Heat And Stone

I am under heavy pressure

I cannot think clearly

Loss of control

More than usual

Have to move on now

To an unknown

Destination

My Love

I searched for you

My whole life

Dreaming, longing

Knowing that

Somewhere out there

I would eventually

Find you

But…

I never did

Creative Loss

I am calculating my loss

As always it is difficult

To think, to have hope

But it is just a mode

A perception

Not reality itself

That will never be known

Or understood

The Volcano

Underneath what we say

Underneath what we mean

Is a great volcano

Avoiding that great volcano

Is worth a lot

But if you manage that

You are ultimately

Forever lost

Past the Future

My time is lost

Passed out into

Nothingness and

Trivial procedures

That other finds

So very important

Feeling detached,

Feeling lost

Feeling frustrated

And castrated

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

Comprehend

Trying to make a meaning

Out of this

Does it matter

The story will soon

Be wiped out

Like writing in the

Sand

El Camino

Once open a time

I lost my direction

Without finding

A new purpose

Went looking for the future

But all I found was the past

Again and again

Repeating old patterns

With new people

Therefore eventually

I let it go

Let it be

Accepting the loss

Of future

And past

On Hatred

Hatred is always a failure

Still such a relieving feeling

Making the mind strong and quick

Still so destructive

Still so maiming

This eternal temptation is so strong

Being losen from the responsibility of

Being human