The energy is lost
Time has passed
The other options
Are gone
So here we are
In the rain
Wet waiting for redemption
The energy is lost
Time has passed
The other options
Are gone
So here we are
In the rain
Wet waiting for redemption
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
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
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
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
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
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
A terrible place to be in
Suffering all the time
The much needed distance
Is now gone
An opened wound
A mindful being
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
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
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Aspergers syndrom, bipolaritet, fotografi, konst, poesi.
Rare Poetry and Food stories
Rhymes and Reasons
Making People Cool and Author
Talking about comedy that is not worth talking about
mental health & personal growth
to be worth sharing
A monthly event... LAFeedbackFilmFestival.com
Get me the wings
Enjoying Life In New Ways
It is all about words. Your words are enough to shatter someone's heart. Your words are enough to make a broken heart unbroken. Words have the power to change your life perspectives.
voice_of_the_pen
Because one subject isn't enough
Infant Feeding. Breastfeeding. Parenting. Some rambling. Mostly fueled by caffeine.
Thought Catalog is a digital youth culture magazine dedicated to your stories and ideas.
Life in Copenhagen, Denmark, after moving during Covid-19.
A place for loud minds.....
​Your ​Guide For Work At Home Opportunities
Understanding Life with Art