The Initial Journey

All the way into heaven

I travel inside out

Into the inner black hole

Deep inside is the

Outside of universe

There there are a little girl

Being inside my mind

Leading my to places

Never seen before

Far beyond heavens

Little door

God is a tiny dwarf

Keeping his small plot

Of heaven in his hand

But there are other stars

Around

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

Distressed

Stress is a bad thing

It makes you lose

Concentration and changes

Your perception

Suddenly you are lost

And unable to change

Before it is to late

Dramatic and inflexible

On the road to disaster

Still this pattern is so deeply

Ingrained in us

Doing our best, resulting

In the worst outcome

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

Sunshine

The inner freedom might be

The only one, but outside

Here there are none

The only way to change is

Not to change,

A conundrum

Sad places of the mind

Eternal sadness and a

Great wound

Still so peaceful

In the rain

Madman

I am sick

I have an illusion

That I am able

To accomplish

Anything in this world

A very bad virus

That runs in my blood

In the family

Have to eat medicin

To stop the will to change

Have to drink

Have to work

Have to run

Have to fight

Have to be depressed

Just I don’t try to change

Anything in this world

It is all OK

The danger

Is change

Everyone tells me

Everything has to be

The same

Forever and ever

But they eat their hart out

Sorry

Just mention it

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

Getting Lost

To wiggle thorough existens

To get lost somewhere

Another bar, library, beach

Anywhere for the peace of mind

Closing the eyes

And enjoy