The Proposal

My life is silence

And an inner stormy sea

Different disasters

Forming my life

All the time

Keeping the feelings inside

I have difficult

To remember all of it

It is just a blur

But still I am here

Negotiating will not

Solve anything

Still I keep

Until the mist eliminate me

Preparing The Battle

I have to stand my ground

Nervous full of fear

What am I?

Guilt, pain and deep

Anxiety that pulses through

The system

Still the sun shines through

The window

Pure Reason

Are we lost among

Our emotions

Trapped in thinking

Destructive thoughts

And then everything

Changes eventually

By being out of the clouds

Of bad relationships

Terraforming

All that inner silence

All those meetings

That never took place

Only me now

Slowly withering away

Beneath the clouds

Quiet

Silence is a great thing

Nobody listens

Nobody hears

I am full of fears

Still in this house

I find peace

Subway Blues

The darkness in

The tunnel is deep

Train passes by

Nobody will see me cry

I am the old man with

A wretched look and dirty hair

Talking with

That awful racist slur

Wearing an unwashed fur

Having a heart of gold

When the stomach of beer is full

Stinking like a dirty dog

Since I lost my sense and frock

Hardly standing

Watching life passes by

But his time has stopped

Just like his watch

Time will not do me well

Not even right the wrongs

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