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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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