Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales

Big Money Tech

Outside the comfort zone

In the tech startup world

People with suits and suitcases

Trying to make the

Great big breakthrough

Filling your life with quick big cash

Crashing or selling

Who knows?

The game is plain and still so hard

Optimised for crashing or running

In an Unstable world

The ego centred males passionately

Acting in their own short self interest

What a world we are living in

Blind for all other things like the

Flowers by the road

Big Dreams

Being on a high tech

Conference filled

With people dreaming of

The great big breakthrough

What a beautiful and

Destructive Illusion

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

The Darkest Hour

Sometimes when everything

Feels hopeless and really is

When the pain is not just

Painful but more unbearable

When the need for hope is as greatest

But not available

Sleep comes a the great

Redeemer and liberator

Purifying the mind and soul

Evaporating the illusion

Of darkness into thin air

Inside us we are always

Infinitely more

Than what we feel and

Experience at this very

Moment

A Better World

Dreaming of a better world

Where we don’t

Have to live in fear

Of losing, fear of

Not being accepted

Without starvation,

Without repression

A world of light, a world of darkness

Like a paradox, a conundrum

The answer is not in the dream

But beyond it, far of in another future

Where we all meet again