The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen

Stress

Running around the city

Like fool trying to find

Hope and prosperity

It is mostly lost in sight

My mind is empty

Feeling the stress again

How can one succeed

When the head is empty

And the thoughts are

Running in circles

Waiting for things

To go really bad

No AI

Driving my car in a crazy way

Through the crowded city

Raging against the machine

The monster that controls us

The collective beehive

I don’t want to leave my control

To some boring self driving car

Love taking risk, being innovative

Creative

Why should I leave that nice

Illusion of being in control

For a moralising boring

Beast?

Rusty Water

Underground the light is always tepid

The wall and floor covered in dust

Silence and relentless movements

Travels around the city like waves

On a stormy ocean 🌊

The water of the rock is still dripping

As a remainder to the human

A temporary intruder after a billion years

Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

A Memorial To The Sun

The sun brings up memories of happier days

That will not return with or without the sun

A cold and intensive light colors the morning

Time is forever, because the time to change

Has gone away long time ago

All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running

I will not solve anything because the block

Is bigger than me, stronger than me,

Eventually it will kill me

Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching

Sleepless Light

Life in the city can be

Like a sleepless night

There is always something

Going on, somewhere

People moving around, walking,

Biking, begging, drinking, making out

Or living in their mobile screen slowly

Losing their mind and soul to the big monster

That is Internet

Getting lost and being abused by

The big five

This ultimate madness that drives humanity

Into the dance of death

With it self late in the Holocene

Glorious City

The city always the city

Hiding in it’s glory and

Trivial architecture from

The last century

Here a long time ago

People had the purpose

And meaning to build

A better world

Now it is mostly

Your own profit

That matters

Only the ice

Remains the same

The Center

Freezing in the afternoon breeze

The setting sun changes the colour

Of the city giving an illusion of ancient

History that didn’t exist

The calm, slick atmosphere of the

Administrative building

So frustrating in its denial

And lack of a soul

Promises a future

That is doomed and fears

For it’s own shadow

I am that shadow