Metamorfosis

The night is white

Enlighten by the snow

And thousands of lamppost

A cold wind blows

filled with moisture

The clouds travels

Hastily from the west

On the street black shadows passing by

A reminder of the changeable

 

Existens

Sea

The sea is eternal

Waves and water

The same

Since billion years

We are the one

That changes

Not the water

The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

Servitude

Fighting a hopeless war

Losing on all sides

Still it keeps me standing

Hoping to stay out of servitude

So tired, really tired

Serving the need of others

Their lazy life tears me apart

Their fulfilment of repeating

Destructive pattern are destructive

I wish I had been different myself

Meeting oneself in others trashes me

To pieces, still I try to purify myself

In this cesspool, this fountain of dirt

The Stage

Playing on the big stage outside

A place where light and shadow never stands still

Life is always moving, changing

Developing the sensitivity for that

Is an art form

Natural and ever changing light

The essence of who we are

Changes and becomes

Open ended direction

In the eternal changing light

Keeping the Wake

You keep me

Awake at night

Complaining for

This and that

Always blaming

It is never your fault

Throwing the children

Around like they are

Pawns for you

Which they are for you

But not for me

In the end

You know I will

Leave you

Relationship can

Never be built

On grievances

Late Conclusions

The party is over

Since long time

The people left

Forgetting what

They left behind

Worn down leftovers

Fighting the wind, rain and snow

Changing color as the green mold

Takes over, a small community of

Different plants and creatures

Soon other tables and people will take over

Or not, it does not matter

The relationship, however not clear will always

Remain as an anchor and hope

Something

Let me have hope

Something to live for

Not my country, not my family

Not myself

Something more

Out of order and moral

Just something more

Than old books and outworn ideas

That destroy our world right now

Just something

 

Miracles 

I am waiting for a miracle 

That I know 

Will never happen 

I am still calm

Maybe I don’t 

Need miracles

Anymore