Instability

Everything is in extremely

Bad balance at the moment

I try to think

What happened

With me?

I recognize the pattern

Still it is hard to change

Maybe an emergency break

Running away

The Wanderer’s Story

My life is over and done with

Only the last chapter remain

The snow keeps falling

Outside the window

And it will keep on falling

Life were never easy

I never let it be

No one around me

Took it easy

The uneasy life

Got into everything

We all got caught in our

Patterns

Until I woke up

One morning and realised

That it did not matter

And walked of

Into to the wild

I never looked back

An Empty Wall Of Thoughts

Since a long time

I live hidden

In the mountain

Surrounded by blind people

Busy with themselves

And others not noticing

Me more than my body and presence

The tower is damp and cold

I am a bitter old man

Writing and thinking

Finding little joy in life

While the battle for survival

Goes on in the valley

Few will ever read my thoughts

Long after I am gone

Only the flowers will

In their own way

Enjoy me and my ash

Very well worth

it the price of a great price for a great price

Gone behind the lines

On the other side

Losing The Game

Life is unequal game

That we play

Whether we want it or not

You are part of that game

You know that you will always

Lose in the end

They have a car

You have your worn out sandals

The game is equal to all

But only the rich and smart

Can win

You wish they burn in hell

But they are all happy and well

In the end they give you a dime

And tell you that you are going

To be fine

But the truth is that you are going

To die alone and in pain

That is life here my friend

End it all before you fall

Let the play their game

Until they burn it all

That is their nature

Then you will be no more

Game is over my friends

Cataclysm

The night took me

For a walk in the park

There was no peace of mind

Anymore

Had to stay awake

In order not to freeze

To death or being destroyed

By the memory of love and

Closeness

Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

Inner Turmoil

A terrible place to be in

Suffering all the time

The much needed distance

Is now gone

An opened wound

A mindful being

Nightmare Intro

This is the best way

To find the worst way

Become a man caught in his own maze

Labyrinth, unable to get out

Disoriented he stumbles around in

The surreal world

That the fun loving gods

Created for him

And then forgot

The walls are

Hardly visible

We are alone

On this barren planet

That is an island

For narcissistic crocodiles

Long Time Ago

Once upon a time

In this northern land

There was a man

Who numbered and named

All the flower in a system

It worked

However completely wrong

As it was

Time went on and on

Theories came and went

Like the cold water in a river

His stood firm,

Until a day when the Genesis of genetics

Told another tale

Families were not families

Or even relatives

Just look a like and false friends

So we started all over again

As a true believer

A son of a priest

Now it is time

To pull down

His statue and put it

Where the lilacs grow

Next to the pond

Gods come and gods go

And so will we