Sinking In

When the energy is lost

You sink into the coma of

Self-reflection steering into that

Strange mirage that pretend to be you

The turbid picture makes a strange impression

Depression and self-pity combined with

Contempt is acid for the soul

Even mindless drinking is better than that

Our mind is constructed with the Thanatos

In mind creating the option of suicide quick

Or slow that takes decades

Only mad action can cure that

Melting

Fading away into an

Unknown landscape

Traveling to a distant

Place, filled with trees, snow

And strange people

It is strange how different

A city can be. Everything is

Vide spatial visible from

Far away

Familiar and yet different

Whom will I be

When I transformed?

A butterfly or a stone

Maybe an enlighten Buddha

Maybe a madman in rugged cloths

This is not me, this is not you

And still unmistakably it is

Time, Mind and Action

Time is a precious commodity

Bought and sold at different

Prices, lost time is forever lost

In time, action taken and

Finally forgotten

Our minds and memories changing

Talkative silence in our head

Whatever once was there is no more

My actions will eventually change

Adopting to the mind of the moment

Without my consent or with my consent

Origami

The night relieves me temporary

Of my fear and anxiety

I will lose a lot of things

The next few days

But I do accept

This

Because I know the love will end

The world as we know it

That makes me rest in my own

Mindlessness and sleep

 

Blank

A moment of peace

Silence in the mind

Just a tired background

Noise inside the head

Nothing, mindlessness

As after sex

Blank

 

At night

I am playing the foul

So I can stay cool

No mind, mindlessness

Is better than mindfulness

Eternal stars visit me

At night

Repeating old stories

As long I stay awake

Losing yourself

I did not know that life could be so slow

When I was young

I did not understand that I was going to make my own nightmares come true

I could feel it but I did not listen to myself

Twenty five years later, Here I am trapped

Into a roleplay, I am always the loser making other people’s silly dreams come true

Other people’s agenda is ruling my life

Every day I fight either to change or to survive

Another day but time is running out and soon it will not matter anymore

I wish to leave it all behind and walk like a man free of burden feeling the warm sand under my feet and hear the eternal roar of angry waves hitting the stones at midnight

Big Ma

Change and overrule

I recommend, do not have any rules

You will be ruled anyway but in other ways

Freedom is restricted but not in the way you think

The answer to your questions are all in the head of gigant turtle

She lives in a part of the Pacific that few men has seen

But sometimes her spirit make journeys in your dreams telling you strange things

From a distant starsystem