Wrecking The Boat

Sometimes we become trapped

In the past

While life moves on

Confused

We are trying the old patterns,

Ways and tricks

But to no avail

We are starting to sink

And the only way

Is to keep swimming

The destruction did not

Make us wise but kept us going

With as much as we could carry

Only to end up almost naked

At the beach, starting all over

Again and again

Until we perished into the

The cold, deep blue

Baltic

Message of Change

This year, like last year

In this cold and damp

Country

We had the earliest and

longest summer

Ever known

The woods started burning

And the grass turned brown

Already in May, the cattle

Had to be slaughtered

Because of the drought

It is a great illusion

That nothing will

Change or is changing

This summer is also

Comes early

We do not need to

Continue this road of

Self destruction

This summer one month

Earlier than normal

Changes everything

The great illusion

Is believing that our

World will not change

being here

But being there,

Paradise

The sky changed colour

Became dirt gray

More than hundred people

Died that day trying to leave

Paradise the city in California

Was burning, only one way out

Everybody trying to leave

At the very same time

Their souls and body

Surrounded us in the city

As a sad memory

Remaining us that we cannot

Change so easy

A paradox of the mind

Clouds In The Sky

A heavy cloud filled the sky

With a new form and colour

Contains all that we fear

Pouring radioactive material

Over the land

For many years

We could not eat

The fish and berries

From the forest

But memories are short

And we are heading

For the next disaster

Like slow walking

Zombies

Creative Destruction

Long time has passed since

1598, 1808 or even 1939

The war is approaching

It is in some ways already here

Destabilising, aggressive action

We invited it by being

Ideologically blinded

Filled with cliches and lies

Now we are losing time quarrelling,

Saving money, Saving action

In order to keep inflation low and profit high

Not ready, not prepared, waiting

For the disaster to happen

Fire

Far out in the west

The fire has started

The long summer

Is coming to an end

Paradise not far from

Hell town

Has caught fire

Killing hundreds

We breathe the

Smoke through our

Masks and hoping

For it all to go away

We know well

This is just the

Start

A Madman’s Wisdom

As being the madman

In the game

I eventually realised

That the sane were mad

And that my version of reality

Happened to be the true one

Just saying this in the early morning

As the light shines through the window

Even after a disasters

I did see it coming

And told them as a male

Cassiopeia that we should stop

They laughed and down we went

Here we are on the brink

Still here but on the way to the abyss

Give it another try and you will

Find us at the bottom

Looking for food and

Clean, clear water