Time passes quickly
What is the best thing
To do
What if…
The sky is getting darker
Gray clouds and some rain
Then the
Evening lights
And slow thoughts as a
Vague memory
Of another life
Lost
Nihil Non Nothing
Realizing who I am
A pile of bones and marrow
And something more
Sometimes
This rainy day it did not matter
The water did not care
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Skyscrapers
The body is like an armour
Protecting, sealing of the pain
Creating the illusion of safety
The city is just the same
Building on an illusion
Of safe spaces
Small islands in a sea of
Brutality and poor desperate brutes
Trying to survive or at least
Get a fix before the end game
The mix of decay and refinement
This city,
A city of the future, city of the past
Has all those qualities and
Lack of qualities
While the eternal judge,
The sea slowly breaking
It down to rubble and
Fairytales
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Stony Roads
Travel without any aim or reason
Walking outside in the rain
Mile after mile
On stony roads from dawn to dusk
My feet’s are sour and the stench intense
The backpack heavy and the mind like a
Broken record
Still fighting on,
For the few moments of solitude
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Evening
The noisy road outside
Dirty cars driving by
In the rain
Inside the pleasant
Loneliness
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Pouring Down
The grey sky is wide open
Pouring down it’s frustration
Filling puddles and street
With wet sullied wastewater
Brown, gray even black water
Going down sour
You on the other hand
Call me to throw up your
Deep frustration
Just like the dark sky
Over us
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