Erased

Stormy night, rainy day

The conflict went on and on

With no end in sight

We fought our internal war

For many, many years

Slowly drowning

While the world watched

Our agony in ignorance

And apathy

Erasing us from its memory

Forever

Patterns of recognition

Breaking free is a good thing

It makes you feel well

For some time

And than after that time

The past patterns

Eventually gets back

To you again

When you meet one person

That is sick and stay with her

She will get you there

Almost exactly the same place

As before

Touché

Shopping

The city is filled with people trying to sell you things, lifestyle, coke or their own life story (true or fake) The crazy art of selling nothing for something to someone. I try to avoid this place since I am out of money.

But new strange things happen and curiosity hunts the cat. A wonder formula for selling was being sold. Big audience of the same people hearing the same things as soo many times before. And then the disappointment of being there to listen on a 4 hour sales pitch.

Substance yes a little bit, credibility none. why does so many sales people trying to fool you? When I left the people of city had left and I did not buy a thing only enjoying the small green leafs on trees this late spring

 

May, my, you, they

Looking for a reason to have hope

But I do not find any

It is just the same

But thirty years later

I am older not wiser

Less prospects not more

Alone I came to face the world

And the world is ugly

Even in May

Agenda

Sometimes we fail to realize what´s in  front of us

It is only after years have past that we are able to see

The crocked and ridicules in being ruled by other peoples

Agenda and this not because we lack awareness but because

We lack hope for a better future