Frozen Land

The sun has returned

To the north

Shining a cold

White light upon us

Ignorant and indifferent

Without within

Some days nothing

Today is Sunday

A hopeless Sunday

With a little light

And a long earned

Spring to long for

Suburban Hell

This is like living in hell

This is hell

Welcome

Welcome to the slow death

Between clean sheets and blackened windows

Welcome to die my friend

Here you will not by war

Only by the war in the mind

Here it does not matter

Here you do not matter

Here nothing is important

Except

Safety, security, profit

For the wealthy

Here we found the solution

To everything

But never mind

Welcome to white hell of the north

Were the sun loses its heat

And the hope is deep frozen

Welcome to our emotional tundra

Forever and ever

This will not change

Never mind the summer

Or the heat wave

We conquer the human mind
We have all the answers

Welcome to our pleasant hell

In the north

We are so good here

We do everything right by the book

Here in Hellville

Ignoring Universe

The night is cold

And hostile

Only ice and moonlight

The stars ignores

The little planet and

It’s common sun

The end is far away

Unless we make it the end

But until then

It does not matter

That much

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy

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

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

Sun

The sun is still here

The days are longer

But without meaning

No answers are given

No questions asked

Just the cold wind

Touching your skin

The Desert

A cold and windy place,

The desert seemed eternal

Like the ice on a lake in the winter

People in an empty place

Moving around like flies

Just existing in an artificial

Space

 

 

Night Light

This dark winter Sunday

When the daylight

Leaves us Frozen and cold

It is Like being on the bottom

Of the sea

Lost among strange and

Colorful creatures

Eating each other