On Time

Times move on and on

No stop will ever come

Just a precaution presence

Of the dead

When we pass away

Suddenly like

An unpleasant surprise

Lamentations From The Coast

Feeling very lost

At the moment

Time flied away

And here I am

An old wrinkled man

Without future or past

Just an eternal now

A present path

Of decay and inhibitions

Until the sea carries me away

The True Loser

What is the conclusion

From experience

Is that

All my life

I have been

A loser

I accept that

Whatever I do

I will be lost

Before I tried to be

A part of your society

Now it does not matter

Anymore

Your survival is your problem

I will soon be gone

Camping out

With the dinosaurs

Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Afterlife

When we are gone

We become

Just ideas

A fantasy in the mind of the other

An example or a dear memory

But this is not us

We are so much more

The Death of The Good Man

The frustration merges

After a long time

To strength not

Anger anymore

Crying does not matter anymore

I never asked to live here

Or even to be born at all

It is just pain and plain numbness

Humiliation and exploitation

I don’t want to save or help anymore

It is just a reason for other people

To take advantage of you

Mourning

The mild and merciful creature that created us

Did not think on love or aesthetics

Only practical matters, letting us share

Every organ for this and for that

Beauty and beastly needs combined in various ways

No sentimentality, when you are dead

No more talking, no mobile calling to heaven

A one way street with few if any coming back to tell

Sad story leaving us behind to mourn and remember

Only our resilience might save us for a while

From getting lost and meeting the inevitable end

In a bad way

Loop

Sitting in the company of quiet old men

Reading their iPhones for meaning and comfort

While the music keeps humming together

Whit the bakery’s fridge in a very in easy way

We are waiting for the time to go

The time to go to the end

The sun shines through the dirty window

And enlighten our dreams that

Are as dusty as our mind

As rotten as the worst boat you

Can find

It won’t take us anywhere but here

Catch in our own loop

Turning round and round

The end is not near just no need

For fear our hope

Here in our loop

Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door

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