Very dark
Very light
Change of mind
New sunrise, another day
Demanding courage
Very dark
Very light
Change of mind
New sunrise, another day
Demanding courage
i don’t feel
Just am so tired
And still the sun shines
Behind the cloud
The pine-trees moving in the wind
Talking their own language
Making their conclusion
Is another time you know now
But what time is it?
What time is it now?
The time of hot, hot summer
And strange diseases
Or the time of other things
We don’t know
Around us
Around us
People are dying
We go around pretending
Is nothing going on
People isolate and procrastinate
Getting angry, drunk or sad
Anything to get out of the mad, mad place
That has become our space
The house of power is gone
Replaced by temporary shelter
Before demolition
That will make room
For more power
In a different shape
A madman made this
Possible
The turning point
Was not a turning point
Just a reason to move on
In the same direction
Restless and relentless
Trying to solve
The same problem
The same way as before
The Poem at midnight
Will not tell you that story
Again, sorry
My story is short
The message is not important
And very important
Since is me
Me is the center of universe
No one and nothing is more important
I even got an autograph once
Written by a very important author
Whose name I have forgotten
(After all is not my name)
She or he agreed
To something
But I cannot tell you what
All the my energy is absorbed
By thinking on me
Happy to leave
The crazy city
Finding peace of mind
Under the gigantic
Fur tree
Like a protection
From an unforgiving
Sky
I hate this
Still I am here
Without any reason
Have to go on another
Day
Don’t know why
Building my inner world out of fragments
They are tiny small creatures
Hiding in the dirt of the lower mind
So low that they are not to be seen
At all moving in power circles
Sealing of spaces to protect
Those empty faces yet to be born
Out of the muddy waters of the mind
I am muddy water, I am flesh
I am your fantasy,
I am your projection
I have no face,
I have a face that you give me
In the early hours of
Morning, I woke up
Writing
Again and again
misplacing important things
Trying to creat a structure
For
Dealing with the most painful
Things in my life
Debt, conflict
Unresolved Issues
Maturing trying to get
Out of the cave
Starting to feel
The inner strength
This is magic in it’s
Purest form
For a long time
I was Striving to avoid
Dealing with
All the problems
They were so many,
So complicated,
And foremost,
They involved conflicts
Negotiations with other
That I felt so indebted to
But most of all it meant
That wiping up the dust
Making life more unpleasant
Than it already was
In the end
I realised that it wouldn’t matter
And my bad life
Would stay so bad
If I did not try to
Deal and solve
The problem
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