The Words

I have no hope and no fear

Just a feeling of being free

Free like Kazantzakis

Reading the writings on the dirty wall

Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete

A game of words

Leading to this conclusion

Still so tempting for

The tired mind

Old Wisdom

My grandfather told me

Timing is everything

It almost never works

But it is a great idea

Like most other fantasies

It sounds right and simple

Just do not try to implement it

The great evil fire octopus

Will get you if you do

Do it ! Make a Big Drama Now

There are many ways

To create a drama

Life is full of it

When having a dull moment

Create a drama

When being criticized

Relate and create a big drama

Attack

When wanting power and influence

Dramatize

Every Tv-novella will help you

Maintaining the eternal cirkle

Just don’t expect progress and

Happiness

Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


Turbulence

What are we

Fighting for

All the time

An eternal domesticated

Struggle

A circular chaos

The great family

Circus

A sort of natural law

Run Rerun Return Repeat

The mind runs around

In circles

While the body still sleeps

Visiting the same places

Again and agin in the

Dream

Life was hard on me

Creating wounds

That will not heal

In a lifetime

Still every day

We, me and my body

Get up, go to work

Fight the fights of the day

And return home

In order to rerun

The show in perpetual pattern

That is what life is a show

But no one is watching

No one really cares

We are just machinery

And decoration sometimes

Only at night do we

Leave on vacation