Draconian

Cold and hopeful

Flowers of the Baltic

In early spring

Pretending not to live

Where the land is closer to the

North Pole than Spain

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

Glorious City

The city always the city

Hiding in it’s glory and

Trivial architecture from

The last century

Here a long time ago

People had the purpose

And meaning to build

A better world

Now it is mostly

Your own profit

That matters

Only the ice

Remains the same

View of Death

The bridge takes you high above the black water

Avoiding the cold and treacherous ice

That will let you down into the cold void

Every winter a few people dies falling into

The black universe under the ice

Fear and curiosity mix

Sometimes safe, the risks are great

Water giving and taking life

All the time

The Windy Road

The vision is not

Always clear

Especially at night

After not sleeping

But the road continues

Not always conscious

But still we aim moving

Forward to a place

Where thriving is more

Part of life

Than surviving

The Unknown

Beyond the obvious

Beyond the creeks

There is always the

Unknown

Terra Incontigo,

The land of the strange

Headfooters and dragons

A savage place where the cannibals

Live and thrive

Or maybe it is just another suburb

Just as gray and rainy

As this one

Disoriented

When living

Life itself is

Creating pain

Inside me all the

Disappointments of

Being unable to

Achieve any of my dreams

I am still here in the north

Disoriented of directions

Pouring Down

The grey sky is wide open

Pouring down it’s frustration

Filling puddles and street

With wet sullied wastewater

Brown, gray even black water

Going down sour

You on the other hand

Call me to throw up your

Deep frustration

Just like the dark sky

Over us