Waiting for the Great Destruction

Tepid days

Slow moving

Grayness rules

My world of lost

Hope and courage

Nothing to hope for

Just an eternal wait for

Spring and new options

That might never come

Soon the destruction of

Nature will overtake and

Change the nature of this

Place

Only organised

People will live here

Paying a lot of money

For being unhappy

But successful

The world will erase

Their memory

Dark Morning

Suddenly I woke up

In a moment of

Short, sanity

Realizing that

Inside me

A birth was taking place

Confused and overwhelmed

I started to examine what type

Of birth it was, realizing that I did not

Really know maybe

A parasite or a new me?

A fantastic idea or a new way

To make tea?

Something very different it was

Quickly disappearing out of

The consciousness and I

Went into the gray clout of

Everyday winter light

Turns Gray

The world turns gray today

The bitter end of the year

No remorse just endorse

Accept it is all over now

A new bad world in the making

The rich and powerful are doing

The taking

Just plain power and stupidity

Will rule,

Money talks, life walks

Leaving the ashes of what could have been

Slowly killing us all

The money talks

While the children die

The restaurang serve

Champagne, to toast life away

The dictators roam

The ground like fat dinosaurs

Stealing and loathing our world

Only the stones will remember us

 

Leave me alone

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The sorrow is never mine, the sorrow is always mine

Life is so short

With so little meaning

And so precious to some

But not to me

I am just breathing

Life is pain and suffering

Life is never getting through

Life is the early mornings in the

Subway¨

So gray that it could fill a lifetime

With despair

Life is the coughing in the

Next room

Realizing that you are going

To loose and get old

Life is being alone

No one will ever be on your side

That is my life experience

Life is being told “it will be fine”

Just another lie, a stupid lie

Let me be

Let me hate in peace

Leave me alone

But with enough opportunity

To manage my own

Life

 

Grayling

The gray dag has ni color

No feeling

Just hopelessness and helplessness

The road is lost in the distance

Between here and then maybe

I wish it had been more easy

But that is never the case

And when I meet the old ladies

On the subway and in the shop

I can be certain

That it is all to late