The Voices In The Head

Listening to the cliches in my head

If I believed in them I would be dead

When you are young

They are installed

By hammer and nail

In your head

They tell how to be

And that you are not free

They say it is

All in the family

Just the mosquitoes stay free

But the older you get

The more wrong

It gets to be

And you realize

That you never will get free

From the voices in the head

Until you are dead

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

Round trip

Eventually we all

Bounce back to ourselves

Are old personality

Shines through as

Our weaknesses and faults

When the conditions

Gets bad enough

But when we are

There at the bottom

Then what do we do?

The Maze

When ones mind is restless

Wandering, meandering

Away

Quickly to unknown destinations

Into the past or present even the future

Late at night or early morning

When small things becomes big

And big things small

Know then that this too

Shall pass

And leave the mind to itself

How The World Works

The old man had a

worn down brown suit

That did not fit his

Black hat

Smelling of sweat and bad breath

Unwashed shirts and underwear

I have something to say

Even if no one

Will listen

This world is built on

Profit and money

And contempt for those

Who have not

He kept on ranting while

Counting his dollar bills

To be sure that he was counted

Too

Dual Psych

In deep mode searching

Our future

Opening up closed gates

Going through the whole process

Again and again

Like an eternal pattern

Of different stars

Another galaxy, another me

Yet the same

Life

Trying to deal

With the pain

Life is a paradox

Love and loneliness

Take turns

Like in a dance

Our past Surrounds us

We are here

For a short time

Use that time well

Creative Self Destruction

Remembering all the loses

I had in my life

The incomplete feeling of

Being incompetent

Being in the wrong place

The wrong time

All the time!

What matters is

The things that gives

Strength and hope

No problems are solved

By self destruction