Blue Monday

Found a way through

The city streets for a

Brief meeting with

My teacher and Guru

However

The man was not found

He had already died

.

Though he had been

There waiting for me

On the same spot

Exactly eleven years ago

Our meetings had

Therefore to take

Place in the spirit

More than as a

Conversation

.

Another little man

A boy had been born

In the meantime

With his very own

Passions and problem

Mirroring the old

Master but much

Wiser

The Heart of the City

Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.

Deep down in an ancient cellar

Being  alive is sometimes a very good thing

At least in the company of good friends

And likeminded people with a passion for a

Commen urge to do crazy things whatever they

Might be in the shadow of anonymity

 

Shopping

The city is filled with people trying to sell you things, lifestyle, coke or their own life story (true or fake) The crazy art of selling nothing for something to someone. I try to avoid this place since I am out of money.

But new strange things happen and curiosity hunts the cat. A wonder formula for selling was being sold. Big audience of the same people hearing the same things as soo many times before. And then the disappointment of being there to listen on a 4 hour sales pitch.

Substance yes a little bit, credibility none. why does so many sales people trying to fool you? When I left the people of city had left and I did not buy a thing only enjoying the small green leafs on trees this late spring

 

The City District

Moving through the city at lunchtime

The people are filling the streets

Making confrontation inevitable

The city district is running wild

With new shops and a lot of money

Greedy, naive, conventional marketing

Screams at us

And thats nice for an hour or two

But the entropy of the place makes things

Fall apart

Nothing is ever stable here

The money moves around a black hole

And if you are to near

You will fall

 

Being confused and lost

The city present itself with all its doubtful glory

But when you look closely things turn out differently

This is the way things are

They are not what you think

More like a mixed cocktail

The winter keeps the smell away but now it is back

The dirt, the dead, the lost and the con artist  are all back again

Doing the city interesting and multidimensional

But if you know the history of every street, apartment and park

The city turns out even more different than before

Like a mosaic in time bleaching slowly in the sun

The hated house

Every day is the same

People walking by outside

Not taking notice of the hated house

The owner want it gone, but the city

wants it to stay since it been that way

For more than hundred years

So they fight about the might

Year after year

The owner closed shop after shop

Never taking care about the life that is here

The house strives on and for sure it won’t

Soon be gone, but neglected takes its toll

And it makes love fall but what can be done

The house has no choice it stays where it is