Shadowland

Running away from my shadow

Into the land of shadows

Embracing the darkness

The obscurity of the mind

And a feeling of dizziness

While trying to figure out

How to survive in this

Land of the night

Naked Boy

Being naked in the city

Is not that pleasant

Not in January

At least

My friend told me

I woke up one day

In a dark alley

And had to look

For my clothes

At least some

Rags or a plastic bag

To cover me

People laugh or ignored me

Eventually I manage to

Sneak in a take the subway

Home to my dreadful suburb

And just as the train passed

The bridge

I woke up soaked in sweat

Not a pleasant dream

But at least I know

What to do if I wake up

Naked in a dark alley

Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space

Regrets

How I regret that I

Survived the war

I could be dead

Long time ago

Resting peacefully

In the memory

Of a few

So much better

So much better

Karma

But the winter

Is long as life

Itself

Bad Times

Dying city

Decaying city

Filled with rich filth

Destroying the mind and body

Slowly burning city

Falling apart at dusk

Armed men

Guarding cautiously and attaching their guns to their frail bodies

In case of other frail men trying to take what little gold

They might have

No cash has any worth any more

Only handouts of food and water

And of course the eternal metal

Shining so bright in our dirty hands