Madness

The madness of creation

Has taken hold of me

I enjoy it

Floating along

Angry messy people around me does not

Stop me any more

On Suicide

Once upon a time my grandmother

Tried to commit suicide

She swallowed a huge

Number of yellow pills

That my mother had

Prescribed to her

As the good doctor and daughter

She was at the time

Sleeping pills

My grandfather found her

In bed with the faded light

And traffic noise from

The street below

On a winter afternoon

I was about ten at the time

My mother told me that

It was not my fault

Not so much, just a little

And any way the pills

Would not kill her

Most to blame was my grandfather

Who did not fulfill her wish

Of the perfect summerhouse

I kept those words in memory

Creating new disasters in

The far future

That is now

Destruction

To change is to die a little bit

The bitter taste of wasted time

Sunken costs stench

In your nose

Like burned tires or rotten meat

You had the time

And now you need to

Destroy your past

Burn it all down

While sobbing and getting drunk

On old whisky

The love you had

Has decomposed

You will never be compensated

Forget it all

And let the madness

Take hold of you

Go to the nearest beach

And dip your toes into.

The water

Whatever the temperature

Just do not stay there

Go on and on and on again

And I promise that you will thrive

In the ice cold world that man created

For himself and his lonely God

Bad Times

Dying city

Decaying city

Filled with rich filth

Destroying the mind and body

Slowly burning city

Falling apart at dusk

Armed men

Guarding cautiously and attaching their guns to their frail bodies

In case of other frail men trying to take what little gold

They might have

No cash has any worth any more

Only handouts of food and water

And of course the eternal metal

Shining so bright in our dirty hands

Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within

Nil

The day has turned off

It’s cold and indifferent

Light and turned dark blue

High above the city light

Communicating again

With stars and outer galaxies

With songs and serene messages

Sent long ago from places that

Forever has perished

The present that seems so

Eternal is just a short stunt

A flash in the pan

But for us it’s forever

One of the illusions

We need for accepting

Our meaningless existence

At this very moment

Love will not save us

Neither will the saviour

With his non present,

Presence

One Gray Day

After being abused and used

So many times,

Manipulated

Again and again, my sight

Was clear watching the

Devastated landscape

That once was my life

Not realising that

Goodness is the road to hell

I thought that love would

Heal her wounds but

Trashed people trashes you

And eventually destroys

What they have and love

Here I am trapped by

Doing what I learned

Was right,

That turned out

To be an illusion

So i left

Found other people

Crazy in their own

Ways

And I stand here one year later

Now knowing

Where to start

Just fearing that the way

Is endless

Hell

Hell has its certain flavour

Tastes and fragrance

I am here all the time

Now

Hell is not a hot place

Hell is not a cold place

Hell is absence

Absence of love

Absence of hope

I have been here

Too long

But as an intellectual

It is quite entertaining

Cold sense works