Off the track

What? and why?
There are no
Sensible answer
To those questions
You have your own
Fantasy to stick to
Whatever the reality
Happens to be
Sinking through
The muddy waters
Of illusions

Life

Fighting for my life
It is still some time
My life slowly bleeding
Away in the gutter
But
Still….

I keep standing and start
Running
Until the blue morning light
is visible again

The art of dying and defying

The danger of staying is obvious

Still I remain here stubborn as ever

Defient as ever

Me a lost old man

Not in his body

My mind is elsewhere

far far into the future

I know what happened

I lived through so many

future war, I lived through so many

good times and bad

being reincarnated is a bitch

and suicide is not the answer

just a new role to play

somewhere else on this

blue planet

filled with folly

and all forms of life

like a perverted caleidoscope

On The Other side

Now I am on the other side
of the sea
The other side
Were the boots used to be
Here On the other side where everything´s

is different and odd

Now I am here on the wrong side
of things

before I were there

and now me too

My face in the mirror

I have no power
no will 
just time to act
on yesterdays problems
Breading  bad rumors
by telling all these lies
about myself 
compensating all
shortcomings 
still the sun shines
on me

Fallen Fruit

Heavy and not far
falls
the fruit from the tree
It is not my life
after all
I failed now
so many times
to change anything in my fate
and this made me so frustrated
but never mind
this is my life
now
and there is
no much to about it
The sun still shines
and the leaves are
green in the end of May

 

Eternal outsider

Outside
Inside
Upside
Downside
Close your eyes and then…
Run, run, run
Talk, talk, talk
Listen
Smile, Smile, Smile
Run, run, run

Go home
Sleep
Then forget everything about it

 

Blocked

I am blocked
I cannot deal
with this anymore

Year after year
the same problem
and the same
inability
to do anything
about it

Deep in my heart
there are so much pain
I do not know why anymore
never mind
This might not be important

No

No!

This is my answer to you
There will be no
compromise or false lies
The rain has stopped 
falling

Northern light

Rainy days
Bad days
why did I return
this was never my city
It´s heart is made of stone
all year around is cold
the light in the winter is weak
the light in the summer night is bleak
We the cold people in the north
dead before we lie in our graves
I rather fail elsewhere 
but here I am
without money
without hope
of a better tomorrow
I can only look out of the window
into the grey dusk and the tiny raindrops
forming intricate patterns