The Great Commotion

Life is empty

But full of commotion

Happenings, events and funerals

People are dying and

Some others are being born

And in between where most of us are

Time passes by like the sun and

The moon

Patience

Patience is a great art

And the perfect trap

One can wait forever

Without receiving anything

Patient must be combined

With passion and action

Only then does it have

Any meaning

The Great Battle

Fighting as an underdog

Creating an inner peace

The fight seem so pure

Inside me I find peace

Even when losing

I feel alive

Alas beaten up

The wind is cold

And my body warm

Like when making

Love

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

The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself

Watching

Lost passions

Just watching

The trees grow and

The people tumble around

Fulfilling their desires

Soon the dusk sets in

Passing quickly away

For the night