The Sea

Control is a great illusion

A movement of action

And the control is gone

If it ever was

We are just moving on a sea

Of strong emotions and actions

The storm brings us home

Eventually by the end of the day

The Truth

Trying to establish facts

Finding the truth

In a grain of sand

We are blinded by our beliefs

Our wishes how the world should be

How people should behave

But there are no such a thing

Only small traces of seawater

Containing our memory

For a short micro second

By the Sea

My Memories is like

The walls of a crumbling

Castle by the sea

Most details are lost

Washed out into the sea

Some things remains

In tatters broken

By time and ignorance

Slowly slowly

I mend my castle again

Waiting for the next storm

Nordic Spring

Out in the marshes

The life restarts

Near the cold and frigid

Sea that still lives in

The winter hiatus

Yellow flowers and

Colorful butterflies

Appears out of nowhere

Even the lost humans

Start to melt in the

Strong sun

Lamentations From The Coast

Feeling very lost

At the moment

Time flied away

And here I am

An old wrinkled man

Without future or past

Just an eternal now

A present path

Of decay and inhibitions

Until the sea carries me away