The Great Commotion

Life is empty

But full of commotion

Happenings, events and funerals

People are dying and

Some others are being born

And in between where most of us are

Time passes by like the sun and

The moon

Stability

The time is set

A week have passed

A new week just started

All those measurements

That makes life real and stable

The movements of the sun

And the moon gives us

The illusion of stability

While the world falls

Through universe together

With all of us

Midnight meaning

Nightmare Intro

This is the best way

To find the worst way

Become a man caught in his own maze

Labyrinth, unable to get out

Disoriented he stumbles around in

The surreal world

That the fun loving gods

Created for him

And then forgot

The walls are

Hardly visible

We are alone

On this barren planet

That is an island

For narcissistic crocodiles

Long Time Ago

Once upon a time

In this northern land

There was a man

Who numbered and named

All the flower in a system

It worked

However completely wrong

As it was

Time went on and on

Theories came and went

Like the cold water in a river

His stood firm,

Until a day when the Genesis of genetics

Told another tale

Families were not families

Or even relatives

Just look a like and false friends

So we started all over again

As a true believer

A son of a priest

Now it is time

To pull down

His statue and put it

Where the lilacs grow

Next to the pond

Gods come and gods go

And so will we

Endnotes

So here we are again

Wanted by nobody

A wasted state of mind

Why do we exist?

There is no meaning to life

No meaning at all

What so ever

Soon we will be gone

Forever forgotten

Leaving this empty world

Behind us

We was never meant to be

Soon we will not be anymore

And it does not matter

Happy not to share

Another day on earth

With you all

There is no meaning in being

Just a meaningless life

Soon we will all be gone

Soon we will all self-destruct

Maybe the stupidest of us

Will eventually survive

Darwins principle

The survival of the stupidest

I don’t want to be part of this world anymore

The world doesn’t care

The world should not care

Please let a merciful God

Destroy us all efficiently

painlessly with pleasure

The Poets Lamentation

Poetry is always a lost cause

No money no readers and

Very little encouragement

We poets are like the Albatros

Free in the Wind but lost

Onboard the ship that is

The rest of humanity

So, yes Baudelaire is right

We poets are not that good

In taking a fight

But here we are

This our time

On earth

Hope

What hope is there left

What options are there

Known or unknown

The sun still rising

Christ has left his cave

April

Noisy birds, strong white light

The sun is turning the tide,

Black earth and white snow

Mixing, sealing off retreating

To the safety of the library

Growing knowledge and a beard

Aquarium

Giving life to these dirty walls

Life in the aquarium

Little oxygen, little life

What feeds us, what is feeding on us

What is uncertain,

The night falls already early,

Early in the morning

Nightmare Territory

The day has turned into night

The evening was filled with

Frustration and fear

The options are few

When anxiety looms

At every conversation

When your friends

Becomes a foe

Again and again

Dysfunctional patterns

Repeating themselves forever and ever

In a very dull pattern

I will not save my self

But suffer, fail and die

As this is what I am supposed to do

Repeating generations of tragedy

The earth is black, the soil brown

Clay underneath and at the bottom

The hard solid rock