Death

Death should not be used as a drug or as an escape from life. Death, as a part of ebb and flow of it all, should be seen and remembered as an invitation to try, fail, play, learn, commit and simply just live.

For us dying in the long run, death is just a thought. Still, seeing the dissolving of it all, can become a subtle lover: her presence is felt as a gentle sorrow, beauty and inspiration.

Death does not only liberate us from life, but also to life.

Cold

I see but I don't feel what I see
Waiting, wishing, hoping

Who is this that knows that there is no peace? Who is this who sees the immersion in thought?

Limit

Everything you can label has a beginning and an end.

If this is success

I hate the sane
The beautiful
And especially the practical

Death by mundane buried in mediocrity
By the bullshit and the white collars

The beautiful children
The station wagon
The flat with design everything
Why to pursue ashes?

Home

I want to go back
To where it’s safe

My thoughts tolerated
Words heard
And actions received

They told me where to look

So, I’ll build a dream
Over and over again
It will crumble and fade
As all dreams do
And I shall build again
Until I run out
And I shall

The end will be homeless
Angry gods of me
Melting to a sea of sorrow

I don’t know what to do with freedom

Streetlights fill the room with pale shadows
It’s so silent
And dark

Just the murmur of my mind
The creeping loneliness
And the tiredness

Too tired be
Scared of the lonely bed
Still there is potential for beauty
For finding it in the calmness of the evening