On The Moon

Late at night

Long time ago

A man landed

On the moon

He did see the light

Found no one to fight

And then went home

But forgot his phone

So next time you go to

The moon, please

Bring back his philosophy ne

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever

Breaking Glass

Growing slowly

Buds that are opening

Themselves,

Flowers and leaves

Hope and fainting

Memories of lost summers

The sun changes everything

And nothing

Every year is a new revival

A new destruction

Relentlessly and without mercy

At noon

Haunted Soul

Trying to deal

With the impossible;

The probably future

And the horrors of the past

The memories has come to

Haunt the tired mind again

Sequences repeating itself

Again and again

Peace, happiness, passion

Are lost dreams

Searching for renewed

Meaning in late afternoon

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path