Wrath

Being angry

Does not solve

Anything

Still it feels

So good,

I love wrath

True righteous anger

Giving such a strength

And motivation

Unfortunately it goes away

Too quickly

Leaving a feeling of burnout

And empty mind

On Causes

A lost cause

Is still a great cause

To go down with

Lost causes are not always lost

In the light of history

Keep on working

Building that bridge

On day we might

All drive over it

Without considering

The effort that once

Made it possible

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

The True Loser

What is the conclusion

From experience

Is that

All my life

I have been

A loser

I accept that

Whatever I do

I will be lost

Before I tried to be

A part of your society

Now it does not matter

Anymore

Your survival is your problem

I will soon be gone

Camping out

With the dinosaurs

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”