The War Mongers

There are many different

Types of war

Inner and outer

Sometimes they coincide

Sometimes not

But here we are

Waiting for the total war

While we are collecting

White stones on a tiny beach

In the afternoon

Slow Moving Disaster

After a big shock

(It is a never ending sequence)

Here we are

Again and again

Trapped in the turmoil

Conflict of course

Going on again and again

If there only was shadow

And a little bit of water

Some flowers

A Trapped Enigma

The night is not dark

More blue and filled with errors

This is the twilight zone

A place for melancholy

And desire

Long gone memories returning

To the land of the dead

Fear and frozen fingers

Silence and mosquitos

Only the tiny creek

Provides some distracting noise

Listen, listen

Because you will not hear

Anything

Unless you are humble and patient

The forgotten gods is almost gone

Still present in the

White summer night

Cold Water

When the anxiety gets

Too mighty

Too strong and powerful

Like a river of rage

And fear

Cold, cold river

Like in the far north

Where the trees will not grow

One try to survive

It is hard and confusing

Just being here

Eventually it might work

At the moment

I am under the ice

Looking for open water

And bluer skies

The Words

I have no hope and no fear

Just a feeling of being free

Free like Kazantzakis

Reading the writings on the dirty wall

Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete

A game of words

Leading to this conclusion

Still so tempting for

The tired mind

New Skies

Outside and inside

What we are

What we could be

This is it

This is now

Still changing into

Something different

Not like now but still

We are never the same

We never enter the same

River twice

The sun shines

Whatever happens

Doggerland

The coast is lost

The safe haven gone

The rising water

Changed everything

Our beloved land

Now under water

For thousand of years

To come,

Hiding our monuments

And our ancestors dreams

The barren cliffs and marshes

Will be ours to keep

Fighting the sea and

The others

Drifting Away

Falling over and you find yourself

In the middle of the stream

The danger is as greatest there

Strong and vigil it takes you

Under the surface in to the black current

Surviving is only possible while

Drifting of in cold water to the edge

Wash your body ashore on the rocky beach

Warm Water

Frozen spring

Broken sunlight

Destroyed hope

Awaiting solution

No time to think

Trying to get my mind

Together against all odds

This will not change

But this life has to change

Water streaming around me

Warm water in a cold place

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