The city is a cold place in the winter
Wind, snow, ice and closed doors
Limits what is possible
Creates a sour bitter depression
Lasting long into the rainy summer
The Winter City
Lonely Running Time
Lonely forever and ever
That is my nature
All those people passing by
Without me knowing why
All those important things
That has to be done
Without any reason why
There is a stream in time
That everything has to be done
Now, or just before now
Run,run and run
Your life will not be fun
Nothing needs to be done
It is just an illusion of our
Time
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City of the Living Dead
White city of death
Were I was born
Sobbing in the
Mellow mix of
Rain and snow
Blinding us
From seeing the fact
That we should not
Live here
In the far north
The snow keeps falling
We keep freezing
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Nil
The day has turned off
It’s cold and indifferent
Light and turned dark blue
High above the city light
Communicating again
With stars and outer galaxies
With songs and serene messages
Sent long ago from places that
Forever has perished
The present that seems so
Eternal is just a short stunt
A flash in the pan
But for us it’s forever
One of the illusions
We need for accepting
Our meaningless existence
At this very moment
Love will not save us
Neither will the saviour
With his non present,
Presence
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Late Places
Lost spaces in the crowded city
Places to visit for memory or
Out of desperation,
The crowds has moved on
Below in their dirty cars
I stand on the bridge
Trying to remember
The lost river
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The City
Fear drives
The city forward
Fear of accidents
Thieves, crazy people
Tricksters and fraudsters
Psychopaths and psychiatrists
Employers and abusers
All those traps that hide
Behind the facade of the city
All the cameras, barbed wire, walls
fences, guards will not do
The more safety the less secure you
Will feel
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Revenge
To forgive is not easily done
Memories comes back
The perpetrator well off rich
Do not regret but celebrate
His act still after thirty years
The memory remains
An open wound
I don’t love, I do not hate
I realize that
I will not make it
I messed it up
I do not seek to forgive
I do not seek forgiveness
Anymore, just strength
To make it through
The day
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Christmas in Dubrovnik
Moving through the highly risky
Terrain in a lush green forest
Above the old city
I remembered
The war more than 10 years ago
Still visible with all its
Shellmarks making
Roses on the ground
Telling a distant story
Of terror and death
The war had just ended
At Christmas, just a
Shell fired in the afternoon
From the enemy in order to
Make their presence known
Later that night
The captain shot
His girlfriend in a bar
Not far from the Hotel
The scars lingers under the surface
But surface
Cosmetic beauty that money can buy
Is what you will see
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Chicago
I came to Chicago
Filled with sinful desires
A crossroad became my destiny
Lost and haunted by the ghost
Of the big city by the blue lake
I retreated back
Not any wiser
But still filled
With desire
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Freedom Drive
Driving around the empty city
Feeling happy
Because of a little stolen time
The Christmas chimera soon
To be gone as a hallucinogenic
Luna Park at Burning man
The short gray days has stolen
All energy and hope
Still the night offers great remorse
As I drive through the empty streets
Early in the black afternoon
