Breaking Out

Life has its strict

Limitations options

The older you get

The fewer options

You have

But only when it comes

To conventional action

We can always break that

Into something different

Get out of your frame

The No Love City

I travel through the gray

City of no love

Greed and need built this town

Work and fear kept this place

For the power of the king by the grace of God

It Forced the people together

Poverty and starvation

Misery and the will to work

And here we are in the

Big gray city

Where love has died

Still it is very pretty

A honey trap for

The fly

This Morning

A long journey always starts

With a few steps

It is like this is it

This morning

When the eternal

Nocturnal light of the north

Gives the illusion of day

In the middle of the night

Midnight Poem

The turning point

Was not a turning point

Just a reason to move on

In the same direction

Restless and relentless

Trying to solve

The same problem

The same way as before

The Poem at midnight

Will not tell you that story

Again, sorry