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

The Fire

Destruction comes as a surprise

No one expected

The burning cathedral

Fire is still burning

But again, this is not a lost cause

Eventually the spires

Will rise again

Many decades from now

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

Fire

When hope dies

You die a little,

Life already so bleak becomes bleaker

The colour disappear,

Not expecting anything to

Change to the better

In an era of lost hope

The words of the politicians

Are more empty, meaningless

The power is in someone else’s

Hand

Playing with us like a careless child

Cold Houses

The warmth of the fire

Contrast to the white snow

Even inside the house

White steam comes out of our noses

Creating a warm house takes time

And patience but most importent

Warm feet

The Fire

I am like a beam of light

Attracting people and

Creatures of the night

To warm

Themselves near, near

To the dwindling ember

Soon the dawn

Will come

With Apollonian clearness

And the break us all down

To ashes