Life

Trying to deal

With the pain

Life is a paradox

Love and loneliness

Take turns

Like in a dance

Our past Surrounds us

We are here

For a short time

Use that time well

What To Do

What do we do

When life

Hit us hard enough

When our patterns

Get the best of us

How to survive defeat and loss?

Only then the things that cannot

Be measured might save us

Like art, running or

Just being outside

In the miracle

That is nature

Killing Hills

The canons had just been silent

After a day of hard work

Killing people on the other side

We walked silently

Down the street

Watching the carnage from afar

Like in a dream,

The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood

All over the place

It was a that time to late anyway

To do anything about it

Being hardened by the war

Did not stop the slow breaking

Slow destruction of the soul

That would last for many years

The Middle of Life

Another night of self doubt passed

After an evening filled with quarrel

It was not so much love left

This life has taken its toll

Living for a long time on low energy

And little money

Very Surprisingly

The mind is quickly

Recovering in the

Lig of the rising sun

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

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