Present Future

We are here

Trapped in time and circumstances

Hating one another

Just being present

Is painful

This is not leaving me

No I am to weak to leave

And to strong to die

So it is in between

Limbo rules my life

Until it’s end in a

Hidden room

Many years from now

The Second Night

The second night came and
Sleep fell over me
I could see the stars
As I entered someone else’s head
A man that had long been dead
His memories, beautiful and true
Living as a herd, a man of the land
I followed him for many years
Moving cattle in Brittany
In the 18th century
But the wind in the
Trees took me away from his
Efforts and misery

Being Connected

The first night

After the angel had left

Two men came into my head

While I was laying in my bed

They told me

I would soon be dead

Praying for my life

I took that fight

With hand, feet and fists

I tried to get away

But they had the strength

One of them put

A noose round

My neck

And very soon

I was really dead

Leaving that dark room behind

The memories started

To grind

And I did not sleep that night

Preparing for next nights fight

The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

Creatures of the Night

I open up the door

There they were

All the creatures of the night

That for many years had filled me with fright

Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch

We created you and you created us

But like bees and butterflies

We nurture you and when we gone

A sad place this earth will be

You just wait and see

Nightmare Territory

The day has turned into night

The evening was filled with

Frustration and fear

The options are few

When anxiety looms

At every conversation

When your friends

Becomes a foe

Again and again

Dysfunctional patterns

Repeating themselves forever and ever

In a very dull pattern

I will not save my self

But suffer, fail and die

As this is what I am supposed to do

Repeating generations of tragedy

The earth is black, the soil brown

Clay underneath and at the bottom

The hard solid rock