Downsizing

Stepping down

From the position

Good life and money

Needed

The same old story

Repeated again and again

We start out rather well

But the waves takes the beach

Soon the land and safety is gone

Only water remains

Were there once stood a city

Land is hard to keep

When the sea is at work

Long will it be remembered

In legends and fairy tails

A Stench of Paradise

Just being here

Trapped on a small island

In the wast emptiness of the mind

Another slow day

In the summer

A day so still that we are

Creating conflicts as a pastime

Running around in our own mind

Tearing down Paradise

Invisible

Traveling along the small trail in

Far north

The road keeps turning

This road

Were once used by the

German Vermacht

Built by the Germans

After they hunted all the

Islanders away

This is not a road but still a road

Overgrown by flowers and nettles

Like history itself more

Fiction than fact

But still underneath

The stones and gravels

Are there as well as some

Barbed wire

Doggerland

The coast is lost

The safe haven gone

The rising water

Changed everything

Our beloved land

Now under water

For thousand of years

To come,

Hiding our monuments

And our ancestors dreams

The barren cliffs and marshes

Will be ours to keep

Fighting the sea and

The others

Wrecking The Boat

Sometimes we become trapped

In the past

While life moves on

Confused

We are trying the old patterns,

Ways and tricks

But to no avail

We are starting to sink

And the only way

Is to keep swimming

The destruction did not

Make us wise but kept us going

With as much as we could carry

Only to end up almost naked

At the beach, starting all over

Again and again

Until we perished into the

The cold, deep blue

Baltic

Wasted Time

The blocked energy

Forever contained

In contradictions

It is just getting worse

Futile to make a change

The river flows slowly

Towards the sea

Soon it will be too late

Or maybe it is to late

Already to change

This life past

Without meaning

Why was I ever here

Empty

All the energy

Has gone to comfort you

My mind and soul

Is like an empty

Shell in a backwater

Waiting to being

Washed away

To the merciless

Sea

Drifting

Raft sea endless water

Relentless wind

Drifting up and down the current

Wherever the wind

Takes this tiny vessel

That used to be my freedom

Turned into a salty prison