Interregnum

The city, great and prosperous

Leaves no stone

Untouched for profit

Temporary empty

The people went on holiday

And the grey confined buildings

Remains as a memory of better or

Worse times to come or go

The City On The Hill

The road to the obscured city

Was not even paved

Only the donkey I met

Encouraged me to carry on

The inhabitants had mostly

Left long time ago

Finding more profitable

And happy life’s elsewhere

Only the old people remained

Biding their time

Overlooking the sea for prey

A Gain

A day full of nightmares

Daymares

A strange city

Filled with rich angry people

Honking their horns

All the time

Let me go back

To sleep the reality

Again

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

Distant Journey

Out of energy

Lost in foreign land

I traversed the suburbs

Of the rich, the poor and

The dead in all their

Fragrance

Reaching

The point of the city’s

Resurrection late in the afternoon

Waiting for the miracle

To take place

Spring In November

Rainy days in the city

No end in sight

The rain is

Making the soil

Fertile and full of life

A sentry letter in the gutter

The streets filled with water

And people with umbrellas

Hiding away from the

Relentless rain

In The Human Maze

Mystic city

Falling apart and being rebuilt

Life is centred around

Fear and pleasure

Lust and shame

All the spectra of

Human emotions

Filled with ambition and frustration

Opportunities and self destruction

Hand in hand

We do not live together but beside one another

The Rugged Man

Ruffling through and around

About to do something illegal

While being terrible drunk

I am here and always part of

The picture

The city can’t live without

My breath or reek of alcohol

And sometimes amphetamine

Keeps me going

My life will eventually be cut short

By the cold and the drugs

Maybe Jesus will save me

Maybe not,

When I am gone someone

Else almost identical

Will replace me

Blue Hope

Dreams of a city

Clear black smoke

Coming out of a window

Lost souls finding redemption

I did fight the fire for a while

Until I realised that the meaning

Were not there anymore

The soul had left the body so

I left to

Finding peace in the country