Creative Self Destruction

Remembering all the loses

I had in my life

The incomplete feeling of

Being incompetent

Being in the wrong place

The wrong time

All the time!

What matters is

The things that gives

Strength and hope

No problems are solved

By self destruction

Inner Battle

Fighting an inner enemy

A game that cannot be

Won at any moment

Fighting myself

I turn out to be the

Loser whatever

I do

Runes

Writing was once

A privilege of the few

Few words remains

Mostly carved in stone

Telling about men

That died long time ago

Few can read those

Carved letters

From another time

The Poets Lamentation

Poetry is always a lost cause

No money no readers and

Very little encouragement

We poets are like the Albatros

Free in the Wind but lost

Onboard the ship that is

The rest of humanity

So, yes Baudelaire is right

We poets are not that good

In taking a fight

But here we are

This our time

On earth

Playful Afternoon

Inside the bubble

Outside real life

Larger than life

Small minds growing rich

With money and confidence

A great way to live your life

Love is what you need

Money is what you get

Or loses because of

Lack of love