Nordic Spring

Out in the marshes

The life restarts

Near the cold and frigid

Sea that still lives in

The winter hiatus

Yellow flowers and

Colorful butterflies

Appears out of nowhere

Even the lost humans

Start to melt in the

Strong sun

On The Moon

Late at night

Long time ago

A man landed

On the moon

He did see the light

Found no one to fight

And then went home

But forgot his phone

So next time you go to

The moon, please

Bring back his philosophy ne

In Absence

The lost man

Searching for himself

In the void

Between him and others

Trying to connect

Trying to reach out

But to no use

Eternal loneliness

Is his credo

Not reality

But imagination

Still real

Weakest Link

Broken, broke, empty

Frustrated, fearing

The worst being

The weakest

Link in a long

Chain of people

Reality is tainted by

Ideology of the successful

Rich and infamous

The future belongs to

The bad people,

The evil will prevails,

Dystopia becomes

Our future because of our

Own default to change

The same for society and man

Answer to Shame

I am on the run

From the shame of being

Such a bad father

Being such an incompetent son

And impotent lover as well

No one loves my soul

I am so bad

And I am so tired of being

Projected as bad for not fulfilling

Other people’s dreams

I am not bad

Just the answer to your projections