

Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

A Madman’s Wisdom

As being the madman

In the game

I eventually realised

That the sane were mad

And that my version of reality

Happened to be the true one

Just saying this in the early morning

As the light shines through the window

Even after a disasters

I did see it coming

And told them as a male

Cassiopeia that we should stop

They laughed and down we went

Here we are on the brink

Still here but on the way to the abyss

Give it another try and you will

Find us at the bottom

Looking for food and

Clean, clear water

The Lost Mind Reader

Sometimes I can read

Other peoples mind

But most of the time

I cannot even read

My own mind

I do not understand

Other peoples intention

But in heaven you just

Smile with the angels

Whose intention is always

Clear and strait forward

That is why is called heaven