Words, Words, Words

The meaning is lost

In all those words

Wasted away on trying

To understand and seeing

Meaning in trivia and empty

Words and again more words

Soon the night will fall

Eventually

Game of Words

I play a game with you

You play a game with me

I pretend to write

You pretend to read

Maybe will see

Something new to be

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

In the Beginning Was Emptiness

Then came word

But The magic works best in writing

Changing the reality

Word by word

In a country that is focused on writing

The text as a holy grail

But words can be seen as a way

To avoid change and development

Words of man, act of God

Writers Pain

Every time you

Write is a painful

Process

The words and subject

Do not come easy

They just come

With a lot of pain

And agony

But eventually

The words turn

To meaning

Letters to text

At a high price

Fragmented Message

Lost in a foreign world somewhere

In between dream and reality

The danger of being trapped

Forever in the country of deep grey skies

I have no hope of change in the world

No hope of changing myself

Only being in a different part, situation,relation

Might help

Or not

I cannot change

The weather

I cannot change

The world

I cannot change

Your way of  being

I cannot even

Change myself

In a significant way

So how am I going

To change the life

Of all the Pandas in

The world?

Your Words

Overworked, tired

Full of contractions and contradictions

The information and understanding

Of my predicament that you have

Your words made me stop and think

Feeling deadly tired like a wounded animal

I retreat to my cave

I do not want to be part of your world anymore

Still I will