The Story

Making up for the loss

That cannot be covered

Trying to heal the wounds

That cannot be healed

Limping on through life

Without any hope

Without any purpose

The day is long

The night will be sleepless

I am here

Hear me out

Before I leave

And my story

Is gone

Past Midnight

The light silent night is here

People living double life

Moving around in the darkness

Longing for sex, sleep or just company

The summer makes us crazy

A limited craziness

A Tail of Many Dimensions

Telling the wrong story

But in the right way

Changing the intention

A new path is created

Out of the ashes of the old one

Living in a small room

That open up inside itself

For another journey

Life is short and the moment

Catches on creating an

Illusion of eternity

Midnight Poem

The turning point

Was not a turning point

Just a reason to move on

In the same direction

Restless and relentless

Trying to solve

The same problem

The same way as before

The Poem at midnight

Will not tell you that story

Again, sorry

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

Blocked

Life did not give me many choices

When anxiety eats your mind

Limiting the options

Still I am here

Day by day

Weaker and balder

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