Being Free

My prison is my freedom

Things are getting worse and worse

But here I am in the middle of it

It demands my whole being

I am looked in darkness

Dwelling among all the things

That has to be done and learned

I am sorry for this

But happy in the same time

This is me being free

In my own created prison

My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me

Dual Psych

In deep mode searching

Our future

Opening up closed gates

Going through the whole process

Again and again

Like an eternal pattern

Of different stars

Another galaxy, another me

Yet the same

On Writing Poems

For many people writing can be a very difficult task. At the moment I write and publish a lot of poems. There are so many thoughts and ideas that have stayed inside my mind until now. Where I live we have one of these long and enduring winter.

The days are short and the nights up to 18 hours long. That gives a lot of time to write or waste watching TV. I write in the modernist tradition mostly, that means not much rime but a reflection on how every word is used to construct meaning, sentences etc.

But reading and writing poetry takes from many different tradition. From Ulysses to Bukowski. I have the greatest admiration for anyone trying to write anything!

To all my readers here on WordPress I am so grateful for you reading my poems!

I am the Problem

The problem is rising

It is me

And I cannot solve it

Since I am the very problem

But for whom?

Well,

If I do I will die

Since I am the problem

I am not me

I am the problem

The trash that you

Stash away

You don’t like me

You will have more of me

Solve me and I melt away

Like snow a sunny day

It seems like an insurmountable

Gigantic iceberg that has

Taken over my mind and soul

Cannot do it

I will not do it

Only escape the pain

That has been my life

Part of my life for so long

Looked up, looked in

And eventually I will

Succumb

Or just melt away

And appear in a different

Form and not what I

Once was

A problem

Meeting me

Meeting myself

In the coffee shop

This is me now

Reading a book

About me ten years

Ago and I realized

That I am never gone

Be free, just more

Me