The Night

The night is so cold

Even the cloud

Has abandon us

The stars, distant and cold

Are not even

Watching

God is busy

Somewhere else

I want to give in

I want to give up

I am cold

But I am

Still standing

Nights in the office

I am feeling lonely and that is OK

No one will understand my words

My words so empty and void

Trying to put the assignment given to me

Together

Why?

I do not know

Just writing through the night

Dreaming of my car driving

Too fast in the main street

While others car parked

In the middle of the road

Waiting idle

But where am I going?

Journeys of the night

We travel in the night
When our bodies
Are still,
Our mind
Swimming in the
Sea of mindlessness

Meeting soulmates
That will never materialise
In our daily lives
We are together again for
A short time talking
In codes
Our bodies will never
Meet

Hope

The time passed quickly
I lost so much,
that it did not matter
anymore
Escaping the problem
of my life
Was hard and easy
but in the end
The soul and body
could meet
and there
were a moment of
solitude in my
neurotic
lost mind

Bus to Marx

The bus is full
Full with students
doing economy, business
and advanced studies

Pushing, pressing their way
to happiness and a seat
some fail, some never
even get in to the bus

I am the last one
just when the door
closes
It is not a question
of deserving
It is not a question
of
Salvation
NO

This is a  question
of survival
Using the ladder
of momentarily 
Chaos

God will not help me
Man vill not help me
But i will help myself
the price
Is being lonely 
but in time
to the lecture
on Marxist theory on 
Late Capitalism