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The tower power

The darkness inside me

The darkness inside you

Still there

I can see that the difference is

you act out

I act inside myself

 

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Aftermath

Sleeping and sleeping

I feel empty inside

All the rage is gone

Watching my self

From a future position

Rainbows abound

 

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Wednesday morning

The street had the usual colors, gray, black tarmac and dirty brown plaster. The usual copy and paste buildings from the drawing board of long dead architects in art noveau  style. The strait pompous street was oversized made for parades, tanks and trams (none of them present at the moment). Instead the steps of thousends of people and hushed conversation filled the air. The sunshine were dimmed by smoke from people making fire at to keep warm during the freezing  night. The street itself had potholes and some of the facades were missing. It was then I saw the boy, he could have been maybe seven, his black eyes starred out on the street with fear while he was hugging what must have been his grandmother and would not let her go.  Later that day the grenades would fall again on the pompous street and some more people would die.

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White light

Burning far, far away from Burning man

It is cold here, the snow is still here

I do not expect any summer soon

But the light has returned

Changing the perception of land and water

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Waste

I do not see any meaning in this life

I am just here watching

Be used, enabler for other peoples dreams

Thats what I am a vessel for genes

They don´t care if I live or die

I am just a thing

Dispensable

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You, Yours and mind

Your hope is not my hope

Your dream is not my dream

And your rope is not my rope

I want to dance the whole night

I want to live and feel

But in my way

Belive me and be free

 

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Losing yourself

I did not know that life could be so slow

When I was young

I did not understand that I was going to make my own nightmares come true

I could feel it but I did not listen to myself

Twenty five years later, Here I am trapped

Into a roleplay, I am always the loser making other people’s silly dreams come true

Other people’s agenda is ruling my life

Every day I fight either to change or to survive

Another day but time is running out and soon it will not matter anymore

I wish to leave it all behind and walk like a man free of burden feeling the warm sand under my feet and hear the eternal roar of angry waves hitting the stones at midnight

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Cascading transcendence

When I was young

I wanted to be strong and without fear

Fly all over the world with my wings

Instead I lost it all

Failed again and again

In my shame and grief

I hide in my cell

But the wound was painful, it went deep into the heart

I could not from the world stay apart

I had to repeat again and agin

What I could not do, I had to do

Again and again

And my life went into a loop

New people, new failures

To prove once and for all how bad I really am

But that was not end

I realized that I had to transcend

To see life from a different point of view

And play with a friend

And that was finally the end