Patterns of recognition
Fear of being
In this world
Melange
Noise Machines
Being in the endless
Stream of action, feelings
And desires
It is a never ending story
Of love and loss
No time for reflection
A monotonous noise
Without meaning
Involving as many as possible
As much as possible
Stealing time and life
Only the extremely narcissistic
Or the wise retreats in time
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Process of Mixed Emotions
I don’t know
What to do
How to equal
Desire and reason
Hope and reality
It does not go
Together
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Things To Be Done
Whatever can be done
And how
I don’t know
Empty speeches
Will not change
Anything but
Create another
Great illusion
Time and time again
We relive and
Escape the fact
That action must
Be taken in the relevant task
Otherwise we will get very lost
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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
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Actions To Be Taken
Rage and sex
Are useful feelings
In order to stay awake
Overreaching the limited mind
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The Love That Never Was
Seasoned madness
In lonely places
That is hidden from
The public
Your madness
Is the only true guarantee
That we will never meet
And you will not even notice
What you missed
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The Art of Being
The art of agreeing
With one self is only
Surpassed by the art
Of being completely
Paralyzed and indecisive
Forever and ever
When it is a pattern
Things are getting
Interesting it is a mod of life
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Abandoned Building
My inner soul is abandoned
All my choices wrong
The anxiety uncontrollably
Being completely blocked
By other things
By other minds
By the will of others
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The Middle of Life
Life passes quickly
Running so fast
When you are broken
Mentally, physically
There are no return
And life has to take
Another direction
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