Morning has broken

But the day will never

Come

Only the proxy

Some daylight and then dusk

We pretend that everything is

Normal

Going on in our daily routines

But the light tells us something

Is very wrong

The darkness come and overtakes us all

Now and then but this is different

Very different

Something much more sinister

Stakeholders

At last

The stakes were always high

I had a short momentum

Lost it

Regain it

Lost it again

Time passed and I am still here

Not ceasing to exist

Never, ever

Until the end

Battlefield

I fight an uneven battle
I know that I will never
Win

Life is short
Soon it will be gone
Leaving the wind
Behind me on my
Battlefields

Summer surprised us
Left us all dusty and
thirsty for more
Victories
But now the snow
falls and hands are
getting cold and weak

Still I will run thins
Autumn of my days
In hope for surrender
But who will it be?

Our fear

The fear lives inside us

We carry it with us like a handbag

Sometimes it is strong like a gigantic man

Other times it is just nagging us

But we can never walk away

Quick as a snake when called

It distort our action and cripples the mind

And sometimes save our lives

 

 

Out in the open

Open fieldDeep down in the mud

There is a slumbering universe

Things to come and old memories

Lays buried here

The landscape open fields telling us about

Ancient and long forgotten battles

Under the snow new life is growing

Communicating stories

For those with open eyes and knowledge

Wednesday morning

The street had the usual colors, gray, black tarmac and dirty brown plaster. The usual copy and paste buildings from the drawing board of long dead architects in art noveau  style. The strait pompous street was oversized made for parades, tanks and trams (none of them present at the moment). Instead the steps of thousends of people and hushed conversation filled the air. The sunshine were dimmed by smoke from people making fire at to keep warm during the freezing  night. The street itself had potholes and some of the facades were missing. It was then I saw the boy, he could have been maybe seven, his black eyes starred out on the street with fear while he was hugging what must have been his grandmother and would not let her go.  Later that day the grenades would fall again on the pompous street and some more people would die.

Revolution Returns Reactionary

Today 43 years ago in another country

A revolution took place

The young had gotten tired of war

Tired of the old rule and wanted something new

What  type of new they wanted

That was not certain but something different

And everything changed

But not in a way anybody expected

Different yes, from a strong man with mad ideas

to a tired bureaucracy without vision or hope

From a poor people to not so poor people

From being a colonial power to being a province

In the great federation of old and tired people

Without courage

A victory for the revolution?

Yes, very much so for what could be better than

Growing your own garden under the sun

The Lost Kingdom

Once upon a time I had my own kingdom

I ruled everything, build houses, bridges

and railways

The king made alliances and held festivities

Most often the other animals and people in

The kingdom were happy

Then one day my mother told me that we have

To move and the kingdom was lost forever

Replaced by plastic solider fighting world war two

And maps dealing with invasions, occupation and

Blood

The world changed and I went away to other wars

In the real world or was it real?

War in the mind

Sometimes life is just miserable

I am a prisoner of my own comfort

There is no excuse

Soon I will be gone

And it will be ok

Life is not worth that much

Just a spark in the pan

Then we are all gone forever

 

Knowledge

Confused and very tired

Trying to fight the sleep

Looking out the window

And the day is bleak

Trying to pull myself together

Trying to do the things I don´t like

Feeling like i am being fooled

But by whom?

By them, you, me or life itself?

I do not know

The only thing that I do know

This very gray day

Is that I can learn

But only what I can accommodate

In my very tired mind