Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


Taking the Punishment

Together and more alone

At the very same time

Traveling and staying

Being confused and clear sighted

All those qualities mixes

In the consciousness

I rather be somewhere else

But no one escapes ones own mind

This is my well deserved punishment

Still I deserve no punishment

For hurting other people

Only myself

A true believer in our age

My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me

El Camino

It is a long

Journey to home

Some of us might

Never reach there

But it is when we are

Trying that things

Become meaningful

Still without love

Home is no home

Even if it would be

Neighbor to Paradise

Struggle

Fighting the pain,

The fear and self-contempt

All the lost time, all the lost tears

All emotions repressed

In order to survive

And now when life is almost gone

Another try to get out of this cycle

At It Again

Waking up after a really

Long night, that never

Ended of driving

Through the forest

I try to change

My way of working

But lost out

Now it is time

To get back and do it

Again