No Vision

It is possible

To live without hope

Prospect of a future

You just follow

The flow and the moment

Eventually we end up lonely

But the true

Conundrum is to rise again

Find meaning and purpose

Somber Field Exercise

Sometimes life is just destructive

Everything falls apart

When you give up

Playing a game of chess

Blindfolded

Have to remember every

Move I make

And only guess

The action of my enemy

Of course I am losing

But still the memories

Keeps me going

Until that day

When the blindfold

Is removed

The Great Illusion

Reality is the best thing

Still a really great illusion

So many holes in our perception

We change ways and our mind

Is always lost in that situation

We are lost in ourselves

Whatever we do

Our mind is our prison

Re

Forgetting to Remember

We all need nurture

Finding hope and connection

With other people

For some this is easy

For other this is hard

I start from the beginning

Every day

And still this is not true

But it feels that way

Therefore

Remember to forget

Forget to remember

Triage

Waking up an early morning

The light is the same

Everything else is different

The selection of people has started

Being very obvious still surprising

We are numbered, separated

Then going back to our normal life

Pretending it never happened

Some of being gone though

The old and infirm

Especially hiding in the shadow

Avoiding attention

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

By the Sea

My Memories is like

The walls of a crumbling

Castle by the sea

Most details are lost

Washed out into the sea

Some things remains

In tatters broken

By time and ignorance

Slowly slowly

I mend my castle again

Waiting for the next storm

My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me

Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order