A Journey Through the City

Having no peace of mind

I went through the city

The rain had just started

Arriving at the square

Crowded with people

Some with masks

But most without

Drinking beer and congregating

The tedious quarantine

Had been to no avail

We went on like life was

Normal but still very strange

A lot of old people dying

Inside secluded institutions

Filling up the morgue

And keeping the undertakers busy

The almost empty underground

And few old people in the street

Keeping their distance

Told us that

The summer that would be different

The journey then became one of fear

And curiosity

We did not know why we were here

And what our role would be

All bets seemed open

The No Love City

I travel through the gray

City of no love

Greed and need built this town

Work and fear kept this place

For the power of the king by the grace of God

It Forced the people together

Poverty and starvation

Misery and the will to work

And here we are in the

Big gray city

Where love has died

Still it is very pretty

A honey trap for

The fly

Contemplative Self Destruction

Here we are in this dirty place

The people that we are

Are the ones we hated yesterday

We despise ourself

Because in our own eyes

We are failures

Creatures not worth living

We thought that we had

All the answers but this is not the case

We are losers

Soon dead

Leaving the world

To be destroyed

By the more successful

Of our stupid spices

Spring In November

Rainy days in the city

No end in sight

The rain is

Making the soil

Fertile and full of life

A sentry letter in the gutter

The streets filled with water

And people with umbrellas

Hiding away from the

Relentless rain

In The Human Maze

Mystic city

Falling apart and being rebuilt

Life is centred around

Fear and pleasure

Lust and shame

All the spectra of

Human emotions

Filled with ambition and frustration

Opportunities and self destruction

Hand in hand

We do not live together but beside one another

The Rugged Man

Ruffling through and around

About to do something illegal

While being terrible drunk

I am here and always part of

The picture

The city can’t live without

My breath or reek of alcohol

And sometimes amphetamine

Keeps me going

My life will eventually be cut short

By the cold and the drugs

Maybe Jesus will save me

Maybe not,

When I am gone someone

Else almost identical

Will replace me

Big Money Tech

Outside the comfort zone

In the tech startup world

People with suits and suitcases

Trying to make the

Great big breakthrough

Filling your life with quick big cash

Crashing or selling

Who knows?

The game is plain and still so hard

Optimised for crashing or running

In an Unstable world

The ego centred males passionately

Acting in their own short self interest

What a world we are living in

Blind for all other things like the

Flowers by the road

Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

A Memorial To The Sun

The sun brings up memories of happier days

That will not return with or without the sun

A cold and intensive light colors the morning

Time is forever, because the time to change

Has gone away long time ago

All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running

I will not solve anything because the block

Is bigger than me, stronger than me,

Eventually it will kill me