Got back a little bit
Of hope today
Strange since
It is almost
To late
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
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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
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Sunday Again
Sleeping day, gray day
More like escaping
From something
While writing
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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
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Leave me alone
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
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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
