Aura

We are mostly blind

Things are not visible

For the eye

Our senses well calibrated

Cannot see ultraviolet light or sense

Radioactive areas

Nor do we see bacteria or virus

We just accept that those things

Exist in reality together with us

Unlike dragons and dinosaurs

Aura is much more than that

A part of us, surrounding us

Our senses are connected

With the world

Aura is a part of that

But does it really exist?

When times are though

I hide in my mountains

Creating a world

A great world of my own

It is the reality and still

Completely fantasy

A paradox in itself

But my journey is starting

Here and Everywhere

I go

I carry

This World

Of my own

The Best Thing

Madness comes in many

Shapes and forms

It is always something

New to be discovered

Maybe encyclopedic knowledge

Is one of them or

Narcissistic women busy

With being victim of

Every man in this world

And the next

Looking into the problem

Finding no solution

The best thing

The World

Reaching out to the world

The world is busy

With itself

No time to listen

Just waiting for some

Form of release

That will never come

Conclusion

What to say?

That the world an empty hole?

Where we sparkle and die?

No not at all…

The only certain thing

Is that we haven’t found

What we are looking for

Since we don’t know where to look

And what to see and search

End Of the World

This is the end

My friend

The earth is going down

While you drink

Your coffee in town

It splits and nothing

Remains

Only the memories

In your brain

Circular Lope

Midnight is a bad time

For reflection

It is late and the mind

Moves in circles

But in that chaos

There are only one

Thing sticking

Do not lose your self