The Square

The local village square

On the way to the big city

A place where most people go

On Monday morning

We found ourselves trapped

Under circulating police helicopters

Giving a remainder about life under war

But we are not there yet

Just on the way

While drunkards and the drug addicts

Quarrels about what and whom

War has already started

In our minds and dreams

Consolation

It is not life itself

That brings you down

But the relations

The dysfunctional situation

The material conditions

All that can be changed

But changing the patterns

The thinking, the actions is something

Truly different

Things lose their meaning quickly

And then we are trapped in the quagmire

Waiting or even hoping to die

Long Time Ago In The War

Once I visit the war

As a curious stranger

A young man with

(Quite) noble motives

The war was in full swing

Being near the frontline

In a besieged city

Listening to random shooting

Feeling trapped and scared

I felt very well, being in a sort of

Hypertension being aware

Feeling strong and present

I returned to my safe country

Leaving the war behind

I fell and kept on falling

Feeling like a rundown

Tired octogenarian

The tiredness never left

The Great War Revisited

I could not stop returning

To the war or forget the people

I met in the city

Still things got more complicated

The good people were not that good

Just human with a twist being in a war

Everything became human and very

Complex,perplex a culture with

Different rule that applied

All the great projects became crooked

Like life itself

So eventually I put everything on the shelf

Broken Brain

Sometimes the memory is gone

Some parts of the brain does not work

Anymore

A glitch

A separation between two parts

That need each other

Cold Water

When the anxiety gets

Too mighty

Too strong and powerful

Like a river of rage

And fear

Cold, cold river

Like in the far north

Where the trees will not grow

One try to survive

It is hard and confusing

Just being here

Eventually it might work

At the moment

I am under the ice

Looking for open water

And bluer skies

Leaving

Making a new vision

What is possible

What is the dream

Leaving the emotional

Chaos that been

Dominating my mind

The fear, the stress

What was the use?

Lost Consciousness

Losing my mind

All the thing

All the thoughts

Are being demolished

Destroyed

Soon I will not know

Who I once was

Just a human leftover

In a big city

Invisible

Hiding away in a sofa

A place where I

Cannot be found

The mind is still

In flight mode

Quickly thinking

And searching for

Different ways out

What will settle its

Fright

On Causes

A lost cause

Is still a great cause

To go down with

Lost causes are not always lost

In the light of history

Keep on working

Building that bridge

On day we might

All drive over it

Without considering

The effort that once

Made it possible