The Great Paradox

Life is so precious

Valuable and still so short

Lost in thousands of rainy days

Just a few moments of happiness

Then it is all gone

Without any joy

Life becomes a grey mass of water

A dirty river

A quarry for time thieves

A dumb and concentration camp

Full of traps and dangers

Without any rewards

Life is so precious and

Still treated as an almost

Worthless commodity

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored

Wasted Time

The blocked energy

Forever contained

In contradictions

It is just getting worse

Futile to make a change

The river flows slowly

Towards the sea

Soon it will be too late

Or maybe it is to late

Already to change

This life past

Without meaning

Why was I ever here

Writers Pain

Every time you

Write is a painful

Process

The words and subject

Do not come easy

They just come

With a lot of pain

And agony

But eventually

The words turn

To meaning

Letters to text

At a high price

After All

What is there to learn

From this long and tedious story

That has broken every bone in our body

What makes life meaningful and great

Is still not clear or obvious

Good people suffer and justice is not on

The menu

Time will break all bonds

But love is a great thing

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path