The Mad Gurus Thought

Wisdom is a strange thing

When you think that you

Got it,

You don’t

That is an illusion

Being smart is like killing all the fish with dynamite

Killing everything and everyone

Being wise you have a net with big holes that let

The small fish grow big

But maybe even that isn’t wise enough

Feeding the fish, let it grow is better

But the best thing

Is to stay on

The land

Growing your carrots

A Lovers Note

Love is a

Changing

Game and

A place

To find comfort

Food for the soul

Peace of mind

And a good reason

To take action

A looming madness

Take cover

I am the Problem

The problem is rising

It is me

And I cannot solve it

Since I am the very problem

But for whom?

Well,

If I do I will die

Since I am the problem

I am not me

I am the problem

The trash that you

Stash away

You don’t like me

You will have more of me

Solve me and I melt away

Like snow a sunny day

It seems like an insurmountable

Gigantic iceberg that has

Taken over my mind and soul

Cannot do it

I will not do it

Only escape the pain

That has been my life

Part of my life for so long

Looked up, looked in

And eventually I will

Succumb

Or just melt away

And appear in a different

Form and not what I

Once was

A problem

Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space